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The battlefield finally fell silent.
Not the quiet of peace—
but the quiet that comes after extinction.
Fragments of shattered law drifted like ash through the void. Broken divine weapons lay embedded in warped space. Authority residue flickered weakly where gods had once stood, their names already beginning to fade from the fabric of the Divine Realm.
At the center of it all lay the Dragon God.
What remained of him.
Eighty percent of his body was gone—erased, not destroyed. No blood flowed. No regeneration occurred. The laws that governed restoration had been torn apart along with spacetime itself.
The Raising Dragons Pillar stood upright, rooted beside him like a guardian refusing to abandon its master.
I stepped forward.
Asura, Evil, and Kindness followed, forming a silent semicircle around the fallen Dragon God.
For the first time since the Divine War began—
No one attacked.
The Raising Dragons Pillar pulsed faintly, its spirit manifesting as a towering phantom of draconic will. Its voice resonated through the shattered space.
"Enough," it said. "The Dragon God is no longer a threat."
I raised a hand.
The others halted immediately.
I extended my authority—not aggressively, not invasively—but precisely.
The God of Humanity did not merely govern belief.
I governed connection.
I looked into the Dragon God.
Not his body.
Not his power.
His mind.
What I found surprised me.
The storm was gone.
The raging vortex of grief, madness, and hatred that had once consumed him was receding, like a tide pulling back after devastation.
Pain remained.
Regret burned brighter than any flame.
But clarity—
Clarity was returning.
The Dragon God's remaining eye slowly focused.
He saw us.
And for the first time since the ritual—
He did not roar.
He did not attack.
He simply… breathed.
I lowered my hand.
"He is stabilizing," I said quietly.
The Raising Dragons Pillar dimmed slightly, acknowledging the truth.
I did not rush him.
Some losses cannot be processed in moments—or even millennia.
We waited.
Seconds stretched.
Then minutes.
Then an eternity compressed into silence.
Finally, the Dragon God spoke.
"…What have I done?"
His voice was hoarse.
Not weakened by injury—
But by understanding.
I did not answer.
He did not need condemnation.
He could see the truth now.
I turned slightly and gestured.
"Asura. Evil. Kindness."
They shifted their attention to me.
"Remain here," I said. "Watch him."
No suspicion.
No doubt.
They understood my meaning.
I needed to see the rest of the Divine Realm.
I expanded my divine sense outward.
What I saw made my chest tighten.
The Dragon Race was effectively extinct.
Not merely diminished.
Erased.
Outside of the Dragon God himself,
Almost no true dragons remained.
The Beast Gods fared little better.
Most had died in the initial frenzy or been annihilated when the Dragon God ignited the Divine Realm Core.
Only a handful of weak plant-aligned beasts survived—beings whose authorities revolved around regeneration and symbiosis rather than dominance.
And humanity?
Human Gods remained.
Not untouched.
Not unharmed.
But standing.
Their numbers—once considered dangerous by the older races—now formed the backbone of the Divine Realm's remaining structure.
I felt… conflicted.
Happy—
Because humanity had survived what should have annihilated it.
Sad—
Because the price had been unimaginable.
The Divine Realm had lost entire epochs worth of legacy.
And worse—
It had lost innocence.
I closed my eyes briefly.
Then returned my focus to the Dragon God.
He had lifted his head by the time I returned.
His gaze was heavy.
Not with madness.
With responsibility.
"There is no time for mourning," I said gently. "If we do not act now, the Divine Realm will still collapse."
He nodded slowly.
"I see it," he said. "The negative aura… the killing intent… the resentment. They're poisoning the laws."
He reached out—
And connected to the Divine Realm Core.
His expression darkened.
"So much death," he murmured. "So much destruction. The realm is rejecting itself."
Then—
Resolve hardened his features.
"I will fix this," he said.
Before anyone could respond—
He ignited his Life Flame.
Golden-white fire erupted from within the Dragon God, not raging outward but folding inward, drawing power toward his core.
Life force.
Bloodline essence.
Authority.
All of it burned—not in self-destruction, but in atonement.
The Raising Dragons Pillar responded instantly.
Dark, violent energy—resentment, slaughter intent, residual malice—was torn from the Divine Realm's laws, drawn screaming toward the pillar.
The Dragon God grasped the pillar—
And pulled it into himself.
The Raising Dragons Pillar shrunk, compressing into a burning seal that embedded itself into his remaining torso.
The effect was immediate.
Across the Divine Realm, the blood-red haze thinned.
Law storms dissipated.
The screams of broken authority fell silent.
The Divine Realm—still wounded—stopped bleeding.
I exhaled slowly.
The worst instability had been removed.
But the Dragon God staggered.
His Life Flame burned fiercely.
Too fiercely.
"When this flame dies," he said calmly, "it will ignite again. Until all of that darkness is worn down."
He looked at us.
"I will not survive this."
He turned to Evil and Kindness.
"I need your help."
They listened silently.
"I have sealed the destructive will," he continued. "But it still exists within me."
He looked to Asura.
"And I need separation."
Understanding dawned instantly.
"You want us to divide you," Evil said softly.
"Yes."
"Your kindness and your malice," Kindness added.
"Yes."
Asura's grip tightened on his blade.
"You are asking to be split."
"Yes."
The Dragon God did not waver.
"Let the part of me capable of redemption leave this realm," he said. "And seal the part born of destruction within it—so it may erode what remains of the hatred."
A pause.
"Then I will take what remains of my race… and leave."
Before any of them could act—
I spoke.
"Wait."
The Dragon God looked at me.
"Before that," I said, "you must separate your divine position from the Divine Realm Core."
Silence fell.
Even Asura stiffened.
"That is madness," the Dragon God said slowly. "If I do that, the Divine Realm may drift into the void. It needs a core."
"I know," I replied calmly.
"I also know how to anchor it."
The Dragon God stared at me.
Memory flickered in his eyes.
He remembered.
My warnings.
My insistence.
My refusal to celebrate the ritual.
"You knew," he said quietly.
"Not everything," I replied. "But enough."
He laughed bitterly.
"History… karma…"
"Yes," I said gently. "You ruled with dominance. You crushed without balance. Karma is absolute."
I met his gaze.
"What you sowed… returned."
He closed his eye.
And nodded.
The Dragon God reached inward.
And tore.
Divine authority screamed as his godhood—once perfectly fused with the Divine Realm Core—was forcibly separated.
Space convulsed.
The Divine Realm lurched.
Cracks spread across law layers.
Evil, Kindness, and Asura moved instantly, executing the separation ritual.
At the same time—
I unleashed my full power.
Not restraint.
Not moderation.
Everything.
I seized the Divine Realm itself, stabilizing its trajectory, holding it in place as its natural core began the slow, painful process of regeneration.
Then—
I turned my will downward.
To Douluo Dalu.
The World Tree responded instantly.
Its roots—no longer bound to soil or even planetary mass—extended upward, piercing dimensional layers.
The Divine Realm shuddered.
Then—
It latched on.
Like a wounded titan gripping solid ground.
The Divine Realm anchored itself to Douluo Dalu, its mass stabilized by the World Tree's absolute spatial dominance.
The drifting stopped.
The collapse halted.
The Divine Realm survived.
The Dragon God watched silently.
Regret filled his gaze.
"You were right," he said.
I did not respond.
Some acknowledgments come too late to matter.
Asura stepped forward.
His blade—no longer burning with slaughter, but clarity—rose.
One strike.
Clean.
Absolute.
The Dragon God split.
From his body emerged two forms—
One radiant silver.
One blazing gold.
The Silver Dragon King looked around, eyes wide with sorrow and relief.
The Golden Dragon King roared—then was sealed instantly, driven deep into the Divine Realm, bound beneath layers of law to erode the remaining malice over time.
The Silver Dragon King turned—
And left.
She opened a portal.
Not to the Dragon Realm.
But to Douluo Dalu.
She leapt through.
And with her—
A torrent followed.
Immortal energy.
Dragon essence.
Beast god remnants.
Fragments of destroyed divine weapons.
All of it cascaded downward into the lower world.
I watched in silence.
Understanding crystallized.
"…So this is it," I murmured.
This—
This was the origin.
Martial Souls.
The Dragon God—now diminished, mortal in all but memory—rose slowly.
"I will take my fallen kin," he said.
"Their corpses… their dignity."
He looked at us one last time.
"My final request," he said, voice steady, "is this."
"Until a new Dragon God arises… let no beast ascend to godhood."
I considered it.
Then nodded.
"It will be done."
He smiled faintly.
And left.
The Divine Realm—anchored, scarred, alive.
Humanity—ascendant, burdened.
The Dragon Race—ended.
The Beast Gods—broken.
History—
Had turned.
And as I stood at the edge of the stabilized Divine Realm, watching the echoes of a fallen era fade, I knew one truth with perfect clarity:
This was not the end of suffering.
But it was the end of inevitability.
From here on—
The future would be written by those who survived it.
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