In the past, beneath the sky screen.
When Wu Wei's words, "From now on, you'll stay by my side as my maids," came from the sky screen, it was as if someone had pressed pause on the entire Douluo Continent.
Then it erupted.
"H-he said what just now?"
Flender stood on the Shrek Academy training ground, his glasses long since fallen off. "He wants gods to be his maids??"
"Did I hear that right?"
Dai Mubai dug a finger in his ear, his expression as if he were dreaming. "He wants the Angel God and the Rakshasa God... to serve him tea and water?"
"This kid really isn't afraid of death..."
Oscar swallowed, his face full of awe.
"No, he really dares to dream."
Ma Hongjun muttered, and a trace of envy actually flashed through his eyes. "Those are two goddesses, and they're so beautiful too..."
"Ma Hongjun!"
Ning Rongrong glared at him.
"I was just saying..."
Ma Hongjun shrank back.
On the other side of Shrek Academy, Xiao Wu hugged Tang San's arm, her eyes shining like two stars. "Brother, isn't this Wu Wei amazing? He even dares to take gods as maids!"
Tang San smiled wryly. "Xiao Wu, that's not being amazing. His audacity reaches the heavens. His cultivation is zero now, and although those two were reset to zero as well, they were gods to begin with, and their foundations are still there."
"But he beat them flat."
Xiao Wu refused to accept that.
"That's because those two had just been reset to zero and hadn't recovered yet. Once they regain their strength..."
Tang San didn't continue, but his meaning was clear.
They were gods, after all. Even with their levels reset to zero, they should be able to cultivate again very quickly.
Yu Xiaogang stood nearby and remained silent for a long time before speaking, his voice carrying an exceedingly complex note of emotion. "This young man... will either die a miserable death someday, or his future achievements will be boundless. In the history of the entire continent, you couldn't find a second person who dared set his sights on gods."
"Exactly. That's a young man for you, daring to dream and daring to act!"
Flender added, though it was hard to tell whether his expression showed admiration or envy.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi stood in the great hall, as if rooted to the spot, and didn't move for a long time.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong stared open-mouthed at Sword Douluo Chen Xin. "Old Chen, would you have dared do that when you were young?"
Chen Xin glanced at him and said coldly, "When I was young, I never had the chance to have a god as my maid."
Gu Rong: "..."
Ning Fengzhi finally came to his senses and shook his head with a wry smile. "This Wu Wei's way of doing things really is... hard to fathom. Everyone thought he'd gone mad before, but now it seems he really was happy!"
"What was he happy about?" Gu Rong asked, taken aback.
"He was happy everyone had returned to the same starting point as him!"
Ning Fengzhi exclaimed.
Now he understood a little why Wu Wei had been laughing wildly after his level was reset to zero.
Spirit Hall, the Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong sat on her throne, watching the image on the sky screen of Wu Wei pinning the Angel God and the Rakshasa God to the ground. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
"Rakshasa God..." she murmured, her voice betraying little emotion.
The purple-haired woman whose wrist Wu Wei had gripped as he pinned her to the ground was the god who had passed the Rakshasa Godhood on to her.
By rights, she should have been angry. She should have felt offended.
But she didn't feel much of anything.
She even felt like laughing a little.
The god who had passed her godhood on to her and made her endure hardships for the Rakshasa God Trial would actually be pinned to the ground by a mortal from the lower realm in the future, and even ordered to become his maid.
In the past, Bibi Dong wouldn't have dared imagine such a thing.
"I'm a little curious," Bibi Dong murmured to herself, tapping the armrest lightly. "Will those two agree to be his maids in the end?"
As for anger? She couldn't muster any.
The Rakshasa God was no relation of hers and had merely given her a god trial.
And that trial was exceptionally difficult. The conditions for starting the Ninth Trial were so hard that she didn't even know how to fulfill them.
Now, seeing the Rakshasa God suffer a setback, Bibi Dong felt a faint sense of satisfaction.
Above the Worship Hall, however, the atmosphere was entirely different.
Qian Daoliu knelt in midair, trembling all over.
His faith had just crumbled because the Angel God had been reset to zero, and now Wu Wei's words had made his blood surge with rage.
"Blasphemy against the divine ancestor... blasphemy against the divine ancestor..."
Qian Daoliu's voice was low, but every word carried killing intent. He slowly raised his head. His usually dignified, tranquil eyes were now bloodshot, as if a fire were burning in them.
"A mere mortal dares make the divine ancestor serve him tea and water... dares pin the divine ancestor to the ground..."
He sprang to his feet and slammed the Angel God Staff into the empty air. With a boom, the entire Worship Hall shook three times.
"Attend me!"
"Here!"
Two worshippers rushed in from outside the hall and dropped to one knee.
"Pass down my order. Search the entire continent for a boy named Wu Wei, around six years old, who has just awakened his Martial Soul. Once you find him, there is no need to bring him back. Kill him on the spot."
"Yes!"
The two worshippers departed to carry out their orders.
Qian Daoliu stood in midair, looking up at the disheveled, dirt-covered blond woman on the sky screen, his eyes red-rimmed and his lips pressed tight.
She was the divine ancestor the Qian Family had worshipped for generations, the faith he had pursued all his life.
Now a mortal from the lower realm had humiliated her so. If he did nothing, he, Qian Daoliu, would be unworthy of being the Angel God's spokesperson.
The Divine Realm Core.
The Angel God, Qian Yuhan, stared fixedly at the "herself" Wu Wei had pinned to the ground on the sky screen. Her face went from livid to deathly pale, then flushed red, before finally turning a dark crimson that looked almost ready to drip blood.
"A mere mortal... a mere mortal..."
Her voice trembled, every word forced out through clenched teeth.
Her body shook violently beneath her golden divine armor, and her holy, noble face was now frighteningly twisted.
"He dares humiliate me like this... dares make me his maid..."
She abruptly turned toward the black-haired young man on the sky screen, her golden eyes almost shooting flames.
"I'll kill him... I'll kill him for certain!"
Beside her, the Rakshasa God was in no better state.
Her cold, beautiful face was taut, and the icy light in her purple eyes had almost taken solid form.
"A mortal... an ant... how dare he..."
The Rakshasa God's voice was low and chilling, as though it had drifted out of the Nine Nether Hells. She governed slaughter and evil, and even in the Divine Realm, people trembled at the mere mention of her.
But now, the sky screen had told her that her future self would be pinned to the ground by a mortal from the lower realm, and even ordered to become his maid.
"I've lived for so long, and never have I suffered such a monstrous humiliation."
Her voice grew colder and colder, and the air around her dropped several degrees with it.
"This mortal, no matter what happens to him in the future, I want him dead now."
With that, the Rakshasa God wanted to descend to the lower realm immediately, find little Wu Wei, and wipe him out ahead of time.
"Shut up!"
"Do you two want to bring divine punishment down on us right now?"
The Asura God immediately shouted at them in anger.