The clash between the Five Divine Regents and the newly crowned Boundless Rage God unfolded just as High Priest Fairy Spirit Ling Xian had predicted.
Ten minutes.
That was all it took for the battlefield to settle.
When the smoke cleared, divine light faded, and the space-storms calmed, all six gods lay on the scorched ground of the ancient battlefield—gasping for breath, their robes torn, divine auras flickering like candlelight in a storm.
The Five Divine Regents had succeeded in suppressing Dian Jiuzhi.
In their hearts, none of them could deny the terrifying truth.
The former Boundless Divine Regent, Dian Rahu, had been powerful—formidable in one-on-one combat. Few could match his strength in direct confrontation.
But even he would've struggled against multiple gods.
Yet Dian Jiuzhi, with his Perfect Godhood, had stood toe-to-toe with few of the Divine Regents simultaneously—and held his ground.
He didn't overpower them, but he resisted them. Matched them.
Only when all the gods joined the fray did the tide truly shift.
And even then, it had taken everything they had.
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Back in the grand hall, a spatial ripple shimmered—and from it, Dian Jiuzhi emerged.
His figure was battered.
His face swollen, his lower lip split and bleeding. His once-flawless robes were shredded, soaked with sweat and divine blood. And yet—
The moment his feet touched the ground—
His back straightened.
His steps were firm.
And in his eyes…
The madness still burned—unwavering, wild, and unrepentant.
Even injured, humiliated, and beaten by five gods—he did not bow.
He walked forward as if he were the victor.
And perhaps, in some way… he was.
"Let's go."
His voice was cold—sharp enough to silence thought. Dian Jiuzhi didn't spare a glance toward the stunned members of his Divine Kingdom, who stood frozen at the sight of his swift and bloodied return. Their eyes were wide with disbelief, unsure how to process the fact that their god had emerged from the spatial battlefield so quickly—bruised, bloodied, and still burning with madness.
But he paid them no mind.
With a slight nod, they moved. Carrying the injured young prince and the grievously wounded elder, the delegation from the Boundless Divine Kingdom gave a formal farewell to the High Priests with deep bows and took flight. One by one, they ascended into the air, heading toward the exit of the Pure Land, their figures vanishing into the horizon.
And just as they began to fade from sight—
Dian Jiuzhi stopped.
He hovered in the air, eyes narrowed, lips unmoving.
A single flicker of light emerged from him—a fragment of his Divine Soul, pulsing faintly with godly essence. Silent and dignified, it floated toward the ancient statue of the former Boundless Divine Regent.
Then—
It settled into the statue, merging quietly within.
And without another word, Dian Jiuzhi turned and departed, following after his people.
A long silence followed… until it was broken by laughter.
"Hahaha! In the end, you still left behind a piece of your Divine Soul!"
The one who spoke was Xian Yue, the Moon Divine Son, unable to suppress the smug grin on his face.
"So much for 'I'm invincible.'"
"..."
"......"
The rest of the crowd remained silent, but expressions told more than words ever could. Even those who didn't laugh outright couldn't hide their subtle smirks or the knowing looks exchanged between them.
He had walked with arrogance.
Mocked the gods of the older generation.
Declared himself untouchable.
And yet…
He had still left behind a soul fragment—a precaution, a safeguard, the very thing he had ridiculed only moments before.
To many who witnessed it, it was clear:
He had been humbled.
Beaten hard enough in the battlefield to understand the truth—
That even gods can bleed.
That power alone does not make one supreme.
And that no god, no matter how perfect, is beyond defeat.
The crowd slowly began to disperse, but the whispers lingered.
As the first group departed into the distance, silence fell once more over the sacred hall. The remaining crowd—disciples, Divine Sons and Daughters, elders, and sect masters from the various Divine Kingdoms—stood still, their eyes fixed on the crack in space left behind.
They waited.
Minutes passed.
Ten minutes… twenty… thirty…
Still, no one emerged.
What began as quiet anticipation slowly shifted to unease. Whispers stirred among the onlookers. Disciples exchanged glances. Elders furrowed their brows. Some began pacing nervously, eyes flickering between the spatial rift and the High Priests.
And then—an hour passed.
By now, the tension was palpable.
What had seemed like a brief spar among gods now stretched into something far more ominous.
Worry turned to concern.
Concern edged toward fear.
Among the crowd, none felt the weight of that fear more than Hua Caili.
Her hands were clenched at her sides, her gaze locked on the crack with unwavering focus.
She tried to stay calm… but her heart refused.
Finally, she took a deep breath, stepped forward, and turned to the only person she dared question at a time like this.
"Grandma Ling Xian… is Father okay?"
Her voice was soft, almost trembling—but clear. Of all those gathered, she alone had grown up in the Pure Land. To her, the High Priests were not distant deities, but family—especially Fairy Spirit Ling Xian, whom she had always treated like an elder.
While others held their tongues out of fear or formality, Hua Caili spoke with genuine concern.
"They're fine! They just need a little break,"
a cheerful voice interrupted before Ling Xian could respond.
High Priest Six Laughs (Liu Xiao) grinned as he waved his hand dismissively, producing another snack in the same motion.
"Give them a day or two—they'll be crawling out, limping and complaining. Hahaha!"
His words were lighthearted, his tone jovial—but the undercurrent of reassurance in his voice was unmistakable. He was trying to ease the tension, to remind them that these weren't ordinary men—they were gods.
Still, as the spatial crack remained still and silent, a quiet unease lingered in everyone's heart.
Although High Priest Six Laughs (Liu Xiao) spoke with a carefree grin, claiming the gods just needed "a little break," his words sent a ripple of shock through the crowd.
A day or two…?
Just to recover from a fight with Dian Jiuzhi—a newly ascended god?
That was far beyond what anyone expected.
Their expressions shifted from confusion to disbelief. The idea that it would take five seasoned Divine Regents that long to recover from a battle with someone who had only just become a god—
It was unthinkable.
And yet… that was what they were being told.
Imaginations began to stir. Whispers returned. Was Dian Jiuzhi truly that powerful? Had he done more damage than anyone realized? Had he perhaps even won?
No one dared say it aloud, but the thought lingered.
"......"
High Priest Fairy Spirit Ling Xian, who had been preparing to offer a calm explanation, was left speechless. Her eye twitched as she turned her head slightly toward Liu Xiao.
He had cut her off—again.
She said nothing, but deep in her heart, she began mentally piling up another long list of offenses.
"Just wait, Old Bones…" she thought, her smile calm and composed on the outside.
"Once all the kids are gone, you're getting it."
As the hours slipped away, the golden light of day slowly faded into twilight. The cycle of the sun gave way to the rise of the moon, casting a silver glow across the Pure Land. Stars blanketed the sky in tranquil brilliance, offering a peaceful contrast to the storm of thoughts in everyone's minds.
By now, the Pure Land Guards had finished preparing resting places for each Divine Kingdom's delegation.
With the High Priests confirming no further news would come until the next day, the visitors began to disperse.
Since waiting here or elsewhere made little difference, they quietly left the grand hall in groups, each heading toward their designated accommodations.
Tension still lingered in the air…
But for now, all they could do was wait.
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"Congratulations, Brother Buwang, on regaining your Divine Son status. I sincerely wish that under your leadership, the Butterfly Divine Kingdom will shine brighter than ever."
Sha Xing approached with a warm smile, stepping into the courtyard where Pan Buwang and his group were resting. His voice carried genuine respect as he offered his congratulations.
"I couldn't have done it without you, Brother Xing," Pan Buwang replied with equal warmth, returning the smile.
"It was your help that got me into the Pure Land Meeting in the first place."
Their exchange, though simple, was sincere—an acknowledgment of both friendship and shared history.
Ever since the chaos of the Pure Land Meeting, countless rumors had spread regarding Pan Buwang's unexpected return to the position of Divine Son. Many believed it had been Divine Regent Qi Heng's decision—one made even before the meeting concluded. Whispers speculated that the title had already been promised, long before it was made public.
But regardless of what others believed, the official ceremony had only taken place after their return to the Butterfly Divine Kingdom. It was there, beneath the divine banners of their homeland, that Pan Buwang had been officially reinstated.
Unfortunately, due to the incident involving Yun Che and Shen Wuyi, the entire upper echelon of the Divine Kingdoms had been thrown into chaos. As a result, Pan Buwang's ascension to Divine Son, though significant, had gone largely unattended by the other kingdoms' key figures. Everyone had been simply too occupied to spare the time.
And today, Sha Xing had come to offer his congrats, perhaps more.
And because of his help during the Pure Land Meeting, Pan Buwang held a favorable impression of him. With a small nod, he gestured for Sha Xing to follow him into a private chamber. As the doors closed behind them, a sound barrier quietly activated, sealing their conversation from the outside world.
"You look tired, Brother Xing," Pan Buwang said, studying him carefully.
His voice was gentle but direct. "Is there something on your mind?"
Pan Buwang had always been perceptive—quietly intelligent behind his calm demeanor. He could see the exhaustion hidden behind Sha Xing's eyes, the weight pressing behind his smile.
"Nothing escapes you, does it, Brother Buwang?"
Sha Xing let out a soft chuckle, though his voice carried a hint of weariness.
"As expected of someone who has reawakened their Divine Essence… and even attained a Perfect Divine Essence."
There was admiration in his tone, but also something else—something heavier lingering beneath.
"I won't hide it from you, then… it's about the Fog Monarch."
Sha Xing's expression turned grave, his earlier calm replaced by a somber seriousness. At the mention of the Fog Monarch—the very being some called a myth and others a nightmare—Pan Buwang's expression also shifted. The room, already sealed by a sound barrier, grew heavier as the weight of the topic settled between them.
"Back then… when the Fog Monarch appeared in the Pure Land and took Brother Jianyuan (Yun Che) and Divine Daughter Shen Wuyi (Xia Qingyue), it all happened so fast."
Sha Xing's eyes narrowed as he recalled the moment, his voice low.
"But even though it was brief, in that instant… it felt like something was trying to devour me. Not my body—my very being."
He looked straight into Pan Buwang's eyes, his voice firm.
"And when I later learned that the Abyssal Knight Commander turned into an Abyssal Ghost without any visible or sensed corruption from abyssal dust… I couldn't sleep. Not a single night."
He paused before continuing, the seriousness in his voice deepening.
"I begged my Lord… even the Moon Divine Regent… to examine my body over and over again. I forced myself through countless inspections. Nothing. Not a trace."
"But it wasn't enough."
"So I went into the Endless Fog Sea."
Pan Buwang's eyes widened slightly.
"While everyone else was searching for Brother Jianyuan and Divine Daughter Shen Wuyi… I wasn't looking for them."
"I was searching for the Fog Monarch."
"Desperate… for answers."
The room fell into a tense silence.
"But I found nothing," Sha Xing finally said, his voice calm now, but tired.
"Not a trace, not a sign, not even a whisper."
He looked at Pan Buwang again, the shadows of uncertainty and obsession still lingering in his gaze.
"In the end… I could only give up."
"Brother Buwang," Sha Xing said quietly, his voice filled with a heavy tension, "you once told me you were like me… someone who had once received the Fog Monarch's grace."
He looked Pan Buwang in the eye, his own gaze flickering with a deep, unresolved fear.
"That day… did you feel it too? That feeling as if your body and mind were slipping away, as if something beyond understanding was about to devour you whole?"
"...…"
Pan Buwang fell silent.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as Sha Xing's words echoed in his mind. The weight of the conversation hung between them—thick, heavy, and unnerving.
After a long pause, he finally exhaled and opened his eyes.
"No," he said slowly, shaking his head.
"Not at all."
His voice was calm, unwavering.
"I did encounter the Fog Monarch in the Endless Fog, yes. But that meeting… was fleeting. Like a leaf falling from a tree—it was there, and then it was gone."
"That day… and even now… I've never felt such a thing. No terror. No loss of control. No sense of being devoured."
He looked at Sha Xing with quiet certainty, repeating again,
"I felt nothing of the sort."
"...…"
"Not even a little?" Sha Xing pressed, almost desperate to hear even a sliver of shared experience.
"None."
Pan Buwang shook his head once more, and this time, his tone was even firmer—clear, steady, and resolute.
"It's the truth. As true as anything can be."
He then offered a small smile.
"Are you sure you're not overthinking it, Brother Xing?"
"...…"
Sha Xing lowered his gaze.
He wanted to argue. He wanted to deny it.
But faced with Pan Buwang's confidence—his unwavering calm—he could only sigh.
"Maybe… maybe you're right."
In the end, he nodded slowly, the burden in his heart easing just a little. The gods had examined him countless times. There had been no signs, no warnings, no answers.
And now, with Pan Buwang's words grounding him, the tension within him loosened.
The two soon began to speak of other things—lighter topics, shared memories, idle speculation. Their voices grew warmer, the atmosphere relaxed. And as the conversation flowed, their bond grew stronger.
From worry…
Came a quiet, growing brotherhood.
"...…"
High above the realm, upon his unseen throne, the Monarch sat in silence, his eyes closed, yet his divine sense stretched far across the Pure Land. He had been quietly observing the conversation between the two Divine Sons—Pan Buwang and Sha Xing—listening to every word.
Only when their talk drifted away from the topic of the Fog Monarch did he withdraw his divine sense, letting their private chatter fade from his awareness.
His gaze shifted elsewhere.
Far across the Pure Land, in the residence prepared for the Heaven Breaker Divine Kingdom, a gentle quiet filled the night. In one of the guest chambers, Hua Caili sat in her room, her posture a little tense, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.
Beside her, her aunt, Hua Qingying, stayed close—her presence soft and comforting.
"Don't worry too much about your father," Hua Qingying said gently, offering her niece a reassuring smile.
"Didn't the Lord High Priest say he's fine? And you know how tough he is—those old bones of his aren't going to break so easily."
"...…"
Hua Caili nodded silently, but the worry in her eyes hadn't quite faded.
A few quiet moments passed before she finally whispered,
"Auntie… do you think I'll ever see Brother Yun Che again?"
Without missing a beat, Hua Qingying answered with complete certainty.
"Of course you will."
She reached over and gently pulled her niece into an embrace.
"I'll make sure of it."
There was no hesitation in her voice, no trace of doubt.
And Hua Caili—hearing those words, feeling the warmth of the woman who had raised and protected her—smiled softly.
"Yes… Auntie never lies."
She leaned her head against Hua Qingying's shoulder, closing her eyes, allowing herself a rare moment of peace beneath the starry Pure Land sky.
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Within the ancient battlefield, where divine might had clashed violently just hours earlier, the air was still thick with lingering spiritual energy. At the heart of the charred and cracked earth, a vast healing formation pulsed gently, drawing in the surrounding energy as it worked to mend flesh, restore essence, and soothe exhausted divine souls.
At the center of the formation, five figures lay motionless, their bodies bruised, their auras dimmed. They had fought hard—harder than anyone watching could have imagined.
Finally, as the runes of the formation dimmed and its light scattered like drifting motes of gold, the spell completed its cycle. One by one, the gods opened their eyes.
The formation crumbled, fading into the wind.
The five slowly rose to their feet, still breathing heavily. Though most of their external injuries had faded, exhaustion lingered deep within their cores.
Then, they turned skyward and bowed with reverence.
"We thank Lord Wan Dao for your aid."
Above them hovered High Priest Wan Dao, watching silently. His expression was calm, but his divine sense swept across each of them, carefully examining their conditions.
"It's fine," he replied coolly. "It wasn't much trouble."
Still, his gaze lingered on their injuries. Though his formation had healed ninety percent of their wounds, some damage ran deeper—especially in the cases of the Moon and Star Divine Regents.
Both had Eight-Level Divine Essences, and their combined strength had always allowed them to stand as one of the strongest duos among the gods. But in truth, the divine power that fueled their godhood came from a single God Source, split between them.
That division, once their greatest unity, now revealed a vulnerability.
Together, they were powerful.
But individually, they were weaker than the other gods present.
Against someone like Dian Jiuzhi, whose Perfect Godhood was born of a unified and complete God Source…
They had been pushed to the edge.
And now, even after the healing, they would need time—perhaps month—to fully recover.
As members of the elder generation, the Five Divine Regents had all shared the same unspoken desire—to beat some sense into Dian Jiuzhi for his arrogance, insolence, and utter disrespect. But even with that shared sentiment, they still held pride as ancient gods. Their faces weren't quite thick enough to gang up on a newly ascended god right from the start.
So, one by one, they challenged him individually.
Though the entire battle lasted no more than ten minutes, for beings who could move faster than lightning and compress hundreds of exchanges into a single breath, ten minutes was an eternity.
Each god had gone up alone, believing their experience and power would be enough to subdue the arrogant upstart.
But they had all miscalculated.
Dian Jiuzhi was not just a new god—he was a Perfect True God, forged through an unprecedented union of Ten Divine Essences, surpassing the normal bounds of what any of them had expected from someone so newly ascended.
One by one, they were defeated.
Not instantly, not easily—but decisively.
In direct, one-on-one combat, even the elder gods found themselves overwhelmed.
Crushed by sheer power.
Outmatched by divine essence.
Shamed by his speed and brutality.
And then, as if to pour salt into their wounds—
Dian Jiuzhi taunted them.
He laughed. He mocked. He dared them to come at him all at once.
And so, pride gave way to fury.
The Divine Regents, faces burning with indignation, finally did the unthinkable.
They cast aside decorum and honor—and attacked together.
The battle that followed shook the entire battlefield.
For a full minute, the clash of divine powers filled the sky with golden storms and collapsing space.
In the end, High Priest Wan Dao and the Chief High Priest—who had been observing everything from afar—were forced to intervene.
Descending into the heart of the battlefield, their presence instantly stilled the air, and with calm but firm words, they addressed the still-standing Dian Jiuzhi—bruised, bloodied, but unbowed.
"As you've now seen for yourself," the Chief Priest said, his voice like thunder wrapped in wisdom, "you are strong. Like your father once was. But no matter how strong an individual may be… if others unite and strike as one, and you have only yourself to rely on—
you will fall."
Beside him, High Priest Wan Dao added sharply,
"Don't disgrace your father's legacy, Dian Jiuzhi. Power without wisdom only leads to ruin."
Silence followed, the words heavy with meaning.
Finally, without a word, Dian Jiuzhi turned and left, disappearing into the distance with his people—his pride battered, but his spirit still burning.
Only after his departure did the five Divine Regents collapse to the ground, each heaving for breath, their bodies aching, their auras dimmed.
It had taken everything they had to suppress him.
Had they not worn themselves out with the one-on-one duels beforehand, it might not have drained them so completely.
But they had.
And now, exhausted and humbled, they could only lie back on the battlefield and stare at the sky…
They all silently agreed—it was best to heal up first before returning to their waiting followers. None of them were willing to show their bloodied, bruised faces to their people. They were gods, after all—symbols of strength, honor, and divine prestige. To appear wounded, even after a victorious battle, was not something they could allow.
So, they remained in the aftermath of the battlefield, taking the time to recover.
Between bouts of meditation, they spoke with one another—sharing words, exchanging memories, and catching up on what they had each experienced over the centuries.
They were all True Gods now, but before that, they had each once been Divine Children—the pride of their respective kingdoms. Their paths had crossed countless times. Some had only been acquaintances in the past, while others had formed bonds as close as brothers during their youth.
The battle had left them drained, but it had also rekindled old camaraderie, and laughter even managed to break through the fatigue.
Still, as the hours passed, it became clear their injuries would take too long to fully recover through passive rest. Seeing this, High Priest Wan Dao stepped forward once more, raising his hand and forming a brilliant healing array beneath their feet.
"Stay still," he said simply, and the divine formation activated, bathing them in gentle waves of golden light.
After a time, when their auras began to stabilize and their divine bodies had mostly mended, High Priest Wan Dao gave them a soft nod.
"You should return now," he said, his voice calm but firm.
"Those who wait for you outside have been worried sick."
He pointed toward the spatial crack, now glowing faintly in the air behind them.
The gods looked at one another, then gave a unified bow toward the High Priest.
"Yes!" they responded in unison, their voices filled with renewed strength and gratitude.
With that, they stepped through the crack—each returning to their respective camps.
And when they finally emerged, their waiting followers—who had grown anxious and restless—could at last breathe in relief.
The Divine Regents had returned.
Soon after, formal farewells were made.
Each group bowed respectfully to the High Priests, and lastly, turned as one to bow in the direction of the Abyssal Monarch—offering a final show of reverence before departure.
And thus, one by one, the Divine Kingdoms departed from the Pure Land, leaving behind only whispers and memories of the chaos, revelations, and transformations that had taken place within.
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"My Lord… this… this—"
Voices of disbelief echoed through the room, filled with hesitation and uncertainty.
Aboard the Own Butterfly Divine Kingdom's profound ship, gliding steadily across the vast expanse of the Abyss, a meeting had gathered at the heart of the vessel. Pan Buwang knelt respectfully alongside the core elders of his Divine Kingdom, all facing the elevated throne seat where their sovereign, Divine Regent Qi Heng, sat.
The air was tense.
Divine Regent Qi Heng's expression was stern, carved in stone, as his piercing gaze swept over the gathered elders.
"I said what I said," he repeated coldly, voice resonating with divine authority.
"Does anyone here wish to oppose my decision?"
There was silence—brief, broken only by a few stammered attempts.
"We…"
"I…"
"I… no…"
One by one, the hesitant voices withered and faded. In the end, none dared speak further.
Whatever the Divine Regent had declared, it was final. And truthfully, they had no grounds to oppose him. His word was law, and despite their initial shock, they knew better than to challenge it.
"Good."
Qi Heng gave a sharp nod.
"Then you are dismissed. Buwang—stay behind. Accompany your father for a while."
The command left no room for question.
At once, the elders offered respectful bows and withdrew, their footsteps quiet as they exited the chamber, leaving behind a heavy silence.
Soon, only two figures remained in the room—
Father and son.
The Divine Regent and his chosen heir.
"Buwang, do you know why I made such a decision?"
Divine Regent Qi Heng's voice echoed through the chamber, calm and steady, yet filled with a weight that Pan Buwang could feel deep in his bones.
"I... have no idea, Father," Pan Buwang answered honestly, lowering his head.
His father's words from earlier still echoed in his ears, and though the decision had stunned him, he knew it was the best possible outcome for both himself and his master.
Qi Heng leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving his son.
"In these past five years since you reclaimed your title as Divine Son, you've never once sought revenge."
"Not against those who once betrayed you."
"Not against the elders who turned their backs, nor those who openly opposed your return."
"Instead, you extended your hand. You mended old wounds. You helped rebuild what was divided—and in doing so, you unified our kingdom more than ever before."
He paused, letting the words settle between them.
"You, Pan Buwang… are worthy to lead us."
A deep breath followed—but then, the Divine Regent continued.
"But even that wasn't enough."
"I was prepared to rule for several more millennia, to hold this seat until your power and experience had grown to match your heart."
"Yet… after our battle with the Boundless Rage Divine Regent, I came to a realization."
His eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled the clash—the overwhelming madness, the Perfect Godhood, the terrifying strength of Dian Jiuzhi.
**"It's time. Time for us—**the older generation—to step aside. To make way for those like you, who carry the future in both power and purpose."
He stood slowly, his presence majestic and proud.
"You possess perfect mastery over darkness profound energy. Your Divine Essence is flawless. If guided properly, your brilliance will surely eclipse even that of the Boundless Rage Divine Regent."
Pan Buwang clenched his fist, his heart pounding, then lowered his head once more.
"I will lead the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom to greater heights, Father. I will not let you down."
"Good! Very good!"
Qi Heng's laughter was full of approval, his voice resonating with pride.
He had once thought to hold his throne for another few thousand years, content in his reign. But after witnessing the rising storm named Dian Jiuzhi, he knew the world was changing.
And if the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom was to survive and thrive—
It would need a god of its own, just as brilliant… just as terrifying… and just as divine.
Dian Jiuzhi may have ascended to the level of a Perfect True God, but everyone knew—it was only possible through the Vein of Great Rage. A terrifying power, yes, but one that came with shackles. Every god who had witnessed his ascension could see the truth: Dian Jiuzhi would not progress beyond the True God Realm.
But Pan Buwang—he was different.
He didn't rely on any external force, no cursed vein or chaotic artifact.
His Divine Essence was pure, flawless, and complete—a true Perfect Divine Essence.
Once he ascended to godhood, he wouldn't stop there.
He could continue forward—
Toward realms the current generation of gods could only dream of.
Which of them hadn't once longed to reach the legendary domain of the Ancient True Gods?
It was the unreachable sky. The broken limit.
But with flawed and incomplete Divine Essences, their path had long since ended.
Now, with the emergence of a new generation of Perfect Divine Sons and Daughters, that path no longer seemed impossible.
They would walk it—in their stead.
"Once we return to the Divine Kingdom," Divine Regent Qi Heng said with conviction, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon,
"you will be inherited my Divine Power and be crowned our new Divine Regent."
"Yes, Lord Father!" Pan Buwang replied, bowing deeply, his voice steady with determination.
The two continued speaking, discussing their kingdom's future, the reforms to come, and the preparations for Pan Buwang's inevitable ascension. The divine ship continued to sail through the Abyss, carrying not just its rulers, but the quiet spark of a new era.
And on that day, Divine Regent Qi Heng made a choice—
One that would not only reshape the future of the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom…
But one that would ripple through the entire Abyss.