"WHAT?!"
"WHATTTTT?!"
"Am I hearing this wrong?! Are you sure this is correct?!"
The shouts of disbelief echoed across every corner of the Abyss. The news of Pan Buwang's ascension to Godhood and the shocking events that followed had spread like wildfire. From the lowly peasants in the remote regions to the mighty gods residing in their divine palaces — no one could believe what they had just heard.
It was one thing for a Divine Son to ascend to Godhood. That alone would have stirred waves of discussion, especially with Pan Buwang's Perfect Divine Essence. But what followed… that was something unheard of.
The beat down of the kingdom's most revered elders.
The former Divine Regent Qi Heng brought to his knees.
The implementation of slave seals to control even the strongest figures of the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom.
A god, newly crowned, had crushed the very foundation of his own kingdom.
The absurdity of it all left many in shock. Some dismissed the reports as false, thinking them too unbelievable. Others, however, felt a dreadful chill, knowing the truth could be far worse than what the rumors conveyed.
But the disbelief didn't end with them.
Within the Pure Land, the atmosphere grew heavy. Inside the grand hall where the most powerful figures of the Abyss gathered, the tension was palpable. The vast chamber, normally tranquil and majestic, now trembled with the echoes of raised voices.
The High Priests stood in stunned silence, their ancient faces unreadable. They were beings who had lived through countless eras, witnessed unimaginable events, yet the words they had just heard shook even them.
And then there was the Abyssal Monarch.
Seated upon his obsidian throne, the monarch's commanding figure loomed over the hall. The throne itself seemed to pulse with ancient energy, its intricate carvings depicting the chaotic history of the Abyss. But at this moment, the mighty ruler's composure cracked.
The moment the Pure Land Guards and Abyssal Knights relayed the detailed reports, the monarch's reaction was immediate.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
His voice thundered through the hall, the sheer force of his disbelief shaking the pillars.
Even the most battle-hardened guards flinched under the weight of his gaze. Despite his intimidating presence, the knights forced themselves to maintain composure as they bowed low.
"Your Majesty, the reports are true. Pan Buwang has enslaved the former Divine Regent, the elders and taken complete control of the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom."
The monarch's hands gripped the armrests of his throne tightly, his knuckles turning white. The glowing symbols engraved on the throne dimmed as his turbulent emotions surged.
"A Perfect Divine Essence... ascending to Godhood is one thing, but to commit such atrocities upon his own people..."
A chilling silence followed. Even the High Priests, whose expressions rarely wavered, exchanged uneasy glances. It was not often that the Abyssal Monarch's fury was provoked.
But even so, part of them understood.
Perfect Divine Essences were so rare that their existence alone could shift the balance of power within the Abyss. Pan Buwang's ascension was meant to be a symbol of strength, a sign of prosperity for the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom. Yet, instead of upholding his kingdom's legacy, he had shattered it.
"Your Majesty…" One of the High Priests finally spoke, his voice low and cautious. "Shall we intervene?"
The monarch did not answer immediately. His mind was already racing through the countless implications.
But the gods — especially the ancient ones — rarely concerned themselves with the petty squabbles of the younger generation. To them, the rise and fall of Divine Kingdoms were like the passing of seasons.
Yet even so…
"A Perfect God with a fractured heart." The monarch's eyes burned with dark resolve. "If left unchecked, Pan Buwang may become more than a mere calamity."
The High Priests nodded in agreement. The terrifying might of a Perfect Divine Essence, now wielded by a heart consumed by hatred, could no longer be dismissed as a trivial matter.
But they also knew that rash actions could trigger even greater destruction.
"For now, we watch." The monarch's voice was cold and unyielding. "Let the other Divine Kingdoms act as they will. But the moment Pan Buwang's ambitions threaten the balance of the Abyss…"
He did not finish his sentence. He did not need to.
The crushing presence of the monarch's intent swept through the hall like a storm.
And so, the decision was made.
While the Abyssal Monarch would remain on his throne, observing from the shadows, the rest of the Abyss would be left to deal with the consequences.
But to think that all of his respect, that kindness, every ounce of sincerity he displayed in the Pure Land — it was all a façade. A meticulously crafted lie, woven for one sole purpose.
Vengeance.
A vengeance aimed at his own kingdom.
The very kingdom that abandoned him.
The father who turned a blind eye to his suffering.
The Monarch eyes flashes with some understanding as he closes his eyes and thinks of everything.
Pan Buwang's actions were nothing short of terrifying. His mind, twisted by years of hatred and resentment, had grown far more vicious than anyone could have imagined. In some ways, his ruthlessness seemed even more monstrous than that of Shen Yanye, the Lightless Divine Regent.
He had deceived them all.
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"How did it turn out like this...?"
The soft murmur echoed within the grand hall of the Heaven Breaker Divine Kingdom. Hua Caili's delicate hands trembled as she clasped them together, her eyes wide with disbelief. The words of the envoy who had returned with the grim news continued to linger in the air, unsettling everyone present.
The very thought of it chilled her to the bone.
"....."
Beside her, Hua Fuchen pressed his fingers against his temples, the weight of the situation leaving a pounding ache in his head. Although he had already received the initial report through the communication talisman, seeing the events unfold through the displayed images of the profound recording stones was far worse.
The carnage. The humiliation. The madness that twisted Pan Buwang's once calm expression.
The scene played over and over again, leaving Hua Fuchen deeply disturbed.
"To think... this is his actual face." His voice was low, tinged with both disbelief and frustration.
His old friend, Qi Heng, had often spoken of Pan Buwang's redemption. How the young Divine Son had overcome his disgrace, earned back his title, and stood tall once again.
But now, all of that seemed like nothing but a twisted joke.
"He hid his hatred well," Hua Qingying finally spoke, her voice calm yet carrying the unmistakable weight of her disappointment. Her violet eyes gleamed with sharp understanding as she analyzed the truth behind Pan Buwang's calculated actions.
"So well that in just five short years, he earned the trust of his people. Respect from the other Divine Kingdoms. Even admiration from his own father."
Her words were sharp, yet undeniably true.
Pan Buwang had woven his facade to perfection. Every step he took, every word he spoke, had been calculated. Not once did he reveal the storm of hatred that churned within him.
"And when the time came…" Hua Qingying's voice lowered, bitterness lacing her tone. "The moment he held godly power in his hands, he no longer had to pretend."
Her gaze flickered to the still-glowing projection. The image of Pan Buwang standing upon the shattered throne, darkness swirling around him, burned into her memory.
"He showed his true face. His merciless side."
"But why?" Hua Caili's trembling voice broke through. Her mind refused to accept it. "Why would he go that far? Even after receiving the recognition he once sought… why choose destruction?"
Her heart ached. She had once believed that perhaps Pan Buwang could change. That his return to prominence might have healed the bitterness in his heart. But it hadn't. It only made him more dangerous.
"Because it was never about redemption." Hua Qingying's voice was cold. "He never wanted their acceptance. What he wanted was retribution. For everything they ignored. For everything they stole from him."
The silence that followed weighed heavily in the hall. No one dared to refute her words.
"Qi Heng turned a blind eye to his wife's death." Hua Qingying's words struck sharply. "And the so-called Divine Empress? Her crimes were buried beneath the prestige of the Divine Kingdom."
"Pan Buwang suffered, yet no one came to his aid. Even his own father chose convenience over justice."
The High Priest had long suspected the turmoil within the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom, but no one acted. The kingdom's image was maintained, the dark truths swept beneath a grand facade.
"And in the end," she concluded bitterly, "he no longer cared to seek their acknowledgment. He only wanted them to suffer."
"..."
Hua Fuchen's gaze darkened. Though he tried to contain his frustration, his clenched fists betrayed him.
The storm Pan Buwang brought would not merely end with the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom.
And when it spread, none would be spared.
And Hua Fuchen was right.
The dark storm that Pan Buwang unleashed did not end with the slavery of the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom's people.
Soon, another wave of devastating news spread across the Abyss.
It was said that Pan Buwang had stripped the once Divine Empress of her title. The once-glorious ruler, whose influence and schemes had stained the kingdom, now found herself reduced to nothing. But that was far from the end of her punishment.
Her son, Pan Buzhuo the former Divine Son, and all those who had once betrayed Pan Buwang — the nobles, the elders, the supporters who had turned against him — suffered a fate far worse than death.
In a horrifying display of godly might, Pan Buwang had crippled their cultivations, severing their profound veins with merciless precision. Every ounce of strength they once held was destroyed, reduced to the frailty that his mother had once was.
And yet, Pan Buwang did not kill them.
"You will understand."
The chilling words from the new God echoed across the ruined throne hall as he passed his judgment.
"You will understand what it means to be discarded. To be powerless. To be abandoned."
And with that, the crippled remnants of the Divine Empress, Pan Buzhuo, and the rest of the condemned were cast into the one place no sane being would willingly tread — the Endless Fog Sea.
It was the very place where Pan Buwang's mother had been sent, condemned under the guise of exile, never to return.
Now, the same fate awaited them.
The moment their shattered bodies disappeared into the fog, the onlookers shuddered. Even without words, they knew the truth — none of them would ever come back.
Qi Heng, the former Divine Regent, had been forced to stand witness to it all. His powerless body, under the slave seal, could do nothing but watch as the people he had once protected — the people he had once called family — disappeared into the abyss.
There were no last words. No chance for redemption.
Only the sight of the fog swallowing them whole.
The kingdom whispered in fear. Pan Buwang's vengeance was not simply about reclaiming his throne. It was about breaking the very foundations of those who wronged him.
But even that was not the end.
Only a month had passed since his ascension. The remnants of terror still lingered, and yet another earth-shattering proclamation soon spread.
This time, the news shook not just the Divine Kingdoms — Pure Land also was shaken!
"Pan Buwang, the Perfect God, has declared war against Eternal Night Divine Kingdom!"
"What?!"
The moment the words reached the thrones of power, countless voices erupted in disbelief.
Eternal Night — the kingdom ruled by the infamous Lightless Divine Regent, Shen Yanye.
To declare war on her was nothing short of madness.
And yet, Pan Buwang had done it without hesitation. His hatred, is spilling out for all to see!
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Back then, whispers filled the Abyss — whispers of the former Divine Daughter of Eternal Night and Pan Buwang.
The truth was far crueler than the rumors.
Shen Yanye, the feared Lightless Divine Regent, ruled over her kingdom with an iron will, her hatred toward men burning like an eternal flame. She had once loved, once believed in the fragile warmth of affection, but that love had shattered her. Betrayal twisted her heart, and from that day forth, she vowed never to let her kingdom fall to the whims of men.
To her, men were lowly trash, unworthy of love or trust.
And within the Eternal Night Divine Kingdom, love was a forbidden crime.
But the former Divine Daughter had dared to defy that decree.
She had secretly fallen in love with Pan Buwang, the once promising Divine Son of the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom. Theirs was a quiet, hidden love — one neither kingdom would accept, especially not Shen Yanye.
Yet despite the risk, they clung to their fragile happiness, believing that perhaps, one day, things would change.
But the world showed them no mercy.
It all began when Pan Buzhuo, the son of the Divine Empress, revealed his monstrous talent — the unheard-of Nine Levels of Divine Essence.
It was a crushing blow.
At the time, Pan Buwang possessed eight levels of Divine Essence. Though he was exceptional, it paled in comparison to the seemingly limitless potential of Pan Buzhuo.
With one revelation, Pan Buwang was discarded.
The praise, the admiration — all of it shifted to Pan Buzhuo. And Qi Heng, without hesitation, cast aside his once-proud son.
"The future of the kingdom rests in the hands of Pan Buzhuo."
The words had echoed through the halls like a death knell. Pan Buwang was no longer needed. His title, his status — gone.
But amidst the humiliation, there had still been a spark of hope.
He believed that the one person who understood his pain would stand by him. The former Divine Daughter, discarded just like him, would come to him. They could endure it together.
But that hope was shattered.
Before she could ever reach him, Shen Yanye sealed her fate.
It wasn't just because Shen Wuyi had surpassed her in talent — though that was part of it. No, the true reason for her downfall was love.
Shen Yanye had discovered her crime.
A Divine Daughter, the supposed symbol of Eternal Night's might, had fallen in love with a man. And not just any man — a discarded son, a failure in the eyes of his kingdom.
To Shen Yanye, that love was an unforgivable sin.
"A disgrace to our lineage."
"A betrayal of the Eternal Night."
The former Divine Daughter was stripped of her title and her identity. She was nothing now. And when Shen Wuyi stood in her place, shining like the perfect successor Shen Yanye had always wanted, the judgment was sealed.
Shen Yanye did not simply cast her away — she demanded her death.
And it was Shen Wuyi who carried out the execution.
When Pan Buwang learned of her death, something inside him shattered.
He had waited for her. Day after day, hoping she would come to him, that they could grieve together and rise from the ashes. But instead, he received the news that she was gone.
Killed.
By the very kingdom that once called her its treasure.
The pain was unbearable. His hatred, once a small ember, roared into a consuming flame. He hated Shen Wuyi for her cruelty. He hated Shen Yanye for her twisted heart. He hated Qi Heng for his cold abandonment.
And from that moment, Pan Buwang vowed that he would one day return. Not as the discarded son. Not as the powerless fool they left behind.
He would return as something far greater.
And they would all suffer.
One by one, the elders and the Gods all made the connection.
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"He thinks I'm afraid of him?!"
Shen Yanye's voice roared through the grand hall of the Eternal Night Divine Kingdom, its chilling force reverberating across the vast kingdom. Despite her lack of sight, the seething fury in her white, lifeless gaze seemed to burn through everything around her.
"Just who does he think he is?!"
"BOOOOOOOMMMM!!!"
The ground beneath them trembled violently, the walls of the hall cracking under the immense pressure of her unchecked power, filling the air with suffocating dread.
The Lightless Divine Regent — her very presence was the embodiment of cruelty.
"He wants war over something so meaningless?! A pathetic, useless thing?!"
Her voice dripped with venom. To her, Pan Buwang's declaration of war was nothing more than a joke. How dare he challenge her — a man who had once been discarded and crushed beneath the weight of failure?
"Let him come!"
The words roared from her, fueled by unrelenting hatred.
"Prepare for war! Let him see what true despair looks like!"
"But my Lord..."
A voice of hesitation broke through the oppressive silence. One of the high-ranking officials dared to step forward, trembling as the words escaped her lips. "This war... is dangerous. The Perfect God..."
"UGHHH... AHHHHH!!"
Before her plea could even be fully voiced, Shen Yanye's pale finger lifted with eerie precision.
"Crack."
The twisted sound of bone fracturing echoed through the hall. The woman's body convulsed violently, her limbs contorting in unnatural ways. Her face twisted in sheer agony, a wretched scream tearing from her throat.
"You dare question me?"
Her voice was cold, utterly devoid of empathy.
"You dare speak against my will?!"
The flame surrounding her surged forward, wrapping around the suffering official like a serpent tightening its coils. Every bone in her body groaned under the overwhelming pressure. The air was filled with the sickening sound of sinew and muscle tearing.
"PREPARE. FOR. WAR!"
She roared, her voice resonating through the kingdom like the cry of a vengeful ghost.
"Yes..."
"Y-yes... My Lord..."
The hall trembled once more as the remaining officials staggered backward, fear etched deep into their faces. None dared to meet her hollow gaze. The sight of their suffering comrade — now writhing in a pool of her own blood — served as a brutal reminder.
To question Shen Yanye was to invite death.
"Leave."
Her command echoed with an icy finality.
Without another word, the trembling figures scrambled to retreat, their bowed heads concealing the terror that consumed them. None dared to linger.
But even as they fled, the echo of her wrath lingered.
Alone in the shattered hall, Shen Yanye stood, her presence drenched in malice. Her pale fingers traced the air, as though reliving the twisted satisfaction of the agony she had just inflicted.
"Pan Buwang..."
She spat his name like venom.
"A once discarded dog... just a man like you, you think I'm afraid of you?!!!
Her voice dripped with scorn.
The flame twisted and churned around her, reflecting the boundless hatred that seethed from within. Shen Yanye's lips curled into a twisted grin, her blind gaze staring into the endless void that only she could see.
"I will make you wish you never crawled out from the ashes."