Beneath the sky screen.
Wu Wei had long since slipped out of the Junior Soul Master Academy.
He stood in a corner, gazing up at the sky screen, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Good, this is great!" he chuckled under his breath. "Tang San's been reset to zero, and Bibi Dong will be reset to zero in the future too. Qian Renxue as well... They'll all be reset to zero!"
"The Sea God, the Rakshasa God, the Angel God-all knocked off their pedestals!"
"Everyone's back at the starting line. I'll definitely rise in the future!"
Wu Wei clenched his fists, the grin on his face growing wider and wider.
As if to confirm Wu Wei's expectations, the scene on the sky screen soon returned to Jialing Pass.
Bibi Dong appeared in the scene, standing atop the city wall in her Rakshasa God Armor, enveloped by a Divine Ring, majestic and overbearing.
Then divine punishment descended.
Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically on the sky screen. Her whole body shuddered, and her phoenix eyes filled instantly with terror and fury.
"No..."
Her roar came from the sky screen, resounding across the entire Douluo Continent.
Everyone was watching.
Watching the lofty Pope of Spirit Hall, the overbearing Rakshasa God, struggle desperately to resist the divine punishment.
But it was no use. Her attribute card showed it clearly.
[Cultivation: Level 100... Level 99... Level 98... Level 97...]
"No! No! No..." Bibi Dong's roar turned into a shriek. She desperately tried to control the loss of power within her, clutching her scepter with both hands as her whole body trembled violently, but she could do nothing.
Level 96. Level 94. Level 91.
With every level she lost, her face grew a shade paler and her expression more ferocious.
Beneath the sky screen, everyone in Spirit Hall knelt on the ground in utter silence.
They watched the Pope they believed in, the Rakshasa God, roar, struggle, and despair without a shred of dignity on the sky screen.
"Damn it! Damn it! Which god did this to me?!" Bibi Dong roared madly on the sky screen. "I'll kill you...!"
Her voice was hoarse and furious, tinged with hysterical madness.
But no matter how she struggled or roared, her level kept falling.
Level 90. Level 85. Level 78.
The golden Rakshasa Divine Ring trembled violently, then exploded with a bang, dissolving into specks of golden light that scattered into the air.
Bibi Dong collapsed to the ground, convulsing all over.
Level 70. Level 60. Level 50.
Her divine armor began to crack and peel away, piece by piece, revealing her papal robes beneath.
Level 40. Level 30. Level 20.
Level 10. Level 5.
At last, the attribute card stopped changing.
[Cultivation: Level 0]
On the sky screen, Bibi Dong lay sprawled atop the city wall, her hair disheveled and her eyes vacant, her chest heaving like a fish thrown onto the shore.
Beneath the sky screen, in the Pope's Hall.
Bibi Dong sat motionless on her throne.
Her phoenix eyes were fixed on the image of herself collapsed on the ground, her level reset to zero. Her face was completely expressionless.
But her fingers gripped her scepter so tightly that her knuckles turned white and her joints creaked.
Just moments ago, she had been worried that her future self might not escape the punishment either.
Now, the hope hanging in her heart had utterly died.
The sky screen did not lie.
Her future self would not escape it either.
Bibi Dong slowly closed her eyes.
Her chest heaved, her lips pressed into a thin line and her jaw clenched tight. She said nothing, but the atmosphere throughout the Pope's Hall dropped to freezing.
The scene on the sky screen did not stop.
The view shifted to Qian Renxue.
Her golden hair whipped wildly in the wind, and her face was pale, without a trace of color.
She too was enduring divine punishment, the number on her attribute card plummeting.
[Cultivation: Level 100 (Angel God)... Level 99... Level 98... Level 97...]
Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, biting her lips until they bled.
She clenched her fists tightly, her whole body trembling violently.
But unlike Bibi Dong, she did not roar. She merely stood there, pale-faced, forced to endure the descent of divine punishment.
The Angel Divine Ring trembled and cracked.
Golden particles of light drifted across the sky like a shower of golden rain.
Qian Renxue watched the Divine Ring shatter, and the last glimmer of light in her golden eyes went out. She slowly sank to her knees, bracing her hands against the ground as her golden hair fell over her face.
Level 90. Level 85. Level 78.
Level 70. Level 60. Level 50.
Level 40. Level 30. Level 20.
Level 10. Level 5.
[Cultivation: Level 0]
On the sky screen, Qian Renxue knelt on the ground, her shoulders trembling slightly. It was impossible to tell whether she was crying or laughing.
Deep within the crown prince's residence in the Heaven Dou Empire.
Qian Renxue sat alone in a dim room, watching herself kneeling on the sky screen.
Her lips were slightly parted, her golden eyes vacant and lifeless, her face even paler than her other self's on the sky screen.
"Just as I thought... My future self can't escape divine punishment either."
She slowly lowered her head and looked at her hands. The owner of these hands would become the Angel God in the future. But what of it? Even the Angel God could not escape divine punishment.
Qian Renxue closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, unable to say a single word.
Above the Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu stood in midair, watching Qian Renxue's level reset to zero on the sky screen. It was as though all his strength had been drained from him in an instant.
Only moments ago, he had been laughing, wild with delight that Qian Renxue had become a god.
Now, the sky screen had shattered it all.
The Angel God had been reset to zero.
Qian Renxue, on whom he had placed all his hopes, had been utterly shattered before divine punishment.
"Xiao Xue..." Qian Daoliu's voice was terribly hoarse. He slowly descended to the ground, his shoulders hunching.
He had lived for over a hundred years and weathered countless storms, but never had he felt as desperate as he did now.
Even the Angel God could not escape.
The faith the Qian Family had worshipped for generations, the godhood he had spent his whole life pursuing, were worthless before divine punishment.
Beneath the sky screen, countless Soul Masters watched Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue both reset to zero in deathly silence.
No one spoke anymore.
Even gods had been reset to zero.
Even the Rakshasa God and the Angel God could not escape.
Then was there any chance that Soul Masters like them could be spared?
"Hahaha, good, good, good!"
"Now that's true equality for all! That's what you call fair!"
"Let's see how those usually high-and-mighty Soul Masters can keep throwing their weight around!"
"That's right. I've been sick of those Soul Masters for ages..."
"Shut up. Even if those Soul Masters have their levels reset to zero, that's something that happens in the future. We don't have that here..."
"Right, right, right. Everyone can enjoy it to themselves, but whatever you do, don't laugh out loud and let those Soul Masters hear..."
"..."
As for the even greater number of ordinary people who did not even have Soul Power, most of them felt secretly delighted to see those once high-and-mighty Soul Masters fall into the mortal world.
Yet none of them knew that the scene playing on the sky screen, of divine punishment descending upon the world and not even gods being spared, had not only shocked the entire Douluo Continent.
It had also shocked the entire Divine Realm.