Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

Crimson blood, the tricolor holy light of day and night intertwined, surged and flowed around the giant sword like an inverted galaxy, each ray of light seemingly engraved with ancient runes from the beginning of creation. When this giant sword appeared, it devoured the brilliance of the countless stars, and everything around seemed to fall silent, leaving only this sword of judgment hanging alone, like a perfect embodiment of aesthetics and power, speaking of authority and force. As the sword trembled in the void, even spacetime itself rippled slightly. Supreme and supreme, it possessed both the immense power to tear through chaos and the ultimate aesthetics to sculpt all things.

This was a strike unleashed by the three first-generation God-Kings, pouring out all their power. The divine might of the two supreme artifacts surged within the swords, divine power and the power of laws intertwining and fusing, transforming into a strike powerful enough to cleave the entire God Realm and slay even top-tier God-Kings, including the Golden Dragon King who had nearly wreaked havoc in the God Realm earlier. Let alone ordinary deities, even the God of Destruction and Gu Yuena, both God-Kings in the distance, trembled at the sight of this attack.

Immediately afterwards, an unimaginable torrent of divine power erupted from the old Asura's body, his face contorted with a ferocious expression. The crimson sky transformed into countless blood-red chains, bound by the laws of Asura's order. The terrifying power, like countless giant pythons, swept across the universe, firmly locking down the space within a radius of tens of thousands of miles. The void cracked under the strain as the chains tightened, as if trying to imprison everything in the interwoven cage of chains.

"This time, can you still escape?"

Covered in wounds, the old Asura, his aura waning, knelt weakly in the cosmic starry sky.

This was the weakest he had ever been in his life. Unlike the depletion of divine power within him, which had exhausted both good and evil, he had also consumed much of his own essence, completely shaking his very foundation. This was why he was able to unleash such terrifying sealing power once again after unleashing the Sword of Judgment of the Three Realms. After this battle, his cultivation level would likely drop significantly, requiring a long time to recover. This state was even weaker than during the Divine Star Ceremony, but while there was a tall figure shielding him then, this time he was standing at the very front.

As a qualified leader, Old Shura was never lacking in decisiveness. Just as when the Dragon God entrusted the divine realm to him and willingly allowed himself to be cleaved into the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings by his sword, he did not hesitate to lead the gods in a massacre and suppression of the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings. From a loyal subject to a usurper, Old Shura completed the transformation of his mindset and identity in a very short time.

The same applies this time.

The moment he saw the Silver Dragon King, Old Asura knew that An Zhen had to be killed. He knew Destruction's nature; even if the latter wanted to stage a coup, he wouldn't seek the help of the dragons. There must be someone acting as a go-between. And within Destruction's faction, the only one capable of doing so, and with a possible reason to do so, was An Zhen.

As long as they kill Anzhen, the middleman, they can sever the cooperation between the God of Destruction and the Silver Dragon King. Without Anzhen, their most powerful ally, even if they fail to stop the God of Destruction's coup this time, they will still have a chance in the future.

Whether it's the Silver Dragon King returning to the realm of gods or the extreme ideas of the God of Destruction, these are things he absolutely cannot allow to happen.

He would never allow these guys to drag the entire divine realm into the abyss.

This has nothing to do with right or wrong, it's just a difference in perspective.

the other side.

"An Zhen!" The tri-colored giant sword was reflected in the purple dragon's eyes. Anxiety, panic, and fear—extreme emotions instantly overwhelmed Gu Yuena's thoughts. Without the slightest hesitation, the massive silver dragon body charged straight towards An Zhen's direction. The silver light symbolizing spatial attributes shone even brighter, causing ripples in space. She attempted to use spatial teleportation to traverse this distance. However, even the Silver Dragon King, wielding the Dragon God's Core, was ultimately no longer the invincible Supreme God-King of the past.

"Asura!" Seeing this, the God of Destruction's eyes widened in fury. Brilliant purple divine light erupted from his body. The God of Destruction abandoned Ji Dong, who was almost defeated by him, and transformed into a bolt of divine lightning at an extremely fast speed, shooting towards the place where An Zhen was fighting. "You dare!"

However, the two figures were stuck at the point where the Asura Order was sealed off.

This is not difficult to solve. Old Shura did not think that his last bit of power could forcefully stop the two powerful god-kings from breaking in. However, he did not need to stop them. He just needed to buy some time, and that time was enough to determine the winner.

However, to Old Shura's surprise, An Zhen did not try to dodge at all.

An Zhen stood in the void, not even lifting an eyelid. His posture remained aloof, his gaze indifferent, like a god with everything under control. Though merely a slender figure, he shone brighter than the galaxy behind him. An Zhen slowly lowered his raised hand, his voice calm and even, yet carrying an absolute will, reaching the ears of every deity: "World, descend."

The moment the words fell, the entire universe seemed to stand still.

First, the boundless void began to crack. What emerged from the cracks was not chaos, but a milky white light more vast than the starry sky. There were countless laws, the trajectories of the birth and death of stars, and the patterns of all things in the world. It was as if a miniature universe was evolving the entire process from birth to destruction within it.

Immediately afterward, amidst the astonished and shocked gazes of numerous deities, a colossal shadow, far exceeding the size of a star, emerged from the crack. It was an immense and majestic being, its every breath causing the surrounding starry sky to tremble. The moment it revealed part of its form, the blood-red chains that had been sealing off the space, formed by the laws of Asura Order, instantly shattered.

That pure milky white colliding with the tip of the three-colored sword blade produced no earth-shattering explosion, only an extreme clash of forces.

The dull yet resounding collision sounded like a cheer at the birth of the universe. The dazzling divine light that erupted blocked the detection of all divine senses. A terrifying aftershock spread outwards with overwhelming force. The terrifying energy fluctuations, mixed with astonishing aura of laws, easily crushed the nearby asteroid belt.

On the three-colored giant sword, the divine power and laws of the three first-generation God-Kings circulated wildly, radiating a dazzling yet dangerous light that attempted to tear apart the world's power that blocked its path. However, the world's power evolved in countless ways, with numerous law runes appearing out of thin air. There were yin and yang fish symbolizing birth and death, hourglass patterns representing spacetime, and even trajectories mimicking the movement of stars. They surged towards the giant sword like a tide, transforming into one incomparably fierce attack after another. Each collision forcibly distorted the very fabric of spacetime.

"It's...it's a stalemate!" Looking at the scene before him, the old Shura's expression suddenly froze. This situation was completely beyond his control and understanding of the original situation.

Just then, Anzhen's expression finally changed.

A domineering glint flashed in An Zhen's dark eyes, and the milky-white light around him instantly surged. The enormous shadow of the world began to solidify, transforming into a miniature universe, within which stars burned, planets rotated, and even life evolved, reflecting the shadows of the gods. "Die!"

An Zhen's voice remained calm, yet each word was like a law command. The vast and boundless power of the world poured into "One" as if in a frenzy. The milky white divine light shone even more brilliantly against the backdrop of the dark and cold universe. The myriad laws that evolved from One begets Two, Two begets Three, Three begets all things seemed to materialize, and one after another, extremely sharp auras slammed into the three-colored giant sword.

"Click——"

The first crack appeared on the greatsword's blade, and then it spread like a spiderweb. Despair flashed in the old Asura's eyes. He tried to use his remaining primal power to reinforce the greatsword, making a final, futile effort. However, when his eyes met those indifferent, dark eyes, he couldn't even move his body. The pressure emanating from An Zhen made even this god-king feel a fear that originated from his very soul.

"Boom—" Under the terrifying and frenzied suppression of the power of the world, when the first crack appeared on the Sword of Judgment of the Three Realms, the situation deteriorated beyond repair. The next second, accompanied by a roar that resounded throughout the starry sea, the three-colored giant sword shattered.

In the instant the fragments shattered, An Zhen stood in the void, the milky-white light surrounding him slowly receding. Yet the projection of the world did not dissipate; it remained suspended behind him, the milky-white light pulsating silently, like a crown symbolizing power and authority. An unstoppable new king was being crowned before them. At this moment, all the beings in this cosmic expanse fell silent. Their gazes fixed on the high figure above them, a hint of fear and humility unconsciously appearing in their eyes. "How is it?" Looking down at the three disheveled First God-Kings, An Zhen's expression was indifferent.

The old Asura remained silent.

Good and evil exchanged a glance.

"You've won," the God of Evil uttered, letting out a long sigh. He collapsed defenselessly in the cosmos, easing the fatigue of the great battle. However, he felt that if his opponent wanted to kill him now, he would have no power to resist.

"Stop it."

The God of Kindness transmitted his voice to the other gods, saying, "Stop making pointless struggles."

The gap between God-Kings and non-God-Kings is enormous, because it was they who, after the Light and Dark Dragon Kings committed suicide, slaughtered the dragon race without a God-King to lead them. Although several God-Kings were killed by the dragons in the process, the current combat power of the gods in the Douluo God Realm is far inferior to the peak of the dragon race at that time. Moreover, these individuals were not ordinary God-Kings; the Silver Dragon King and the God of Destruction were top-tier existences among God-Kings, not to mention An Zhen, whose combat power has reached the level of a Supreme God-King.

The fact that their opponent could withstand and even destroy the Three Realms Judgment Sword, which they had unleashed with all their divine power, meant that they had probably truly reached that level. Although they were shocked and somewhat unwilling to believe it, since their opponent had only recently reached the God-King level with the amplification of their super artifact, this was a fact they had witnessed firsthand.

The gods looked at each other, and those who had followed the three first-generation god-kings readily surrendered. They had no choice; their initial motivation for striving to become gods was immortality, and naturally, they didn't want to die now.

"Shura." An Zhen's divine soul suddenly rang out, causing the gods to instinctively tense up. An Zhen looked at the figure who had once been the head of all the gods in the Douluo God Realm, "Submission or death, choose."

"Heh~" The old Asura, whose body was weaker than ever before, forced himself to straighten up. His face did not show the fear, panic, or resentment that a loser should have, but rather an unwavering determination. "As long as I am alive, I will never stand by and watch you drag the God Realm into the abyss."

"..."

An Zhen was not surprised by this.

Not everyone is as lacking in the qualities of a strong person as some others.

“Logically speaking,” An Zhen said, “in order to give you the most powerful rebuttal, I should keep you alive so that you can watch the Douluo God Realm move towards a more glorious future under our leadership, instead of falling into the abyss.”

The gods were on edge.

"but……"

"Since you don't want a dignified death, then I'll give you a dignified way to die."

"Commit suicide," An Zhen said. "I will give you a chance to return in the future."

The old Asura wanted to kill him.

An Zhen's powerful divine soul and his past role as the Asura God allowed him to keenly sense the old Asura's previous emotional fluctuations towards him. Regardless of whether it was to avenge Gu Yuena or due to differing stances, An Zhen would absolutely not keep someone who could potentially threaten those around him by his side.

The God of Kindness opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

A dazzling surge of life energy appeared on the battlefield. The God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life remained silent. If it were up to them, they would have chosen to spare their former comrade's life, after all, they had known each other for so many years. But Shura wanted to kill Anzhen, and now Anzhen wanted to kill Shura.

Having a chance to return in the future is already an excellent outcome. At least it's not a complete annihilation by the laws of the universe. They know An Zhen is capable of doing just that.

Old Shura looked at Anzhen.

"I hope I haven't misjudged life and destruction."

Leaving behind his last words in this life, the old Asura unhesitatingly severed his own life. His once proud head finally bowed, but his upright body still retained its final indomitable spirit.

Clean up the battlefield and return to the realm of the gods.

And to tally the casualties this time.

Fortunately, the duration of this coup was relatively short.

Aside from the self-immolation of the old Asura and the death of the Sea God from An Zhenyi's trident, there were no other deaths, only minor injuries. In fact, due to the revolutionaries' victory, the gods knew that the path to ascension they had hoped for was about to reopen, and after the coup, the atmosphere in the divine realm was surprisingly good.

The Divine Council convened. More accurately, the victorious revolutionaries enjoyed the fruits of their victory, while the defeated conservatives paid the price. (End of Chapter)