In a future spacetime.
Outside Jialing Pass, on a nameless stretch of wasteland.
The dust had settled, but the two goddesses were still wrestling on the ground.
The Angel God had one hand tangled in the Rakshasa God's long purple hair and was pinching her arm with the other.
Not to be outdone, the Rakshasa God raked her nails straight at the Angel God's face.
Though both their cultivation levels had been reduced to zero, they were still much stronger than ordinary women. Every scratch left a red mark.
"Let go!"
The Angel God sucked in a sharp breath of pain.
"You let go first!"
The Rakshasa God gritted her teeth, her purple eyes almost spitting fire.
Neither of them noticed Wu Wei sitting on a rock nearby, his legs crossed.
He was munching on melon seeds, casually tossing the shells at his feet.
"That was one vicious scratch. And that Black Tiger Steals the Heart move from the Angel God would rank as at least a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill."
Wu Wei munched and commented with relish. "The Rakshasa God's kick to the groin was pretty nasty too. Too bad she didn't have any Soul Power behind it, or that would've broken at least two ribs."
After watching for a while, he suddenly remembered something and took an item out of his Storage Soul Tool.
It was a secondhand recording Soul Tool, which he had spent all his savings to buy at the Great Soul Arena in the Heaven Dou imperial capital.
It was a rarity on the present-day Douluo Continent, found only in the major soul arenas. It could record and store footage, and using it consumed only a tiny bit of Soul Power.
That was no problem for him.
Although his Soul Power Level had just been reset to zero by the Divine Punishment, his self-created cultivation method remained.
The Soul Power cultivation method he now practiced had been refined through countless iterations and had long since become capable of cultivating automatically.
As a result, he had already recovered some Soul Power.
Wu Wei activated the recording Soul Tool, aimed it at the two goddesses still wrestling on the ground, and carefully adjusted the angle.
"One close-up, a shot of the facial expressions... Beautiful. The Angel God gritting her teeth like that would be an absolute sensation in the Spirit Hall Empire. And that murderous look in the Rakshasa God's eyes, tsk, tsk. No surprise for someone with a background in slaughter."
He chattered away as he filmed.
The two goddesses finally noticed.
The Angel God and the Rakshasa God both froze at once.
They slowly turned toward the sound and saw a black-haired young man operating a Soul Tool pointed at them, a smile on his face as if he were watching a spectacle and hoping for even more excitement.
Seeing them look over, Wu Wei even waved enthusiastically. "You two carry on. Don't stop, I'm just getting into the filming."
The Angel God: "..."
The Rakshasa God: "..."
The air froze for about three seconds.
It wasn't just the Angel God and the Rakshasa God.
In the past spacetime, all the living beings beneath the sky screen were struck speechless as well after seeing the scene on it.
In fact, they had already been shocked when they saw Wu Wei sitting there eating melon seeds and watching the spectacle.
They hadn't expected Wu Wei to then pull out a recording Soul Tool and start filming.
Now that the two people involved had caught him, he even dared tell them to carry on.
"My heavens!"
"That kid's way too bold, isn't he?"
"Those are the former Angel God and Rakshasa God!"
"Yeah, and he even dared pull out a recording Soul Tool to film them. He really doesn't know how to write the word 'death'..."
"Wait, haven't you noticed something? This kid doesn't seem crazy!"
"He even dared tease gods. If that's not crazy, what is?"
"..."
Everyone was shocked by Wu Wei's reckless audacity.
The sky screen continued to play.
"You! What are you doing?!"
The Angel God sprang up from the ground, her golden hair hanging messily over her shoulders and red marks from the fight still on her face. Her phoenix eyes were fixed on the recording Soul Tool in Wu Wei's hands, and her voice turned sharp and shrill.
As a god, she naturally recognized it.
A recording Soul Tool stored footage, and other people could see the footage it stored.
She, the Angel God, had been filmed pulling hair and fighting with the Rakshasa God on the ground.
The Angel God's face flushed instantly, the heat spreading from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears.
Humiliating. This was far too humiliating. She had never been so humiliated in her life.
The Rakshasa God also realized what had happened. Her purple eyes widened abruptly, and a flush instantly spread across her cold, beautiful face.
She instinctively touched her hair and found it as messy as a chicken's nest, then hurriedly tugged at the hem of her clothes.
The majestic Rakshasa God wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
"You, you..." The Rakshasa God pointed at Wu Wei, her voice trembling. For a long moment, she couldn't get a complete sentence out.
Wu Wei tucked the recording Soul Tool against his chest and grinned at the two of them. "Don't worry, I didn't capture anything. Just a few shots of you goddesses looking heroic while exchanging martial moves. The angles were great, and the lighting was just right. No need to thank me."
The Angel God took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the shame and fury surging in her chest, and tried to make her voice sound more authoritative. "Mortal, do you know what you're doing? I am the Angel God. Destroy the footage in that thing you're holding immediately!"
"That's right."
The Rakshasa God also steadied her emotions and chimed in coldly, trying to recover her godly bearing. "Hand over the Soul Tool. Otherwise, I'll make you beg for life and pray for death."
Wu Wei glanced at them.
If this had been before, with two gods standing in front of him and telling him to hand something over, he would certainly have done so without another word, and even knelt down and kowtowed three times, each loud enough to ring out.
But was this before? No, it wasn't.
He spoke unhurriedly. "You two, haven't you forgotten something?"
The Angel God frowned. "What?"
"You're not gods anymore."
Wu Wei raised a finger and pointed at the sky. "That thing called the Divine Punishment of Equality for All Beings reset your levels to zero, right?"
Both goddesses' expressions changed at once.
"You don't have a shred of Soul Power left, and your levels are zero. You're mortals just like me. What have you got to threaten me with?" Wu Wei chuckled.
The Angel God's and Rakshasa God's faces immediately darkened at his words.
"So..."
Wu Wei weighed the recording Soul Tool in his hand, a sly grin on his face. "Whether I delete what's on this thing depends on my mood."
"You..." The Angel God was choked with anger, but there was nothing she could do.
The Rakshasa God stared at him, a cold light flickering in her purple eyes, but in the end she merely gritted her teeth and said nothing more.
The Angel God and the Rakshasa God exchanged a glance, their eyes seeming to reach a tacit understanding.
But before they could act, Wu Wei spoke again. "You two, let me ask you a question. If I'm satisfied with the answer, I'll smash this soul guidance crystal on the spot. I guarantee the footage won't get out."
"What do you want to ask?"
The Angel God spoke coldly.
Wu Wei stared into their eyes and spoke word by word. "All the gods in the Divine Realm had their levels reset to zero. Did the other gods fall to the Douluo Continent too, just like you?"