Chapter 323: Shattered Thrones and the Rise of War
"Congratulations, new Angel Goddess."
When Mu Qingxue emerged from seclusion, Xiao Qiang appeared beside her, teasing lightly.
Mu Qingxue looked at him for a long time in silence.
Xiao Qiang raised an eyebrow, confused. "What's wrong?"
Mu Qingxue's tone was solemn. "I've inherited the Angel God position… yet I still can't see through you. You've reached the hundredth level, but there's no divine aura around you—no throne. Still, you feel… dangerous."
Xiao Qiang chuckled. "I truly don't have a god position. But I do have a few insignificant little tricks."
Mu Qingxue's gaze sharpened. "'Insignificant' tricks that make even an Angel Goddess uneasy?"
Xiao Qiang simply smiled.
"I can sense that this Angel God position allows me to bring others to the God Realm," she said. "Will you wait to ascend with your own position—or come with me?"
"Let's go together. Once Ah Sheng completes his inheritance, it's time. The battle between Angel and Rakshasa from ten thousand years ago… is about to unfold again in the God Realm."
Mu Qingxue frowned. "God War?"
Xiao Qiang nodded. "Yes. The war of gods."
The destruction of the Golden Tree did more than reawaken the suppressed Angel Throne—it brought back the long-lost Rakshasa Throne. That throne now belonged to Xiao Qiang's younger brother, Xiao Sheng, who was nearing the final stages of its inheritance.
Once complete, Xiao Qiang's side would control two first-level gods—Mu Qingxue and Xiao Sheng—excluding himself.
Tang San, protected by tradition and status, would not be brought down by words alone. Xiao Qiang lacked the silver tongue to sway others, and psychological hints meant nothing to the iron-willed God King of Destruction. If there was to be change—it would come through force.
A Storm in the God Realm
In the God Realm, the meeting room trembled with fury.
"Tang San! Bastard! Because of you, how many geniuses have rotted in the lower worlds!"
The God of Destruction thundered when Mu Qingxue and Xiao Qiang arrived.
Tang San, calm and poised, faced him. "Destruction, I know the truth hurts—but expanding the God Realm prematurely invites catastrophe. If we expand blindly, how will we survive the inevitable?"
Destruction's fury boiled over. "Catastrophe! That's all you talk about. Then tell me—when will this so-called disaster strike? Give me a number. Twenty years? Fifty? A hundred? How long must we sacrifice the future for a maybe?"
"You know full well no such number exists," Tang San replied sharply. "But I assure you, the danger is real."
"You stop time for fear of the unknown! And in doing so, you strangle every future god in their cradle!" Destruction roared. "You hold onto your throne out of fear!"
The tension snapped as Xiao Qiang raised his hand. "May I speak?"
Destruction glared, then nodded. "Speak."
Xiao Qiang's voice was calm. "There's a solution—simple and fair. If the God Realm worries about expansion, why not solve the issue by passing down thrones more often? Surely the gods of Shrek, known for their compassion, have considered this?"
He turned to Tang San, still respectful. "Senior Tang San, you and your comrades—the Shrek Seven Devils—have inspired generations. Surely, for the sake of future geniuses, you've considered succession?"
Tang San stood firm. "In time, I will pass on my throne. But not now. We must survive the coming crisis first. The Sea God's throne is not yet ready to be handed over."
"In other words," Xiao Qiang said quietly, "you have no intention of passing it on."
Tang San nodded. "Correct. I'm sorry, but for the good of the God Realm—I must endure being the villain."
Xiao Qiang's expression didn't change. "Then don't blame me for doing what I must."
Mu Qingxue raised her Angel Sword.
At the same time, bone spurs erupted toward Tang San—Xiao Sheng's Rakshasa power activating.
Tang San reacted instantly, blocking both attacks with his Sea God's Trident. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"You speak of destiny and disaster. But while you guard your throne and wait for an uncertain future, we suffer and fade. I refuse to watch my people grow old and die waiting for your permission to ascend," Xiao Qiang said, cold and clear. "You won't step aside? Then I'll take it by force."
"There is no right or wrong between us—only a battle of life and death."
The Divine Uprising Begins
"The third color of the Nine-Colored Divine Stone—Yellow God!"
As Xiao Qiang spoke, Ye Ningguang's Nine-Colored Divine Stone Martial Soul activated. The divine power of Mu Qingxue and Xiao Sheng surged by 100%, compensating for their recent ascension.
Despite Tang San's two decades in the God Realm, the combined might of the Angel Goddess and the Rakshasa God—amplified by the Divine Stone—began to overwhelm him.
The Angel Sword clashed with Rakshasa's bone dragon, divine power howling across the sky. Tang San, still in his Sea God state, staggered beneath the sheer force.
And in that moment, the words of old rang again:
> "Where the Nine-Colored Light shines, invincibility follows."
Once a proud declaration of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, it now announced the beginning of a new era—
One where the gods who refused to let go… would be made to fall.