Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

“Tang San, the Asura God, is a God King. No matter how the rules of the God Realm punish him, they can’t possibly fall on a King of Gods,” An Zhen said calmly. “But you are not. Even a super artifact cannot allow a first-level god to leap to the level of a God King.”

The power of a divine artifact also depends on the deity's abilities and the compatibility between the deity and the artifact. As the owner of the Ghost Carving Divine Blade, Rong Nianbing's compatibility is definitely sufficient. However, his strength is lacking.

The reason why Tang San, the Sea God, possessed the strength of a God King was because he was designated as the leader of the God Realm by both good and evil, and he cultivated through the God Realm's central hub, thus increasing his strength. However, Rong Nianbing, unlike in the original story, has not yet cultivated through the God Realm's central hub, and his divine power has not yet increased.

An Zhen looked calmly at Rong Nianbing, her dark eyes revealing absolute confidence, as if she had already conquered the Ghost Carving Divine Blade, this super artifact.

“Unless a God-King comes to your aid, it is unlikely that Lieyan Ji Dong would protect someone who has violated the rules of the God Realm. Moreover, if they do so, it would be tantamount to standing against my teacher and mistress. The actions of the two neutral God-Kings would cause the fragile balance in the Douluo God Realm to collapse.”

An Zhen took a step forward, as if pressing closer, her tone aggressive.

"And the only one you can rely on is the Asura God Tang San."

"But that also means you've completely taken sides and gotten involved in this struggle in the realm of gods."

"But this is not what you expect, and doing so would put your family in danger. A first-level god with a super artifact might have a chance of survival in the battle of gods, but what about your family? You are a smart person, so you won't do that."

As she spoke, An Zhen had already walked up to Rong Nianbing.

The black-haired boy was aggressive, his dark eyes revealing absolute confidence and a hint of hostility, his sharp edge fully exposed.

The blond youth, Rong Nianbing, did not show any negative emotions despite these threatening words; in fact, a faint smile appeared in his heterochromatic eyes.

“You’re absolutely right.” Rong Nianbing nodded gently, a hint of tenderness for her family flashing in her eyes. “For me, nothing is more important than them.”

He would never put his family in danger.

“An Zhen? Is that right?” Rong Nianbing handed over the Ghost Carving Divine Blade and laughed, “Your spoils of war.”

Anzhen reached out and took it, her mind ready to activate her ability at any moment.

"To be honest," Rong Nianbing said, his gaze lingering on the Ghost Carving Divine Knife in An Zhen's hand, a strange smile playing on his lips, "I really liked what you said during your battle with Xiao Wu earlier: 'This is a good knife for cooking.'"

Because Rong Nianbing himself also thought so.

He felt that his knives should be used for cooking, not on the battlefield, and should not be stained with the blood of others. He preferred to be seen as a skilled chef rather than a great magician.

“But reality often leaves us powerless, and the ideal paradise ultimately exists only in fantasy.” Under Rong Nianbing’s gaze, An Zhen infused the power of the world into the Ghost Carving Divine Blade. “Its power and its sharpness destined it to be used on the battlefield. A chef’s knife is not only for cooking, but also for protecting what he cares about when necessary.”

“Yes, we have no choice in the matter,” Rong Nianbing sighed.

He felt this way, as did the other gods, even the Flame Princess Dong, who possessed the strength of a God-King. The invisible tension that permeated the Douluo God Realm was palpable to every god. None of them wanted to see this situation unfold, as this conflict would ultimately cost them all dearly.

Some deities considered leaving the divine realm by inheriting their divine positions. But this was ultimately a very small minority, perhaps only one or two. After all, very few deities could accept a life without divine energy, especially since the divine realm was crucial to their future development.

It's so hard to go from extravagance to frugality.

"Where's Xiao Wu?" Rong Nianbing suddenly asked.

“She’s not your wife, why do you care?” An Zhen said.

Rong Nianbing shrugged helplessly, "If you kill her, the entire Douluo God Realm will explode along with her."

“That’s your problem.” Anzhen looked like she had a conscience that had run away from home.

“You gods, what you’re most worried about right now is that the conflict between my teacher, the God of Destruction, and the God of Asura, Tang San, will affect the entire God Realm, and even cause unavoidable destruction to the God Realm, right?” An Zhen said.

"Mm." Rong Nianbing nodded.

“Why don’t we just kill Tang San?” An Zhen suggested, thinking his idea was excellent. “Since you don’t have the ability to resolve this conflict, you can just kill the person who started it.”

"Among them, my master and mistress are two veteran God-Kings, wielding two super artifacts, and under their command are several first-level gods. Even if we gather all the remaining power of your God Realm—the three God-Kings, Flame Princess, Tang San, and the super artifact, Asura Divine Sword—it would be impossible to defeat them all at once. The continued war will inevitably lead to the outcome you least want to see."

"But it's a different story when it comes to Tang San." "The original Shrek Seven Devils are either dead or in the lower realms, and Tang San has even lost the Trident of the Sea God. I support this, and I can even return the Ghost Carving Divine Blade. That way, you'll have the combat power of four God-Kings, two super artifacts—the Staff of Destruction and the Ancient Tree of Life—plus yourself, a first-level god wielding the super artifact Ghost Carving Divine Blade. You could easily suppress Tang San in one fell swoop!"

"In that case!" An Zhen said, "wouldn't that preserve the Douluo God Realm?"

Rong Nianbing: ...

"You've got abacus beads flying right in my face," Rong Nianbing said with a hint of helplessness.

“You have to pick the softest persimmon,” Anzhen said. “That’s just how it is. This is clearly a viable path, so why not do it this way?”

"The reason lies with your teacher, the God of Destruction," Rong Nianbing said. To be honest, he had indeed considered the method An Zhen had suggested.

but……

"The desire for destruction is too obsessive and insane. Otherwise, why didn't the two great god-kings of good and evil allow the more experienced God of Destruction to become the leader of the divine realm back then?"

“So what?” An Zhen retorted. “The ultimate destruction is life; this is a universal truth!”

"Moreover, there's also Master's wife. Destruction and life combined create the power of creation."

“But the problem is they can’t work together,” Rong Nianbing said.

"Like boiling a frog in lukewarm water," An Zhen said with a hint of sarcasm. "Then you gods can continue to soak in lukewarm water. You're almost cooked yourself, yet you still can't make up your mind. Do you have to wait for the worst to happen?"

"If all else fails, let the bullets fly a little longer. Eventually, some deity will realize that the bottom of the pot is hot enough to burn a person to death."

"Don't you think what you said is a bit heartless?" Rong Nianbing said helplessly.

You are the heart of this struggle!

"What does this have to do with me? What, are you talking about victim-blaming?" An Zhen's tone was slightly cold. "I was living a peaceful life with my daughter when that bastard Tang San and Xiao Wu suddenly appeared. Not only did they bully and deceive me, they also tried to kill my lover."

"What? Am I supposed to be bullied? Am I supposed to just stand by and watch my lover be killed by Tang San?!"

"Rong Nianbing, you lent Xiao Wu the Ghost Carving Divine Blade, so you're now my enemy." An Zhen's eyes flashed with coldness. Though merely a mortal, he carried a condescending air, his icy voice warning, "Don't even think about harming my family. Anyone who dares to harbor such thoughts, I'll slaughter their entire family, making them watch helplessly as the people and things they care about die a miserable death before their eyes. Even if I'm alone, I'll ensure their soul is burned in flames designed to scorch the soul for billions of years!"

“I have no such intention.” Rong Nianbing shook her head. Targeting someone else’s family in this way is simply too despicable. “With your master and mistress around, no deity would dare to have such thoughts.”

"That would be best." Anzhen felt that if the person he cared about was gone, he was capable of anything, let alone anything that crossed the bottom line of human morality.

"Alright." An Zhen continued to pour the power of the world into the Ghost Carving Divine Blade. "There's nothing more to say between us. Goodbye, I still have to catch the God of Cookery, Oscar."

"How is Xiao Wu?" Rong Nianbing stretched out her arm to stop An Zhen and asked the same question again. "At least let me see her. The Ghost Carving Divine Blade is in your hands, so Xiao Wu should have been captured by you. Tang San will find out about this sooner or later."

"You should know how important Xiao Wu is. Let me see her condition with my own eyes so that I can tell Tang San and calm him down. You don't want the Asura God Tang San to go berserk at this time, do you?"

“Why not?” An Zhen refused, a faint smile appearing in her dark eyes. “Tang San knows that Xiao Wu is in danger, but he doesn’t know her condition. This would make the situation in the God Realm worse. However, Tang San is cautious before he knows whether Xiao Wu is alive or dead, and he will definitely not make a real move.”

"Do you think this would be like adding fuel to the fire, making the gods even more eager and inclined to take down Tang San, this easy target?"

“What a terrible personality,” Rong Nianbing complained. “If you don’t want your family to be threatened, why are you threatening the many gods in the divine realm to make a choice?”

"Don't try to morally blackmail me, I won't accept it! Blame Tang San!" An Zhen said. "Tang San was the one who struck first all along. Isn't this what Tang San brought on himself? Why did Xiao Wu descend to the mortal realm? It was to deal with me, to kill my Dong'er. Why should I compromise for this now?"

"The result is that I won this battle because of my hard work and talent. Otherwise, I would be the one being captured now."

If it weren't for his master and mistress, he would have been bullied to death by that bastard Tang San and Xiao Wu long ago.

"What, does the God of Emotions think I'm a pushover, someone you can bully at will?"

(End of this chapter)