Chapter 359: The Path to Godhood Opens
The Blood Demon's voice vanished mid-scream.
His body, soul, and every trace of existence were crushed within the Soul Heaven Emperor's palm—obliterated by an irresistible force of destruction.
What remained was a drifting haze of crimson mist.
It fell like blood rain across the plane's core, staining the golden streams of law with a brief, filthy red.
The Blood Demon—who had once dominated whole regions, plotted for ages, and even wounded the God King Tang San—was gone.
Body and spirit destroyed, he perished completely.
Jiang Li frowned slightly, displeased by the defilement spreading through the sacred place.
With a flick of his sleeve, a breeze of pure energy swept through.
The blood mists and foul aura vanished, cleansed as though they had never been.
Only the pure, radiant flow of the plane's origin remained—still strong, still coursing, repairing its earlier wounds.
"Everything's done here. Let's return," Jiang Li said calmly.
The Soul Heaven Emperor nodded, tearing open space once again.
The two stepped through together and disappeared, leaving the plane's core silent once more—
as if two gods had come only to idly sweep away a speck of dust.
...
At that same instant, far away in an immeasurable dimension.
The skies of a vast plane glowed eternally crimson; the land was dry and cracked, rivers of magma and blood coursing through it.
The air burned with sulfur and gore.
Deep within that infernal realm stood a grand palace of bone and black metal.
In its heart sat a man with long scarlet hair, his features wickedly beautiful, soaking in a churning pool of blood.
The aura around him was beyond terrifying—his mere presence warped the fabric of space.
This was the being the Blood Demon had invoked before death—
the Blood Prison Demon Lord.
Suddenly, his closed eyes snapped open, twin blood-red lights cutting through the gloom.
He felt it—the extinguishing of the soul mark he had left within his foolish but somewhat useful younger brother.
The mark had dispersed completely, which could mean only one thing.
The Blood Demon was dead.
Body and soul annihilated.
"Who… dares to kill one of mine?!"
The deep snarl that followed shook the entire palace. Outside, the rivers of blood exploded into crashing waves.
The sheer rage in his killing intent blanketed the whole plane; countless fiends collapsed, trembling and prostrate in terror.
The Blood Prison Demon Lord's gaze pierced through barrier after barrier, seeking the thread of causality that led to his brother's demise.
Yet the trail had been erased flawlessly, leaving no trace to follow.
"Hmph. I don't care who you are or how well you hide…"
"If you dared destroy what bears my mark, one day, I will drag you from wherever you are—so you'll regret ever being born in this world!"
His voice echoed coldly through the palace, soaked in cruelty and vengeance.
...
The Abyssal Plane.
Seated upon a colossal altar, the Abyssal Sovereign suddenly opened his glowing eyes, his expression twisting in irritation.
"What's happening? That resonance… it vanished again?"
His voice rasped with fury.
"The origin of Douluo Continent just weakened drastically—it was the perfect time to open a gateway! Why did it suddenly stabilize again?"
"No… it's stronger now, even more condensed than before!"
His immense spiritual power swept tirelessly through the fragile nodes linking his world to Douluo Continent—
only to sense them rapidly repairing, locking down beyond his reach.
"Damn it! I was so close!"
He clenched his claws, and the lesser abyssal beasts below fled in terror.
"One failure doesn't mean the next will fail."
"Douluo Continent, that ripe and abundant world, is destined to feed my abyssal ascension. Next time, I'll lead the legions myself—and devour everything!"
...
At Shrek Academy, beneath the Golden Tree.
Mu En and Xuan Zi remained at their post, their faces tight with worry.
After that earlier surge of golden power, the tree's aura had withered—the luster of its leaves dimming.
Then, a gentle but faintly weak spiritual voice echoed within their minds.
"The crisis has passed. The problem with Douluo Continent's plane origin has been resolved…"
Ah Yin's voice was fragmented, frail.
"But I forcibly called upon the origin's power and suffered backlash. I must enter long slumber to recover—perhaps months, perhaps years."
"During this time, the Golden Tree will seal itself. Shrek's safety falls to you. Be vigilant…"
Before they could respond, the last traces of light within the Golden Tree faded inward.
Its branches drooped low, the great tree sinking into stillness, severing its connection to the world beyond.
Mu En and Xuan Zi exchanged looks, both seeing the shock and gravity in each other's eyes.
They did not know the full story—but for Ah Yin to be forced into such deep sleep meant the opponent she fought had been unimaginably powerful.
Even Tang San must have walked the edge of death.
"We will obey, my Lady."
They bowed deeply before the tree, then withdrew with heavy hearts to strengthen Shrek's defenses.
The world's balance was now shifting—
and the future of Douluo Continent loomed darker than ever.
...
Within the Holy Spirit Cult, inside a sealed chamber.
Sect Master Zhongli Wu stood alone at the center.
In his hands was a strange token—neither metal nor jade—covered with intricate star patterns, shimmering faintly with celestial light.
It was the secret-realm token he had bought at great cost from the Star Auction Pavilion.
His eyes gleamed with fanatic brilliance, a mix of longing and desperate resolve.
"The chance… to become a god… begins today."
He muttered softly, channeling his sinister spirit power into the token without hesitation.
Buzz—!
The token burst out with dazzling silver-white light, illuminating the chamber completely.
Before him, the light condensed into a spinning portal of pure spatial energy.
Beyond it, shadows twisted restlessly, and from them emanated an ancient, desolate aura of ultimate darkness and evil.
The oppressive energy made his blood sing. His power surged in joyful resonance.
"So it's true! It matches perfectly with my path!"
Overjoyed, Zhongli Wu strode into the portal without hesitation.
A violent spatial pull seized him—then faded.
(END CHAPTER)
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