Knights descend upon Douluo Continent; death awaits if they do not fight.

"Douluo Star will fall."

"Then, those monsters will multiply until the entire planet is infected. And then? Will they stop?"

The voice of Poseidon, the god of the sea, came from the corner, as calm as if stating a fact unrelated to himself.

No one answered.

"No," Poseidon answered himself. "They will continue to spread. Beyond Douluo Star? There are other planets, other planes, other—"

"Enough," the Asura God interrupted him. "I know the consequences. The question is—how do we stop it?"

Another silence followed.

Then, the god of kindness spoke.

"The rules say that the Knight World is hovering directly above Douluo Star. It's not fused, it's hovering. What does that mean?"

Everyone looked at her.

"This means there's some kind of connection between it and Douluo Star. Not a spatial connection, but a connection of rules. That world chose Douluo Star, just like—"

She paused, seemingly considering her words.

"Just like a hunter choosing its prey."

The evil god's expression changed: "You mean, that world is hunting us?"

"I'm saying that world wasn't random. It chose Douluo Star. It had a purpose. It had—"

Her gaze pierced through the void and landed on the looming throne of corpses. "It has an owner."

The Asura God's pupils contracted slightly.

The young man sitting on the mountain of corpses.

That monster that killed everyone.

That guy named Huang Fei.

He chose Douluo Star.

Why did he choose Douluo Star?

What is he waiting for?

"We need to find a way to get around that world."

The Asura God's voice regained its decisiveness: "If we can't pass through head-on, then we'll go from the side. There are countless passages between the God Realm and Douluo Star—Angel Temple, Seagod Island, Slaughter City, Haotian Sect—"

"It's no use."

The Goddess of Life shook her head: "I've tried. All the passages are blocked by that world. Not in a physical sense, but at the level of rules. The rules of that world cover the entire upper space of Douluo Star, and any passage from the God Realm downwards must pass through its domain."

"Then let's start from below," the evil god suddenly said.

Everyone looked at him.

"Douluo Star has more than one direction. That world is suspended above, so let's start from below—from the other side of the planet—"

"It's no use." Poseidon shook his head. "The rules of that world are spherical, covering the entire Douluo Star. No matter which direction you go down from, you have to pass through its domain."

The god of evil fell silent.

A long silence fell over the temple.

The god of rage clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white: "So, we're just going to watch? Watch those ants die? Watch that world devour a planet right before our eyes?"

The Asura God did not answer.

He remembered those seven people.

Those who were chosen.

Those who died during the live stream.

That border general, that support-type auntie, that disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, that member of a collateral branch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect—

They are dead.

He died right under his nose.

And he could do nothing.

He is God.

He is the god of slaughter.

It is one of the most powerful beings in the divine realm.

But there was nothing he could do.

Because that world is higher than him.

He's much taller than him.

"There is a way," the voice of the God of Kindness broke the silence.

Everyone looked at her.

"The rule says that anyone can be chosen. Even God is no exception."

The god of wrath's pupils contracted sharply: "Are you insane?"

"I'm not crazy."

The God of Kindness's eyes were eerily calm. "If a god is chosen, he will enter that world. If he survives in that world, gains power, and then returns."

"That's suicide."

For the first time, the voice of the evil god turned serious: "You saw the fate of those seven. Soul Saints and Soul Emperors didn't even last a day in that world. How long could a god last inside? A day? Two days? And then what? Death, and monsters descend upon the God Realm. Do you want those things to appear in the God Realm?"

The god of kindness fell silent.

She had no way to refute it.

Because what he said is true.

Even if a god enters that world, he might not survive.

If the gods die, monsters will descend upon the realm of the gods.

The consequences would be far more terrible than the fall of Douluo Star.

"So, we'll do nothing."

The voice of the god of wrath was filled with anger and resentment.

"We'll wait," the Asura God finally spoke.

Everyone looked at him.

"That world won't stand there forever. The rules say the game will continue. The first seven died, the second will be decided in three days. The third, the fourth, the fifth—someone will survive. Someone will bring back power. Someone will—"

He paused.

"There will always be someone who can tell us what that world is like."

"How long will it take?" asked the god of wrath.

"have no idea."

"What about the people down there? What about the people from Douluo Star? What will happen to them?"

The Asura God remained silent for a long time.

Then he said something that none of the gods wanted to hear.

"May you have good fortune."

The temple was deathly silent.

The god of wrath turned around and slammed his fist into the pillar.

The stone pillars shattered, and the temple trembled.

But his anger changed nothing.

The goddess of life closed her eyes, and a tear slid down her cheek.

She thought of the life forms on Douluo Star.

Those soul beasts, those humans, those innocent people being devoured by the horned demon.

She is the goddess of life, and her duty is to protect life.

But now, there's nothing she can do.

The god of kindness walked to her side and took her hand.

"Some people will survive," she said softly. "They definitely will."

The goddess of life remained silent.

She simply gazed at the continent below shrouded in dark red mist, at the spreading black spots, and at the people who were dying.

May you have good fortune.

Four words.

This is all that God can give them.

Poseidon, the god of the sea, stood at the edge of the temple, gazing at the vast ocean below.

His gaze pierced through the void and landed on Poseidon Island.

The warriors were lined up on the beach, ready to fight the horned demons that crawled out of the sea.

They didn't know how many horned demons there were.

They didn't know that the horned demons were infectious.

They didn't know—

They know nothing.

All they knew was that the monster was coming and they had to fight.

Poseidon gripped his trident tightly.

He thought of Poseidon. The woman who had guarded the island of Poseidon for many years, the high priestess who devoutly believed in him.

She is facing an enemy he cannot face.

"Poseidon," he whispered, his voice traveling through the void and landing on the island of Poseidon.

Poseidon suddenly looked up.

"grown ups?"

"Those monsters are infectious," Poseidon's voice echoed in her mind. "Don't go near their corpses. Don't get hurt by them. If—"

He paused.

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