The ever-shifting clouds and mist danced through the sky—at times like crashing waves, at others like a serene painting come to life. Though unpredictable in their transformations, each change carried a profound beauty, evoking awe and reverence.
Dense energy of the heavens and earth lingered within this mist. If a mere mortal were to take even a single breath of this sacred air, their lifespan could extend by a decade. But such a blessing was also a curse—for this was no ordinary spiritual energy, but divine power. And the human body, fragile and unrefined, could never withstand such a force.
Could mortals even set foot here?
The answer was clear: absolutely not.
This was the realm of gods.
Amidst the divine clouds stood a majestic palace, radiating with a faint golden glow. It towered above the rest of the God Realm, perched at the highest peak. From here, the balance of all things was maintained. It was not only a palace—it was the seat of judgment, the cradle of divine law.
The God Realm Committee presided here, tasked not merely with overseeing the gods, but with maintaining the very fabric of divine order.
Since the fall of the original God Realm Committee, seismic changes had shaken this sacred plane. The Shura God, Tang San—gone. The God of Destruction—perished. Even the God of Evil had vanished into the abyss. The God Realm had suffered its gravest losses since the legendary Dragon God War.
Fortunately, after more than a decade of quiet recovery, the divine world had regained its strength. Not only that—it had achieved a harmony and prosperity never seen before. Gods and divine beasts now coexisted in peace.
In this era, there was only one path for beings of the lower worlds to ascend: survive the divine tribulation.
The great hall of the palace was octagonal and unadorned, its walls bare yet alive with flickering light screens. Each one reflected the myriad worlds across the star region—glimpses into distant planets and their unfolding fates. This was where the committee monitored all realms.
At the center of the chamber stood a round table, its surface swirling with mist. No one could say what material it was made from, but when one gazed into it, they saw not a reflection—but a boundless depth, as if the sky itself had been compressed into the table's surface.
More than a dozen figures were seated around it.
Among them were two nearly identical women. Same face, same figure, same ethereal beauty—yet their temperaments couldn't be more different. One bore the aura of a heroic warrior, sharp and resolute. The other exuded the grace of nobility, calm and wise.
One had golden hair, and the other, silver.
One's eyes gleamed with a cold red light, intimidating and fierce. The other's eyes shimmered with a gentle, intelligent purple glow.
The woman with flowing silver hair that cascaded to her ankles radiated a beauty that transcended mortal understanding. Her hair sparkled like silver crystal, and though she wore a simple white robe, she was unspeakably alluring. Her delicate, pale skin and long lashes framed those mesmerizing violet eyes.
She was none other than the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yue.
"Xiao Wu has proposed expanding the God Realm. What are your thoughts?" Gu Yue's voice was calm, but it carried undeniable authority.
"I support it."
The speaker was dressed in a simple black gown, her long ebony hair flowing freely behind her. She appeared around twenty-eight years old, her cold eyes softening as they glanced toward the younger Huo Yuhao.
This was the Wind God, Zhu Zhuqing.
"It's a valid proposal," said another, her voice elegant yet firm. "But Feng is not present. We should wait until his return before making such a critical decision."
This woman's aura was noble and intoxicating. Despite the intense evil energy lingering around her, it had been purified—rendered holy and controlled. The purple mist surrounding her was not malign but divine.
She was the reborn Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong.
"I agree," said a fourth figure.
She wore a golden palace gown, woven from threads of divine gold. The dress was modest, yet regal, its simplicity enhancing her noble charm. Her long, golden hair flowed freely, contrasting her refined appearance. Her snow-white neck was protected by a high collar that shimmered under the divine light.
She was Qian Renxue, the God of Angels.
"We can't act recklessly just because we've enjoyed a decade of peace. Let us not forget how he left us."
"Tch. Why be afraid of shadows when we are the storm?" scoffed another. "I am a dragon. I fear nothing. If I encounter another rift in time and space, I'll perish with it if I must. Better that than wasting another ten years alone in silence."
This bold declaration came from the Golden Dragon King.
"Gu Ri," Gu Yue's tone turned icy. "Remember your identity."
The atmosphere in the chamber cooled instantly.
Since Ye Feng's departure, the God Realm Committee had been restructured. Now, it consisted of the Golden Dragon King, Silver Dragon King, Goddess of Life, Goddess of Kindness, Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, Angel God Qian Renxue, Sea God Shui Bing'er, Colorful Goddess Ye Lingling, Poison God Dugu Yan, Sub-Dragon God Liu Erlong, Rabbit God Xiao Wu, Wind God Zhu Zhuqing, Lingbao God Ning Rongrong, and others.
Gu Yue, the Silver Dragon King, was the acting president of the council, her leadership unanimously approved by the other gods—especially the Goddess of Life and Kindness. Gu Yue had inherited the wisdom of the original Dragon God and mastered countless elements, making her the natural leader in Ye Feng's absence.
Of course, her position remained temporary. Ye Feng was still the true president of the Divine Council.
By law, the council could impeach a president with a majority vote. Likewise, any god with enough support from the divine citizens could ascend to the presidency. This marked a radical change from the old system—one of democracy, not inheritance.
"The God of Angels is right," said the Goddess of Life, garbed in an emerald dress that shimmered like dew. "Gu Yue… Now is not the time to expand the realm. We should prioritize finding Ye Feng."
Gu Yue nodded. "Very well. Let us set this matter aside. If there is no further business, this session is adjourned."
The gods stood and began leaving the chamber in an orderly fashion.
"Xiao Wu!"
A sharp voice suddenly rang out.
Smack!
A hand landed squarely on Xiao Wu's backside.
"Rongrong!" Xiao Wu cried out, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"It's gotten bigger," Ning Rongrong said with a playful smirk.
"What nonsense are you saying!" Xiao Wu pouted, then paused. "When did you return?"
"I'm back!"
But before Xiao Wu could react—
Ning Rongrong's voice rang out again.
The hall fell silent.
Two Ning Rongrongs stood side by side, identical in every way.
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