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His gaze shifted from Ling Feng to the darkness behind him, as if he didn't need words to confirm anything.

Ling Feng sat down on the stone steps in front of him: "The matter of the Asura God is over."

Qian Daoliu glanced at him and nodded: "That's good."

He didn't ask for details, only saying, "The tea is on the table, pour it yourself."

Ling Feng stood up, poured himself a cup of tea, and then sat down again.

Qian Renxue also poured a cup. Jin Chen picked it up, took a sip, and then put the cup down with a muffled sound, as if he was using this action to confirm that he had indeed returned.

They sat under the veranda for a long time, long enough that the moon had moved past the canopy of the old locust tree, long enough that the spots of light in the courtyard had completely changed position and taken on a different shape.

Ling Feng sat there, feeling the energy within his body slowly settling down.

He knew tomorrow would come, and he was ready.

The wind blew in from outside the courtyard, carrying the scent of distant fields and rivers, passing through the branches of the old locust tree, circling the bluestone slabs, and then dissipating.

Seven days after the fall of the Asura God, the sky over the God Realm cleared up completely.

Those dark red cracks that had been suspended between the gray clouds for years closed one after another, as if they were being smoothed out one by one by an unseen hand.

Chapter 332 Chaotic Currents in the Divine Realm, Emperor Tian Becomes a God

The God of Destruction stood before his palace, watching the dissipating crimson pillar of light, having completed its final exit.

He could sense the weight of the divine realm being redistributed, like a ship slowly adjusting its waterline after unloading its ballast.

He turned and walked back into the palace, his steps lighter than usual.

The goddess of life was waiting for him in the palace, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea.

She saw him come in, but instead of asking about the Asura God, she simply placed the tea on the table and said, "The wind has stopped."

The God of Destruction picked up the teacup, his fingertips touching the warm rim.

He glanced down at the water in his glass for a moment, then asked, "Any movement from the Divine Realm Committee?"

The goddess of life said, "The gods of good and evil are already working on adjusting the border defenses."

Poseidon went to inspect the border to make sure the rift was completely sealed.

The others were still observing, as if waiting for a clear signal.

The God of Destruction took a sip of tea; the tea was at the perfect temperature.

He said, "The signal is there."

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue received the official notification from the Divine Realm Committee the following morning.

The notification appeared on the Destruction Token in the form of purple light patterns, with concise content and no unnecessary embellishments.

The Divine Realm Committee confirmed the fall of the Asura God, and his divine position and authority were officially dissolved. The committee will temporarily manage the relevant functions.

After reading the notice, Ling Feng tucked it into his clothes without saying anything more.

Qian Renxue stood by the window, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand. Sunlight shone in from the window and fell on her slightly lowered eyelids.

She began, "The situation in the divine realm is calmer than I expected."

Ling Feng said, "They've been waiting for a long time."

The necessary preparations have already been made.

Jin Chen went to the Endless Sea on the third day.

He stood on the coastline, the sea breeze blowing in his face, carrying the scent of salt and water.

He stood there for a moment, as if making a quiet confirmation with the entire sea, then turned and walked back.

When he returned to Wuhun Capital, he encountered Ning Rongrong walking towards him at the city gate.

When Ning Rongrong saw him return, she quickly walked a few steps and asked, "Brother Jin Chen, how are things going on your end?"

Jin Chen said, "The sea is very calm."

Ning Rongrong said, "That's good."

Gu Yuena stayed deep in the Star Dou Great Forest for a long time.

Di Tian waited at the edge of the forest for a while, then walked along the path he had walked countless times to the lakeside and saw Gu Yuena standing on the lake, as if she was balancing her breathing with the water.

She didn't turn around; her voice came from the lake: "He's really gone."

Di Tian didn't speak, but just stood by the lake for a while.

That path leading into the depths no longer needs to be kept open for him.

Tang San tested a newly made short knife in the courtyard of a small house in the east of the city. The blade made a crisp hum as it cut through the air.

Ah Yin came out of the house and stood at the door looking at him.

He sheathed his sword and said, "I've heard about what happened in the realm of the gods."

Ah Yin said, "Mm."

You want to go too?

Tang San thought for a moment: "It's not the right time yet."

Let's readjust this knife a bit.

He turned and walked back into the house, his steps unhurried, as if waiting for a certain time to come naturally.

Zhu Zhuqing practiced swordsmanship at the training ground all morning, and when she finished, she saw Ling Feng standing on the sidelines.

She put down her sword, went over to him, and asked if he was alright.

Ling Feng said, "No."

I was just passing by.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, asked no further questions, and turned back to continue practicing her swordsmanship.

A few days later, the Martial Souls were all blessed with a spring rain.

The rain was light, fine and dense, leaving a dark layer of watermarks on the bluestone surface.

Ling Feng sat under the eaves, watching the rain drip down the branches of the old locust tree, landing in the shallow puddles in front of the stone steps, creating tiny ripples.

He sensed that he no longer needed to confirm those distant forces.

They are operating independently in their respective positions.

He sat on the porch, not in a hurry to stand up, as if he had finally stopped having to travel.

Cracks began to appear in the sky above the realm of the gods.

At first, there were only very fine lines, like the traces left by the morning light on the glass surface, which did not attract attention.

But those lines are widening day by day, from the thickness of a hair to the width of a fingernail, slowly spreading from the edges to the center, as if they are being stretched open from the inside.

The light shining through those cracks was different from the light of the divine realm itself; it was a colder, deeper gray-blue, carrying an unsettling weight.

When the Divine Realm Committee urgently convened a meeting, Ling Feng was standing on the edge of the Destroyed Divine Realm. His fingers touched the edge of one of the cracks, and he could feel a continuous, subtle vibration coming from inside the crack.

The wind inside the crack was seeping out, carrying a scent he had never encountered before.

The God of Destruction stood in the center of the conference hall, with a constantly changing map of the divine realm floating in front of him.

The locations of the cracks on the map are marked with gray-blue dots, and they are slowly expanding.

He said, "The spacetime turbulence is approaching the realm of gods."

This is not an ordinary boundary fluctuation; its source is outside the realm of gods, and it is seeping inward.

At the current rate of diffusion, the turbulence will completely penetrate the first barrier in about three months.

If the crack is not repaired, a breach will appear in the rules of the divine realm, and the lower realm will also be affected.

The goddess of life stood beside him, her voice soft: "Someone needs to stabilize those cracks and control their rate of spread."

Then find the source and shut it down from the outside.

The God of Kindness looked at Gu Yuena with a calm gaze, as if she had already walked that path in her mind: "I can go to the source."

That place is the same type of location as the space where the Dragon God perished; I can find the path.

The god of evil leaned back in his chair: "What's inside that crack?"

Gu Yuena said, "It's not fully formed yet."

She paused for a moment, then said, "But if the crack continues to widen, some things that shouldn't be in the realm of gods will take advantage of the situation."

Ling Feng sat at the round conference table, to the side of the God of Destruction.

His gaze swept across the expanding gray-blue dots on the map, and he said, "I can plug the crack at the source."

Qian Renxue didn't turn to look at him: "I'll stay with you."

Gu Yuena said, "The turbulent flow at the source cannot be solved by simply blocking it; someone needs to stabilize it on the other side of the crack."

I can come over.

After the meeting, Di Tian stood at the edge of the square of the Divine Realm Council, waiting with the Trident of the Sea God resting horizontally on his lap.

Seeing Gu Yuena come out, he stood up: "I need to go there."

Gu Yuena glanced at him: "Where are you going?"

Di Tian said, "Go and undergo tribulation."

The divine realm has granted permission for soul beasts to become gods; the gate has opened. If I don't go and take the plunge, I'll have waited in vain.

Gu Yuena's gaze fell on him: "Are you confident?"

Di Tian said, "I've waited for many years."

"I wouldn't have waited this long if I wasn't sure."

The decision by the divine realm to allow soul beasts to become gods was officially passed ten days after the spacetime turbulence was first confirmed.

The god of good and the god of evil signed the document, and Poseidon, the god of the sea, also left his mark on it.