The spatial tear sealed shut with a soft, ambient hum, depositing Zhang Tian, Bibi Dong, and Jin Xi safely within the heavily warded, opulent teleportation receiving chamber of the Crimson Zenith City mansion. The journey from the ancient, primordial depths of the Star Dou Great Forest back to the pinnacle of human architectural achievement had taken mere seconds, but for Zhang Tian, he returned as a fundamentally different being.
Within his lower dantian, the newly condensed Life Spirit Core rotated with a mesmerizing, autonomous rhythm. It was a flawless, emerald sun that continuously drew upon the ambient energies of heaven and earth, converting it directly into the purest, most concentrated life essence imaginable. He felt as though the blood in his veins had been replaced by liquid vitality. His physical strength, his mental clarity, and his sheer, unadulterated stamina had all skyrocketed past the absolute limits of mortal comprehension. He was a Quasi-Spirit Saint, yet he possessed an internal engine that rivaled the longevity of ancient dragons.
He had incredibly monumental news to share with his inner circle. The descent of the Goddess of Life, the rejection of the God King's throne, and the securing of a divine legacy for Ah Yin were world-shattering revelations. However, as Zhang Tian stepped out of the receiving chamber and felt the raw, burning vitality surging through his newly reforged meridians, a much darker, far more primal urge completely overtook his rational mind.
The Life Energy was a double-edged sword; it demanded physical expression. It fueled a raging, insatiable inferno of pure lust that threatened to consume him whole. He needed to burn off this excess vitality, and he needed to do it immediately.
"Dong'er, Jin Xi," Zhang Tian spoke, his voice a full octave lower than usual, vibrating with a heavy, predatory edge. "Go and rest. I have some... private matters to attend to before I call a family council."
Bibi Dong, sensing the terrifying, suffocating heat radiating from his icy blue eyes, felt a deep flush of arousal heat her own cheeks. She offered a knowing, subservient nod and guided the innocently confused Jin Xi away toward the central living quarters.
Zhang Tian did not head to his study. He turned his heavy footsteps toward the luxurious eastern wing of the estate, specifically targeting the shared, expansive master suite belonging to the feline sisters.
He did not knock. He pushed the heavy mahogany doors open, the locking arrays recognizing his absolute authority and yielding instantly.
The interior of the suite was bathed in a warm, incredibly romantic dim light provided by a few scattered spirit lamps and dozens of scented candles. The air was thick with the intoxicating, heady fragrance of night-blooming jasmine and expensive rose oils. And standing in the absolute center of the massive, plush bedroom were Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun.
They had been eagerly, desperately waiting for him for an entire day since he had left for the forest. They had absolutely no idea what he had just experienced, nor did they know about the Ancient Golden Tree or the descent of a God King. All they knew was the promise he had made them earlier that afternoon—that he would not hold back tonight.
As Zhang Tian stepped into the room, he felt the breath physically leave his lungs.
The two sisters had prepared a visual feast that instantly short-circuited his higher reasoning. They were not just waiting; they had deliberately orchestrated an agonizingly slow, incredibly teasing performance. A rhythmic, sensual melody was playing softly from a high-tier acoustic spirit tool in the corner of the room.
"Welcome back, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing purred, her voice a sultry, velvet whisper that seemed to echo directly in his groin.
She stood near the edge of the massive canopy bed. She was currently in the agonizingly slow process of dressing, or rather, deliberately dressing in front of him in a teasing, slow-motion manner that showcased every single flawless curve of her devastating body. She was sliding a pair of sheer, black lace stockings up her incredibly toned, thick thighs. Her movements were deliberate and exaggerated, her dark, feline eyes locked onto his, brimming with undisguised lust and absolute devotion.
"We bought these especially for you, Hubby," Zhu Zhuyun added from across the room, her voice carrying a mature, deeply seductive resonance.
The elder sister was currently tying the incredibly thin, precarious silken ribbons of a scandalous, dark purple corset that did absolutely nothing to hide her assets. The corset squeezed her slender waist to an impossible degree, forcing her massive, heavy breasts to spill over the top in a display of sheer, bountiful cleavage. The fabric was practically translucent, highlighting the stiff, dark peaks of her arousal.
The clothing they wore was so incredibly sexy, so blatantly scandalous, that it barely qualified as fabric. It was a strategic arrangement of lace, silk ribbons, and sheer mesh designed solely to frame their voluptuous bodies like priceless works of art.
"You both look absolutely, devastatingly perfect," Zhang Tian growled, stepping into the room and letting the heavy doors click shut behind him, sealing them in their private world.
He didn't care about the God Realm. He didn't care about Tang San or the Star Luo Empire. Right now, looking at the two most curvaceous, beautifully proportioned women on the continent offering themselves to him so shamelessly, Zhang Tian could think of absolutely nothing else but fucking them until they forgot their own names.
He unclasped his dark traveling robes, letting the expensive fabric pool onto the floor.
Zhu Zhuqing smiled a wicked, incredibly sexy smile. She abandoned her slow-motion teasing and closed the distance, her wide, swaying hips moving with that signature, lethal feline grace. She threw her arms around his neck, pressing her massive, lace-covered breasts directly against his bare, heavily muscled chest.
"We are entirely yours tonight, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing whispered, capturing his lips in a bruising, desperate kiss. She tasted of fine wine and absolute submission.
Zhu Zhuyun was immediately behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her own bountiful, curvy assets against his back, kissing the nape of his neck.
What followed was an absolute, unrestrained descent into primal ecstasy.
Zhang Tian effortlessly lifted Zhu Zhuqing, her long, stocking-clad legs wrapping tightly around his waist, and carried her to the massive bed, throwing her down onto the silk sheets. Zhu Zhuyun crawled onto the mattress beside them, her dark purple eyes burning with competitive, loving hunger.
For an entire day and an entire night, the suite was filled with the wet, heavy sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, interspersed with the high-pitched, melodic screams and breathless moans of the two sisters. Zhang Tian was a beast unbound. The Life Spirit Core rotating in his dantian fed him an endless, surging tide of pure vitality. He did not tire. He did not weaken. Every time the sisters thought he must surely be exhausted, he would flip them over, his hands aggressively, boldly grabbing their curvy, bouncing buttocks, leaving bright red handprints across their pale skin as he pounded them relentlessly from behind.
He was incredibly aggressive with their sexy bodies. He firmly squeezed and kneaded their massive breasts, his calloused thumbs pinching their sensitive nipples until they arched their backs and screamed his name in absolute, shivering delight. He spanked their plush backsides, the sharp smacks echoing in the room, driving them into a state of mindless, submissive bliss. They absolutely loved his boldness; they craved his dominance, their feline instincts completely surrendering to the overwhelming, tireless alpha that claimed them.
"Husband... please... Ahhh!" Zhu Zhuqing cried out, her nails digging into the silk sheets as a wave of intense, blinding pleasure washed over her for the dozenth time, her inner walls clenching spasmodically around him.
"Hubby, you are too strong... I can't take much more..." Zhu Zhuyun wept tears of pure joy, lying in a tangled, sweaty heap beside them, her voluptuous body completely, utterly spent, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.
Even after an entire twenty-four hours of continuous, relentless fucking, driving the two incredibly fit, high-level Spirit Emperors into a state of total, blissful unconsciousness, Zhang Tian wasn't satiated in the slightest. He stood up from the bed, looking down at the two gorgeous women sleeping deeply, their bodies covered in the marks of his affection. He felt a terrifying, unyielding fire still burning in his veins. The Life Energy was too profound; it demanded more.
Leaving the feline sisters to their much-needed rest, Zhang Tian donned a loose silk robe and walked through the quiet, early morning corridors of the mansion. He bypassed the main halls and headed directly to the innermost, private greenhouse sanctuary where Ah Yin resided.
He found the Blood Silver Empress tending to a cluster of rare, glowing spirit herbs. She wore a simple, elegant blue dress that perfectly highlighted her mature, deeply maternal, and incredibly sexy milf figure.
"My Lord," Ah Yin greeted him, turning around with a warm, welcoming smile. Her crimson eyes widened slightly as she felt the sheer, oppressive density of the life energy radiating from his body. "Your aura... it is staggering. You succeeded."
"I did, Yin," Zhang Tian replied, his voice a dark, husky whisper. He closed the distance between them, his eyes locked onto her bountiful curves. "And I brought back a gift for you. But before I tell you about the heavens... I need you."
He didn't give her a chance to ask questions. He pulled her flush against his body, his hands aggressively grabbing her wide, curvy hips. Ah Yin gasped against his mouth as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her warmth. As her Emperor, he hid absolutely nothing from her, and in the bedroom, she was his devoted Empress, entirely willing to yield to his every demand.
He laid her down amidst the soft, mossy floor of the greenhouse. For the next entire day and night, the sanctuary became an arena of relentless passion. He was bold and entirely uninhibited with her sexy body. He pushed her blue dress up, burying his face in her large, heavy breasts, sucking and biting her soft flesh until she whimpered and tangled her fingers in his red hair.
"Ah... Zhang Tian... my Emperor..." Ah Yin moaned loudly, her long, flawless legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her with ruthless, mechanical precision.
He didn't hold back his aggressive tendencies. He spanked her incredibly soft, mature buttocks, the sounds mingling with the rustling of the spirit herbs around them. She loved his raw, dominating power, her own body responding with fierce, matching passion.
But even a Level 94 Titled Douluo with the ultimate recovery of the Blood Silver Empress had limits. By the end of the second twenty-four-hour cycle, Ah Yin lay completely exhausted, her beautiful face flushed red, her body entirely drained of stamina, sleeping peacefully against his chest.
Yet, the emerald sun within his dantian still pulsed with unspent vitality.
On the dawn of the third day, Zhang Tian left the greenhouse. He walked with a determined, powerful stride toward the highest tower of the estate. He entered the master chambers where Bibi Dong had been waiting patiently since their return from the forest.
The Supreme Pontiff was sitting on the edge of her massive bed, wearing a sheer, incredibly sexy black lace nightgown that clung to her voluptuous milf figure, showcasing her massive breasts and thick, curvy thighs.
"You have been busy, Husband," Bibi Dong remarked, a knowing, incredibly lustful smile spreading across her flawless face as she sensed the lingering scent of his other women on his skin. Far from being jealous, the raw display of his stamina deeply excited her.
"And now, it is your turn, Dong'er," Zhang Tian stated, shedding his robe.
He crossed the room and pushed her back onto the mattress. As the most powerful woman on the continent, a peak Level 99 Limit Douluo, Bibi Dong possessed a physical resilience that far surpassed the others. But Zhang Tian was determined to break her down.
For the third entire day and night, he engaged in a brutal, exhausting, and incredibly passionate war of attrition with the Supreme Pontiff. He was bold, ruthless, and entirely dominating. He flipped her onto her stomach, his hands mercilessly kneading her large, bouncy breasts while he aggressively spanked her curvy, plush buttocks.
"Yes... Husband... harder!" Bibi Dong screamed, her voice hoarse, completely abandoning her regal dignity to fully embrace the role of his shameless, utterly devoted slut. She loved the way he treated her sexy body, reveling in the feeling of being completely overpowered by the man she worshipped.
He fucked her boldly all over the massive chamber, pressing her against the spirit-glass windows, bending her over the heavy wooden vanity, and finally collapsing back onto the ruined silk sheets. It was only after these three full, consecutive days and nights of continuous, relentless fucking of these four incredibly beautiful, powerful women that the raging inferno of Life Energy within him finally stabilized and his lust was satiated.
As the morning sun of the fourth day broke over Crimson Zenith City, Zhang Tian lay back in the massive bed, Bibi Dong's exhausted, naked body draped heavily across his chest. He gently stroked her dark hair, his mind finally clear and ready to share the monumental news of the God Position with his wives one by one.
However, while the mortal realm bathed in the quiet, satisfied aftermath of passion, far above the clouds, the situation in the Divine Realm was actually changing with terrifying, cosmic rapidity.
The tranquil, infinitely beautiful expanse of the Divine Realm was currently buzzing with an unprecedented, invisible shockwave. This was because the monumental news about the Goddess of Life actively sending down a Divine Trial along with her supreme God Position had become known throughout the highest echelons of the entire Divine Realm.
It was an event that shook the very foundations of the pantheon. A God King willingly initiating the succession process was a cosmic rarity that signaled a massive shift in the universal balance of power.
However, the Goddess of Life was incredibly protective of her newfound gem. She had utilized her supreme, absolute authority over the laws of creation to completely, flawlessly shield the perception and the exact identity of the individual whom she had granted the trial. No other ordinary god, not even the sharp-eyed God Kings, could perceive the target of her emerald light. The boy's identity remained a total mystery to the vast majority of the heavens.
The only specific deities who actively knew the truth were actually the Rakshasa God and the God of Destruction.
The reason the Rakshasa God knew was naturally incredibly simple.
It was entirely because of her fragmented divine sense that still lingered within Bibi Dong's Spiritual Sea. She had personally felt the descent of the Life God King's aura and had frantically reported the impossible anomaly to her main body, realizing that her mortal ally, Zhang Tian, had just secured the ultimate, impenetrable divine backing.
While as for the God of Destruction, he came to know about it not long ago through vastly different, far more intimate means.
The God of Destruction resided within a terrifying, awe-inspiring domain composed of swirling, chaotic purple lightning, dark clouds, and the constant, deafening roar of annihilation. He was a towering, imposing figure draped in a heavy, dark purple cloak that concealed his features, radiating an aura that made the very fabric of space tremble.
He was quite a bit startled when he heard this monumental news directly from the lips of his beloved wife, the Goddess of Life, whom he affectionately called 'Little Lu'.
She had visited his territory. She naturally told him all about the mortal named Zhang Tian.
She excitedly recounted his brilliant mind, his protective nature over his city, and his incredibly noble ambition to forge a peaceful path for both humans and spirit beasts.
(She, of course, deliberately omitted any mention of his blatantly lustful, shameless philandering personality, not wanting her husband to get any bad ideas from the mortal's behavior).
The God of Destruction listened silently, the chaotic purple lightning around him calming significantly. He was genuinely, profoundly happy for his wife to actually have found an inheritor.
He intimately knew that his wife had been searching, hoping to pass down her heavy God Position for quite a while so they could finally explore the universe together.
But she had never met anyone truly suitable; all those who were highly suitable for her pure, life-giving position were inevitably primordial plants that would mostly just become the stationary, unthinking Life Cores of newly born lower planes, which was the natural duty of those plant lifeforms. A sentient, intelligent human with the capacity to rule was a miracle.
Also, he was surprisingly happy to hear about this specific mortal talent who audaciously wanted to try and create his own, unique God Position rather than directly, lazily inheriting his wife's god position right away.
Furthermore, the fact that this mortal even wanted to eventually pass the Goddess of Life's god position to his own wife—a transformed spirit beast—did not anger him.
The God of Destruction possessed a pragmatic, expansive view of the Divine Realm; he had not much inherent grudge against Spirit Beasts eventually becoming a god, provided they were strong enough to uphold the laws. If this mortal's incredibly arrogant plan was actually successful, it could greatly enhance the overall combat strength and diversity of the Divine Realm.
But to think that she specifically chose an individual residing on the Douluo Continent... the God of Destruction couldn't help but be a little, distinctly worried.
"Little Lu," the God of Destruction spoke, his voice a deep, resonant rumble of distant thunder that carried immense, hidden warmth for her. He stood at the edge of his domain, his red eyes peering out from beneath his dark hood. "I am thrilled for you. Truly. But you must be cautious. For quite some time now, the Asura God has been meticulously planning to choose his own inheritor and officially leave the Divine Realm."
He paused, the purple lightning flaring slightly at the mention of the Enforcer. "And the one he is actively choosing, the board he is setting up, is located entirely upon the Douluo Continent as well. Hopefully, your new inheritor won't violently clash with the Asura God's chosen inheritor in that confined lower realm."
In response to his deep concern, the Goddess of Life merely smiled brightly, her emerald eyes sparkling with unbothered, absolute serenity. She elegantly shrugged her delicate shoulders, adjusting her flowing green dress.
"It doesn't matter if they clash, Little Zi," the Goddess of Life told her husband, her voice a soothing, melodious chime that eased the tension in the air. "After all, isn't it a strict, unbreakable rule in the God Realm—a rule passionately, ruthlessly upheld by the Asura God himself—that true divinity cannot interfere with the lower realm?"
She tilted her head, a confident smile on her flawless face. "So, even if my chosen inheritor does inevitably clash against the Asura God's inheritor in their mortal wars, it shouldn't matter much. The Asura God cannot strike my boy down. We must let the mortals settle their own destinies unless it becomes a very major, realm-shattering matter."
The God of Destruction frowned a bit beneath his hood at his wife's inherent, beautiful naivety. She always saw the best in the rules and the pantheon. But he, as the embodiment of destruction, intimately understood the darker, hypocritical depths of ambition.
"You see the light, Little Lu, but you ignore the shadows," the God of Destruction gently told her, his voice softening. "You should be much more careful. The rules are absolute, yes, but intent can bend them."
He stepped as close to the boundary line as the repelling laws of their existence would allow. "This is because in the last few days, or perhaps even weeks...I have distinctly sensed the Asura God covertly sending down his Divine Sense and even actively funneling traces of his pure Divine Energy into the lower realm multiple times."
His voice grew stern, carrying the weight of a God King's suspicion. "Although when I had directly confronted the Asura God about these unusual fluctuations, the Asura God would always smoothly brush it off by rigidly mentioning that it was just standard procedure related to the inheritance of his God Position. However, I felt as though it isn't as simple as that, and the Asura God might be actively planning something dangerous behind our backs to guarantee his chosen's success."
The Goddess of Life blinked, though she was clearly not that incredibly worried. She had heard her husband say similar, paranoid things about the rigid, uncompromising Asura God multiple times over the eons. The two enforcers often clashed in ideology.
"You worry too much, Little Zi," she giggled cutely, waving a hand. "He is just eager to retire. We all know that."
Knowing that his wife was hopelessly naive regarding the treacherous lengths others would go to for their legacies, the God of Destruction decided to enforce a safeguard.
"Humor me, my love," the God of Destruction told his wife, his tone turning into an uncompromising, protective command. "You should immediately, heavily seal a concentrated fragment of your Divine Sense directly onto the God Position you sent down. Create a trigger. This sealed sense must be designed to unseal and alert you instantly in the specific case your inheritor comes in direct, hostile contact with the Divine Energy covertly sent by the Asura God from the Divine Realm."
The Goddess of Life thought about it for a moment, her delicate finger tapping her chin. She still thought that her husband was overreacting and thinking entirely too much about a simple succession. However, she loved him dearly, and she still decided to seal her Divine Sense deeply within her Seed of Life resting in Zhang Tian's spiritual sea.
"Very well," she smiled warmly. "After all, setting a trigger wouldn't cost me anything, and if it relieves my dear husband's heavy mind, it is worth it."
But she did point a warning finger at him, her emerald eyes narrowing in a cute, stern glare. "But I will tell you this, Little Zi: you cannot raise any formal, political issues against the Asura God in the council until my divine sense actually finds concrete, undeniable proof about the Asura God's illicit actions in the Douluo Plane."
The God of Destruction nodded slowly, his dark hood bobbing. He agreed to his wife's demands. He was a being of destruction, but he operated on absolute proof.
A profound, tragic silence fell between them for a moment. It was a bitter, eternal pity that due to their inherent, fundamentally different cosmic attributes as absolute Life and absolute Destruction, the two lovers could not even physically touch each other, not even as husband and wife. If they attempted to embrace at this moment, their raw, opposing energies would violently repel, causing agonizing pain and cosmic destabilization. They were doomed to love each other across an invisible boundary line.
Anyway, looking across that tragic divide right now, the God of Destruction wondered aloud, his voice carrying a sudden, surprising trace of vulnerability.
"Little Lu... do you think I should send my own God Position down as well?" he asked softly. "Perhaps to someone in the Douluo Plane directly related to your new inheritor? To bind our legacies together?"
In response to this question, the Goddess of Life was incredibly, visibly shocked. Her mouth parted slightly. Her husband was actually willing to pass his own God Position? For eons, the God of Destruction had always been the staunchest, most vocal advocate who constantly fought and wanted to massively expand the God Realm to accommodate more gods and increase their collective power. He never spoke of retiring.
"You want to pass it down?" the Goddess of Life asked, her voice filled with quiet astonishment. "Why the sudden change of heart, Little Zi?"
The towering God of Destruction shifted uncomfortably beneath his dark cloak, the terrifying lord of annihilation looking surprisingly bashful.
"I thought..." he replied to her, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rumble meant only for her ears. "Perhaps after I successfully pass down the heavy mantle of this God Position to a mortal, the volatile, untamed Laws of Destruction could be vastly better controlled by me. Without the absolute origin of those Laws of Destruction constantly raging within the core of the God Position anchoring my soul..."
He looked up, his glowing red eyes meeting her emerald gaze with a profound, desperate, and beautiful longing.
"...perhaps, without the absolute authorities forcing us apart, we could finally try to hold each other. We could finally try to have a child."
The words hung in the divine air, heavier than any cosmic edict. Wanting a child was something both the Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction had desperately, secretly wanted for millions of years. But it was entirely because their inherent, absolute attributes were far too repulsive and mutually destructive that they could never physically merge to create life. They were cursed by their own divinity.
Hearing her husband's heartbreaking, incredibly vulnerable words, the Goddess of Life's emerald eyes welled with tears. Her gaze turned even more profoundly gentle and intensely loving for her brooding husband.
"Oh, Little Zi," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. She reached out, letting her hand hover mere inches from his across the boundary, feeling the static repulsion pushing her back. She told him with a watery, beautiful smile, "It will be alright. You do not need to rush this. We have waited eons; we can wait a little longer."
She offered him a pragmatic timeline. "It will take a significant number of mortal days before my chosen inheritor even officially begins his God Trial, let alone completes his ambitious plan to forge his own path. Once my inheritor truly begins and the board is set, then, if you still want to... you can absolutely send a God Trial to someone close to him. We will build our family through them first."
While the two powerful God Kings were spending quiet time together, lovingly and tragically gazing at each other across the cosmic divide, deep within the darkest, blood-red halls of his own divine sanctuary, the Asura God was actually at this moment experiencing a state of severe, paranoid shock.
The Asura God sat upon his throne of swords, his terrifying, blood-red armor clinking as he leaned forward. He had felt the massive, undeniable fluctuation of the Life God King's power descending upon the Douluo Plane.
However, because the Goddess of Life had flawlessly shielded the target, he absolutely didn't know which specific human had been chosen by the Goddess of Life's God Position. And this unknown, highly powerful variable terrified him. He felt an intense, crawling paranoia that this new, hidden Life inheritor might actively, ruinously mess with his meticulous, decades-long arrangements for his own future inheritor, Tang San.
'I cannot allow a wildcard of that magnitude to roam freely near my chosen vessel,' the Asura God thought, his red eyes burning with the cold, hypocritical light of a judge who ignores his own laws.
The Asura God felt that he really, desperately needed to deal with this unforeseen matter somehow. But as a supreme Enforcer of the Divine Realm, he was bound by the very laws he violently upheld; he couldn't act blatantly or openly mess with the lower realms without drawing the immediate wrath of the God of Destruction and the ruling council.
His mind raced, seeking a perfect, deniable loophole.
'I cannot strike the board directly,' the Asura God concluded, his armored fingers drumming against the hilt of his massive demon sword. 'But I can move another piece to shield my pawn.'
He then decided on a flawless, highly manipulative course of action. He would go over to the vast, oceanic domain of the Sea God. He would personally convince and have the Sea God make a subtle, deniable move in the lower realm to actively help his inheritor, Tang San, grow stronger far more quickly. If Tang San received oceanic blessings and accelerated trials, his inheritor could become a god much more quickly, securing his legacy before this unknown Life inheritor could interfere.
The Asura God knew that the Sea God's subtle intervention in the Douluo Plane wouldn't be deemed entirely unacceptable or trigger an immediate council investigation. After all, the Sea God was a unique deity who had originally emerged and ascended directly from the Douluo Plane itself. He still possessed massive, deeply rooted ties to the mortal world; he maintained a powerful High Priest, his own sprawling, functional temple on Sea God Island, and a literal billion of Sea Spirit Beasts who actively believed in him and continuously provided him with massive amounts of faith.
If the Sea God merely used his existing Sea God Temple and his established High Priest to passively 'manage' the Douluo Plane and subtly guide a promising youth, he could effortlessly, legally make things vastly better and easier for his future successor.
Although approaching the aquatic deity meant revealing a small, risky bit of his grand, secret plan to the Sea God, the Asura God decided to do so without hesitation. After all, he was somewhat familiar with the Sea God, knowing the man harbored his own deep, restless desire to pass down his trident and finally leave the stifling confines of the Divine Realm. They shared a common goal: rapid, successful succession.
With his hypocritical, desperate scheme set, the Asura God rose from his throne, his blood-red cape billowing behind him as he marched out of his sanctuary to secure the future of the Clear Sky heir.
Meanwhile, far removed from the romantic tragedies of the God Kings and the paranoid scheming of the Asura God, deep within her dark, bone-strewn temple, the Rakshasa God was currently in a state of absolute, cackling delight.
She reclined on her throne, sipping from a goblet carved from a demon's skull. The sheer, unbelievable luck of her situation was intoxicating.
This mortal, Zhang Tian, being specifically chosen as the inheritor of the supreme Goddess of Life was a masterstroke of cosmic fate. Although he hadn't formally accepted the throne yet, the Seed of Life was planted in his soul. He could accept it at any given moment.
This singular, undeniable fact meant that she, the widely despised and isolated Rakshasa God, could now legitimately be considered to have a massive, unshakeable backing among the highest rulers of the cosmos.
In the highly likely case that the self-righteous Asura God eventually came knocking on her door to violently trouble her regarding her dark, manipulative matters on the Douluo Plane, she possessed the ultimate shield.
Her own inheritor, Bibi Dong, was deeply, romantically, and inextricably involved with the Goddess of Life's chosen inheritor. They were a packaged deal. If the Asura God tried to strike her down and destroy Bibi Dong, he would inevitably, disastrously draw the absolute, terrifying wrath of the Life God King and, by extension, the apocalyptic fury of the Destruction God King.
"Let the Asura scheme in the dark," the Rakshasa God purred, her sickly green eyes flashing with absolute, victorious malice as she stared down at the mortal realm. "The board is locked, and I have my own trump cards for it."
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
Also, check out 20 Chapters Ahead for this fanfic on my P.atreon.
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