In the God Realm, where divine beings overlooked the mortal world, an unnatural ripple disturbed the peace.
The celestial halls, usually filled with serene divine energy, trembled slightly. The gods, who had long ruled over the Douluo Plane from above, felt it—an unknown presence had entered the world.
Atop a vast throne of golden flames, the God King of Destruction narrowed his eyes. His deep purple divine energy flickered violently, reacting to the disturbance.
Across from him, the Goddess of Life stood still, her radiant green aura pulsing in waves, as if the very essence of existence was warning her of something beyond comprehension.
The Shura God, ruler of order and judgment, frowned deeply. His grip tightened on the hilt of his sword as he gazed into the endless void of space. Even his divine senses, which stretched across dimensions, could not fully perceive the cause of this disturbance.
Something had changed in the Douluo Plane.
Something... terrifying.
It wasn't an attack. It wasn't the rise of an enemy god. No deity had descended, no soul beast had evolved beyond its limits.
Yet, the balance of power had shifted in a way they had never seen before.
The Rakshasa God, veiled in darkness, spoke in a cold, emotionless voice. "Something has been born in the Douluo Plane... something that should not exist."
The other gods fell into silence. They could not pinpoint its exact location, nor its nature.
But one thing was clear—this presence was an anomaly.
An existence that threatened the very foundation of their control.
A presence so unfathomable that even the Gods, rulers of fate itself, could do nothing but watch in unease.