The clouds and mist shifted in a thousand ways, at times rolling like surging waves, at others appearing like a tranquil beauty. Each change followed no set rule, yet they brought with them a sense of profound beauty and awe.
Thick, rich Heaven and Earth Yuan Power lingered within the mist. If an ordinary human were to arrive here, even a single breath would be enough to extend their life by ten years. Of course, given the constitution of an ordinary person, absorbing too much of this Heaven and Earth Yuan Power would certainly not be a good thing. Because this was divine power. Naturally, ordinary people could not come here anyway.
The majestic palace shimmered with a faint golden luster under the radiance of the God Realm. This was the highest point of the entire God Realm, and the place where everything in the God Realm was controlled.
The God Realm Committee held the duty of judging the gods, as well as the task of governing the God Realm and maintaining its rules.
The main hall of the palace was octagonal. None of the surrounding walls were decorated, yet they displayed countless shifting scenes. Each light screen represented a world or a scene from a different planet in the Human World. This was also where the God Realm Committee monitored every planet in this Star Region.
In the center of the main hall sat a round table. The material of its surface was unknown; looking closely, one could see swirling clouds and mist, appearing infinitely deep.
At this moment, five people sat around the round table.
There were two seats at the head of the table.
Sitting on the left was a young man in black. His appearance was extremely handsome, not a whit inferior to Yun Ming or Tang San, especially the special, evil luster flowing within his deep eyes.
To the young man's right sat a woman in white. Her appearance was pure to the extreme, making it impossible for anyone to harbor any evil thoughts. Her long white dress was spotless, two strands of black hair rested before her, and her large, dark, bright eyes held a gentle and moving luster. Her ethereal temperament was like an immaculate white lotus. The two sat side by side at the head.
Below them sat another man and woman.
The man on the left could not be seen clearly; he wore a large purple cloak that covered his head. One could only vaguely see two red lights flickering within the cloak, but his face remained hidden. Within that cloak, there seemed to be an infinitely deep and terrifying aura.
The woman on the right was the exact opposite. Her water-green dress was filled with the aura of life, and a faint smile always graced her face. Her appearance was not as stunning as the woman opposite her, but she was veiled in a faint golden light. That vibrant, life-filled quality was truly unforgettable and made one feel exceptionally close to her.
At the very bottom sat a man clad in blood-colored armor engraved with demonic patterns, his temperament stern and murderous.
"Shura, regarding the matter of the new Rakshasa God, don't you think you owe us an explanation?"
A low voice emanated from within the large purple cloak, and those two flickering red lights were fixed directly on the man in blood armor at the end of the table.
The man in blood armor—the previous Shura God who had failed to run away—did not change his expression, his tone indifferent.
"Explanation for what? The Rakshasa matter has nothing to do with me, Shura."
The purple-robed figure capable of holding Shura accountable was naturally no mediocre god; he was the God of Destruction, one of the five God Kings who stood alongside Shura. Destruction said coldly.
"Good! A fine 'nothing to do with you.' That 'Shura Shackles' on the successor Rakshasa God—don't tell me it was placed by that useless successor of yours!"
Shura did not avert his gaze, his tone firm.
"Of course! I, Shura, have enforced the laws of the God Realm for endless years; how could I ever commit such an act that disregards the rules?"
"Destruction, do not smear my innocence!"
Hearing Shura's shameless words, the other three also wore different expressions. The black-clad man at the head curled his lips into a playful smile; the woman in white shook her head helplessly; the woman in the green dress looked at the livid Destruction opposite her and sighed silently. Their expressions differed, but the general meaning was the same.
We've worked together for so many years, have you still not seen through his shameless face? How have you not grown at all? You keep rushing to be teased every single time!
Bang—
Can a newcomer with only one and a half inheritances really use your full-body deity abilities? Who are you trying to fool! Unable to bear Shura's shamelessness, Destruction flared up, slamming the table and cursing.
"Shura, what do you take the death of a main god for!"
"I tolerated your interference in the lower realms before because I considered how hard it is to find a successor, but this time I will not let it go lightly. You must give us an explanation!"
Seemingly worried that Destruction would suffer another loss, the woman in the green dress—the Goddess of Life, wife of the God of Destruction—spoke up.
"Shura, speak. The rules of the God Realm cannot be broken."
Shura glanced at the two who had spoken, then noticed that those at the head were also staring at him; clearly, all four held the same opinion. He stopped stalling and revealed a little something.
"What I haven't done, I haven't done. It was all the work of that brat in the mortal world. As for how the successor Rakshasa God died! Although the 'Shura Shackles' were a factor, based on my observation, it should just be a coincidence."
The group automatically filtered out the self-defense portion of his statement and extracted the main point.
"How so?" Life asked.
"It should be that the mad woman Rakshasa, in order to temper her successor and help her break free from the shackles of the seven emotions, placed the 'Evil Thought Reincarnation' upon her."
Hearing this long-lost name, the other four suddenly realized the full scope of the matter. The newcomer had suffered immense pain; under the infinite cycle of 'Evil Thought Reincarnation,' although it was agonizing, as long as Bibi Dong gained enlightenment, she could have broken free and advanced further. It was just that the addition of the 'Shura Shackles' locking her mind caused the pain to be unable to release, continuously adding pressure to her divine soul, which led to the variables. If Bibi Dong had gained enlightenment before her divine soul reached its limit, she would naturally have survived, but if not, the result was what they saw: body destroyed and soul extinguished.
The black-clad man at the head spoke for the first time.
"A pity, that newcomer's temperament was lacking!"
His eyes held a smile and his tone was relaxed, but his words were a final verdict.
Shura was not surprised by this response. They were all people preparing to run away; neither could make a different choice.
Life was not surprised by this result either. They all knew the current state of those three; today, they would definitely just muddle through. Give a reasonable excuse, and everything else would be "turned from a major issue into a minor one, and a minor one into nothing." She had the leisure to care about this, but she might as well be thinking about what to eat later. Thinking of this, her train of thought began to drift.
Should I go to the Phoenix Woman's place (Emotion God Rong Nianbing's home) to mooch a meal?
Seeing that the other four, including his own wife, were all so indifferent, Destruction felt like cursing. Everyone was only thinking of themselves; how could the will of the God Realm choose you lot to be in charge. If his wife weren't here, he wouldn't want to sleep in the study, otherwise, he would definitely have spoken up to give them a good scolding.
The woman in white at the head saw Destruction holding back his frustration and spoke to settle the matter, changing the topic.
"Alright, let this matter end here. Let's discuss the other situation."
Hearing this, the other three became a bit interested. In their view, this matter was far more interesting than the death of a main god. As for Destruction, since the two God Kings, Evil and Goodness, had both spoken, what else could he say? He had to accept it.
On the other side, Sea God Hall.
Poseidon heard the summons in his ears, opened his eyes, and stopped deducing the details of the previous battle.
What a nuisance! I wonder how much they sensed?
Not to mention Yun Ming before he became a god, the moment his avatar was destroyed in the final battle, it was certainly impossible to avoid the perception of the God Realm.
Poseidon took a step, and the scenery in all directions shifted. Outside the Central Hall, looking through the palace gates, Poseidon felt those five auras capable of crushing the firmament. He thought to himself, hoping to pass this hurdle! Subsequently, he entered the hall.
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