Perhaps it was because a God-King had stepped forward that the gods began whispering among themselves, discussing the matter—though most of them were just indirectly criticizing the Shura God.
After all, Huo Yuhao's last words reminded them that Shura's actions were utterly against the natural order. A god who made the rules yet refused to abide by them, an unrestrained power that ruthlessly oppressed weaker deities—such an existence posed a threat to them all. People stay silent to avoid sacrificing their own interests, but once those interests are at stake, they speak up. This is human nature, and it applies just as well to the divine nature in the Douluo World.
Gods below the rank of God-King dared not rebuke Shura, but the God-Kings held nothing back.
"Enough, Shura God. What you've done is utterly disgraceful," said the Goddess of Kindness, unable to hold her tongue. She spoke to him with disgust and disappointment: "I can't imagine how someone once so upright and impartial could have done something like this."
Though the Angel God was of a neutral alignment, her stance leaned toward the Goddess of Kindness, and the two were as close as sisters.
Back when the Angel God was wronged, the Goddess of Kindness had already intended to stand up for her—only the Eternal God had beaten her to it.
The God of Destruction pointed at Shura and said, "Shura, I never expected this from you. We've been allies for years, and you've deeply disappointed me."
"You all… Angel God is slandering me…!" Sweating profusely under the weight of their accusations, Shura God had lost all former composure. At this point, all he could do was argue in vain.
"Enough with the excuses, Shura God," said the Evil God. "Everyone here isn't stupid. The Angel God is just a first-level deity—how could she possibly fake anything under the noses of the God-Kings in the divine realm?"
"Stop trying to deny it, Shura God. Your shameful actions are already known to all the gods," Huo Yuhao said as he withdrew the Eternal Singularity Spear. He turned to the Evil God and continued, "Evil God, this is the seat of the divine realm's authority. Order exists to bind all deities—but that requires self-restraint as well. If a god of law breaks the law, shouldn't he be judged like any other? You make the ruling."
The pressure now shifted to the Evil God. Though he was friends with Shura, he couldn't shield him. He had no choice but to pronounce judgment:
"Given that all accusations brought by the Angel God against the Shura God are true, and according to the rules of the divine realm, I, the Evil God, hereby pronounce: the Shura God is stripped of his title as the God of Law Enforcement. Furthermore, his every action will henceforth be monitored by the Divine Realm Committee. Shura God, do you have any objections?"
Shura wanted to resist one last time, but at this moment—the God of Destruction was disappointed in him, the Goddess of Kindness loathed him, the Eternal God was a political enemy, and even the Evil God, though a friend, had to uphold justice. Thinking it over, he realized he'd become completely isolated. Continuing to struggle would only make things worse.
Helplessly, he forced himself to respond, "No objections."
This became the divine realm's first-ever judgment against a law-enforcement deity.
After the meeting ended, Shura God sought out the Evil God privately.
"Evil, the Angel God planned to sue me—why didn't you warn me so I could prepare?"
The Evil God replied, "It's not that I didn't want to help. When the Angel God approached me, she gave me two options: either I stand up for her, or she'd go straight to the Eternal God. I had no choice but to urgently convene the divine realm meeting. It was only because I presided over it that things went the way they did. If it had been the Eternal God leading the meeting—he'd have skinned you alive and called it mercy."
Shura God protested, "But still, you shouldn't have passed such a sentence. If ordinary gods can sue the God of Law, what happens to the authority of the divine realm?"
The Evil God responded angrily, "The Goddess of Kindness messaged me with divine thought—if I didn't stand up for the Angel God today, she'd divorce me! And the things you've done enraged all the gods. You tell me, how else could I have judged you? Tell me!"
"Shura God, let me tell you—what I gave you was a light sentence!"
Shura God stayed silent.
The Evil God looked him up and down and said coldly, "I feel like I'm seeing you for the first time. I, the Evil God, claim dominion over all evil thoughts in the world. And yet, compared to what I've just learned about you… all those evils I knew were child's play. Outwardly you were righteous and impartial—but inside? This… this really opened my eyes."
With that, the Evil God turned and left. As he departed, he threw one final sentence over his shoulder:
"Reflect on your actions."
Shura God felt an overwhelming sense of grievance. From the moment the Angel God made her move, he had no way to fight back. Now, his reputation in the divine realm was ruined, his authority shattered, and his position as God of Law lost.
But how had the Angel God even noticed what was happening in the lower realms? Unless it was part of a mission—or she'd found a successor—gods generally didn't pay attention to the mortal world.
Could it be…?
Shura God thought of a possibility, and quickly contacted the hidden Rakshasa God.
Huo Yuhao had been right about one thing: the Angel God had ascended through faith. The Spirit Hall she left behind awakened martial spirits for the common folk and eradicated evil soul masters.
Once someone with the Angel Spirit reached Title Douluo rank, they were the bane of all evil soul masters. Meanwhile, the Spirit Hall's Popes throughout history had always had strength rivaling that of Title Douluos.
In the age of the Spirit Hall, evil soul masters could never rise to power. Over millennia, people had forgotten how terrifying they could be. Even though Angel God's divine faith had gradually faded over time, the legacy of the Spirit Hall still exerted powerful influence.
Perhaps among the narratives of the Three Upper Clans and the Two Great Empires, the Spirit Hall was viewed as ambitious and oppressive—trying to annex the continent and suppress free soul masters.
But among the soul masters who rose from humble origins, the Spirit Hall was a sacred place.
His Precious One couldn't rise to prominence on the Douluo Continent without overcoming this massive obstacle—the Spirit Hall. And to dismantle public faith in it and shift that belief onto Precious One, Shura had a very clear plan.
He had the Rakshasa God choose the most evil martial spirit wielder of the current generation and plant them within the Spirit Hall by manipulating its Pope, Qian Xuanji. With careful orchestration, they turned her into an evil soul master and had her take control of the Spirit Hall.
An evil soul master, born of a wicked martial spirit, now controlled the Spirit Hall—driving it into the gutter and turning it into a hated entity. Then, Precious One would appear with a righteous, noble image, eliminating the corrupted Spirit Hall and rescuing the masses from its oppressive grasp.
In doing so, Precious One could seamlessly replace the Angel God and the Spirit Hall as the new divine symbol of the Douluo Continent.
And of course, for all the souls of Douluo to offer their faith to Precious One—well, that would be their honor.
Chapter 120 – 137. Grandpa, You're Back
The Rakshasa God arrived at the secret meeting spot between her and the Asura God.
"Asura, why did you call me here?" Rakshasa asked.
"How did the task I gave you go? Did something unexpected happen?" the Asura God asked grimly.
"Uh…" The Rakshasa God's eyes flickered evasively.
"Speak."
"There was indeed a tiny mishap. That b*tch Angel God discovered I had sent a Rakshasa God inheritor into her Spirit Hall, so she took action and broke the influence I had placed on both the inheritor and the Spirit Hall's Pope. So…"
Before Rakshasa could finish, Asura God slapped her hard, sending her tumbling to the ground.
"You… you actually hit me…" Rakshasa clutched her face, looking pitiful.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Asura roared in fury.
"I… I just didn't want to disappoint you, Asura-gege," Rakshasa said timidly.
"Do you know that during the God Realm Committee meeting today, the Angel God publicly accused me?" Asura snapped. "If I had known your plan had gone wrong and was discovered, I wouldn't have been caught off guard in front of the whole committee. Rakshasa, you useless trash, this is all your fault!"
"I didn't know things would escalate like that," Rakshasa defended herself. Though she hadn't attended the meeting, whispers among the other gods gave her a rough idea of what had occurred.
She hadn't expected that arrogant Angel God b*tch to be so bold—actually daring to accuse Asura God and even succeeding.
Thinking of Asura's tarnished reputation and the mask of dignity he'd been forced to remove, Rakshasa felt secretly delighted. Still, she put on a concerned face and asked, "Then what do we do next?"
Asura God replied, "Since the Spirit Hall side has been disrupted, you'll have to find another inheritor.
Have them sow chaos throughout the Douluo Continent to show the world how weak the Spirit Hall really is. Then let my 'Precious One' eradicate them and naturally replace the Spirit Hall's faith."
Rakshasa responded, "Yes."
With a solemn tone, Asura continued, "Rakshasa, I'm currently under surveillance by the God Realm Committee and can no longer interfere with the lower realm. I'm entrusting my 'Precious One' to your care. Don't worry—once they ascend to the God Realm, I'll take you to roam the universe together."
This was Asura's classic tactic—first a slap, then painting a grand dream.
"Really, Asura-gege?" Rakshasa feigned hopeful excitement.
"Of course."
After returning, the Asura God sat upon the Asura throne and carefully reviewed the reasons for this recent setback.
The root cause: that useless Rakshasa had been discovered by the Angel God, who then retaliated through the other God Kings.
But the true, underlying issue came down to Tang Hao, that wretched waste.
His support of Tang Hao had bound him too tightly to that fool.
Looking back on Tang Hao's actions—not a single one could be publicly defended.
He fought over mating rights for a 100,000-year-old soul beast, crippled his own brother, murdered a fellow sect elder, and even killed his own father with his Clear Sky Hammer.
Asura hadn't cared much before, but now that things had gone south, he felt a deep sense of humiliation.
If Tang Hao had done anything redeemable in the past, Asura could've claimed him as his chosen inheritor with pride. But now? It was a disgrace.
"Tang Hao…" The Asura God now hated him to the core—but it was too late. He had made his choice and had no option but to grit his teeth and carry on.
He activated divine sight to observe Tang Hao, and what he saw made him explode with rage.
"Tang Hao, you trash! What nonsense are you up to again? Do you have no idea how worthless you are?"
The Asura God was no longer permitted to interfere with the lower realm, but fortunately, he hadn't withdrawn the divine power infused into Tang Hao. Retracting it was a formal process, and he could use that to give Tang Hao a warning.
Meanwhile, Tang Hao, carrying his Clear Sky Hammer, was cautiously walking through a dark corridor. Finally, he reached its end—a tightly shut door. Light shone faintly through the cracks.
He touched the door and slowly pushed it open. What greeted his eyes was a familiar scene—the main hall of the Clear Sky Sect.
His heart was filled with nostalgia and confusion. He hadn't returned in decades. Why was he here now?
He stepped forward carefully. Ahead stood a row of people with their backs to him—figures Tang Hao instantly recognized.
They were elders of the Clear Sky Sect: Tang Qi, Tang Zhe, Tang Po, Tang Mie, Tang Ba, Tang Kai.
Panic surged within Tang Hao. His eyes flickered nervously over their faces. They stared back at him expressionlessly. The air in the hall grew several degrees colder.
Was this real...?
With trembling, pigeon-toed steps, Tang Hao circled them slowly. Wherever he went, their eyes followed.
Finally, he reached the center of the hall and saw two more figures seated on the council platform. One faced away. The other—Tang Xiao—sat there watching him mockingly, completely unharmed.
The first figure slowly turned around, eyes wide with fury, filled with murderous intent directed at Tang Hao.
When Tang Hao recognized him, his mouth dropped open. His Clear Sky Hammer fell from his hand.
It was none other than Tang Chen, the former Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, a Level 99 Limit Douluo, Invincible on land, Eternal Divine Protector.
Tang Hao's knees buckled, and he fell, terrified.
Two Clear Sky disciples emerged from the side and held him down by the shoulders. Tang Hao was already scared out of his wits.
"Grandpa, you're back…"
"Grandpa, weren't you in the Forbidden Lands of the Gods?"
Tang Chen didn't reply. With a cold, murderous aura, he stepped toward Tang Hao, each step making the pressure on him unbearable.
"Grandpa…" Tang Hao was trembling.
Tang Chen casually reached for the blood-red Clear Sky Hammer lying on the floor and raised it high.
Tang Hao's eyes followed the hammer, survival instincts kicking in as he begged for his life.
"Grandpa! Please spare me! I didn't mean it! Forgive me!"
Tang Chen's hammer swung down.
"Grandpa! I didn't mean it! It wasn't my fault—!"
Tang Hao jerked awake from the nightmare, drenched in sweat.
He sat up and looked around. Above him was a cracked ceiling covered in cobwebs. Beneath him, a bed of straw. His son, Tang San, lay beside him asleep after drinking goat milk. On the floor, a few bottles of cheap beer from the night before.
It had all been a dream—but one that had left Tang Hao soaked in cold sweat.
Tang Hao listlessly picked up a bottle of cheap barley wine left over from the night before by the bedside and took a few sips.
"Grandfather... what happened It wasn't my fault... I'll give the sect an explanation."
While feeding goat's milk to Tang San, he held him in his arms and walked out of the dilapidated temple.
He knew a fierce battle was coming. Qian Daoliu would soon lead the enshrined elders of the Spirit Hall to hunt him down. He had only managed to force Qian Daoliu to retreat by risking everything and detonating his rings to unleash his full power.
In his past life, Tang Hao believed Qian Daoliu had held back because of his grandfather. In this life, he finally understood—as a worshipper of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu was extremely sensitive to divine power. He had sensed a divine aura from Tang Hao and thus chose to retreat.
"Hmph. Spirit Hall... I let you off once in my past life. This time, no matter what, I'll make sure some of your worshippers die. That way, when Tang San destroys Spirit Hall in the future, he won't have to carry all the burden alone," Tang Hao said arrogantly.
However, as Tang Hao wandered across the land, he never encountered Qian Daoliu's pursuit. Instead, in a tavern in the remote desert town of Bianmo, with only around two thousand residents, he overheard a conversation.
"Did you hear? Spirit Hall attacked the Clear Sky Sect. Over ninety percent of the disciples were killed. The so-called number one sect in the world has fallen this far. All because of a disgraceful descendant."
"Yeah, if not for Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Sect would probably still be shining brightly."
"Who knows... Haven't you heard? The sect has been humiliated into hanging a sign reading 'Rat's Den'. Everyone in the world knows it now."
"The Clear Sky Sect, Rat's Den—hahaha..."
He hadn't even finished laughing when a rough, powerful hand grabbed him by the neck and dragged him forward. In his terrified eyes, he saw a burly man, bloodshot eyes, panting like a raging bull.
"What did you say? What happened to the Clear Sky Sect? Tell me!" Tang Hao shouted, eyes crimson with rage.
"I'll talk! I'll talk! Don't get mad..." the man stammered in terror, quickly recounting everything he had heard.
Tang Hao now knew what had happened to the Clear Sky Sect.
"That's all I know. Please... let me go," the man pleaded fearfully.
Crack...
In the next moment, Tang Hao twisted his neck, letting the corpse drop limply to the floor.
"Ah! He's dead! Dead...!" Panic erupted in the tavern as people scrambled to flee.
"You insulted the Clear Sky Sect—you shall all die too!" Tang Hao roared, unleashing his Slaughter God Domain. He summoned his Clear Sky Hammer, and no one attempting to escape the tavern survived his wrath.
Yet, even this could not vent his overwhelming rage and sorrow.
He stormed out of the tavern and activated his true martial soul form. A massive hammer descended upon the ant-like heads of the townspeople.
Within the city, terrified civilians looked up at the enormous, sky-darkening Clear Sky Hammer and fled in every direction.
"AAAAAAHHHH—!!"
Tang Hao howled in fury, "Spirit Hall! Spirit Hall! Give me back the hundreds of lives from the Clear Sky Sect! I want your blood in return!"
Boom!
One hammer strike took the lives of dozens, maybe hundreds.
Boom!
Another strike, and hundreds more became ghosts.
Tang Hao's rampage continued until dusk. By the time he finally calmed down slightly, the entire town had been reduced to ruins under the blows of his Clear Sky Hammer.
Standing atop the rubble, Tang Hao tossed his hammer aside, stretched his muscular arms, and beat his chest like a furious ape, letting out a wild screech.
"Aaaaahhhhh—!!"
"Spirit Hall! I, Tang Hao, have already left the Clear Sky Sect! I take responsibility for my actions—this has nothing to do with the sect. Why did you have to target the Clear Sky Sect? We are innocent!"
A blood-red sunset washed over the ruined city. Bathed in the crimson light, Tang Hao exuded a terrifying, murderous aura.
"Spirit Hall! Qian Daoliu! Since you won't come for me, don't blame me for coming for you. I'll attack Spirit Hall myself. For every Clear Sky disciple you killed, I'll slaughter a hundred of yours to honor their wrongly lost souls!" he roared, eyes red, breath heavy.
Tang Hao had made his decision. If Qian Daoliu wouldn't seek him out, he would take the fight to Spirit Hall himself. That's how confident he was—and so, he left.
But he didn't notice that amid the ruins, a child sat clutching the outstretched hand of a corpse, sobbing, "Mama... Mama..."
No one knew how much time passed before a pale, snow-white hand gently touched the child's shoulder.
The tear-streaked child turned around to see a woman with silver-white hair and snow-like skin gazing at him.
Her presence brought a chill to the air.
A few days later, with the woman's help, the child buried his entire family—father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, and his newborn baby sister. They had all been at home, unaware that a calamity would come so suddenly.
In their final moments, his mother had desperately thrown him outside to save him.
He survived, but lost everything. His loved ones had all become cold graves.
Standing before the graves, the boy asked, "Sister... why did he let me live in the end? Why didn't he kill me? Was it because he didn't notice me?"
The woman was silent for a moment, then replied, "To Tang Hao, you were right under his nose—he could not have missed you."
"Then why...? Was he not afraid I'd take revenge?" the boy said bitterly.
"Maybe he just didn't care," the woman said. "His martial soul is one of the continent's strongest tool souls—the Clear Sky Hammer. His cultivation is just a step away from becoming a Titled Douluo. And you... what were your parents' martial souls? Based on that, your own can be predicted. After all, soul mutations are one in a million. Even if you do mutate, will your martial soul really surpass the Clear Sky Hammer?"
"If you want revenge, you need strength. To gain strength, you need qualifications. Martial souls are those qualifications."
The boy fell silent, lowering his head. Her answer was brutally honest—and deeply painful.
From Tang Hao's perspective, apart from top-tier forces like Spirit Hall, there was little he had to fear.
Not to mention that his son, Tang San, was destined to become a God King, and he himself the master of fate across realms. In this Douluo Continent, bloodlines determined martial souls, martial souls determined fate. Your birth, your family, your soul spirit—powerful soul clans stayed powerful. The weak remained weak for generations.
You have a grudge? Then swallow it. Revenge requires qualifications—not just anyone has the right to seek it.
To Tang Hao, this child was as threatening as roadside weeds—not even worth the time to crush.
"Can I take revenge?"
"You have to ask yourself—do you want revenge?"
"I want revenge!"
"Do you dare to take revenge?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I can give you the power to seek revenge—but power comes at a price. Will you accept that?"
"If you can give me the strength, I will pay any price."
"Then—welcome to Spark."