Tang San's furious roar echoed throughout the empty Sea God Temple. Violent surges of divine power shook the entire hall, causing it to tremble without end.
The once-holy golden radiance had become twisted and chaotic, while the divine runes carved into the stone pillars flickered under the overwhelming pressure.
His icy gaze pierced through space, locking onto Tai Tan and Niu Tian, who lay battered amidst the ruins of Haotian Fortress.
"You two worthless fools!"
Tang San's voice exploded directly within their Sea of Consciousness through his divine sense.
He raised the Sea God's Trident, and two beams of deep-blue divine power shot from its tip, crossing the barrier between realms before piercing straight into Tai Tan's and Niu Tian's chests.
The instant the divine power entered their bodies, both men convulsed violently.
It was not a healing force.
It was pure punishment directed at their souls.
The dark-gold blood beneath Tai Tan's cracked skin began to boil. He let out a heart-rending scream as he writhed across the shattered ruins, his fingers digging desperately into the black stone and leaving deep gouges behind.
Niu Tian fared no better. His already broken arms hung limply at his sides, while the divine punishment tore through his soul. His eyes turned bloodshot as muffled cries of agony escaped his throat.
"Lord Tang San... mercy..."
"We failed... Please... forgive us..."
The two sect masters, once revered as supreme experts, had completely lost their dignity as they begged for mercy under the God King's punishment.
Tang San ignored every plea.
He continued pouring divine power into them, forcing their souls to endure endless torment.
An entire hour passed.
Only after their life force had nearly faded away and even their cries had grown weak did Tang San finally withdraw his divine power with a cold snort.
"I'll deal with you two useless pieces of trash later."
He lowered the Sea God's Trident and turned toward the shadows at the side of the hall.
"Come out."
Two figures slowly emerged.
They wore dark-gold divine robes, and faint Law fluctuations surrounded them. They were the two Third-Class Gods whom Tang San had assigned to oversee Ye Xishui's and Long Xiaoyao's divine inheritances.
Without turning around, Tang San asked coldly,
"Report. How is Long Xiaoyao's and Ye Xishui's inheritance progressing?"
One of the gods bowed respectfully.
"Lord Sea God, both possess extraordinary talent. However, they are already approaching the end of their lifespans, and lingering obsessions still affect their state of mind. Their inheritances are only around seventy percent complete. Several stages of the divine trials remain unfinished."
The other continued,
"The final transformation of the soul requires considerable time and comprehension. They are unlikely to complete their ascension anytime soon."
Tang San finally turned around, determination flashing across his eyes.
"I don't have time to wait."
His voice was filled with unmistakable killing intent.
"Whatever methods you must use, accelerate the process."
"If their bodies cannot endure it, inject them with divine power."
"If the trials are too difficult, lower their difficulty."
"I want them to complete their inheritances as quickly as possible and become my forces in the lower realm."
The two gods exchanged uneasy glances.
Although this violated the God Realm's usual procedures, neither dared oppose Tang San.
"As you command, Lord. We will make the necessary arrangements immediately."
Tang San gave a slight nod before shifting his attention back to the Divine Mirror.
Within the mirror, Liu Yuan and the others had already returned to the Duke's Mansion in Bright Capital.
Watching Liu Yuan prepare the secret chamber for Wang Donger's revival, a cold, mocking smile appeared on Tang San's face.
"Heh... Liu Yuan, do you really think taking away an empty shell can change anything?"
His eyes were filled with contempt.
"Even if you've taken her body, you cannot bring her back."
"I already reclaimed Wang Donger's true divine soul to the God Realm. What remains inside that body are only a few shattered subconscious fragments."
"Reviving the dead... restoring a divine soul..."
"Only a god who controls the Laws of the world can accomplish such a feat."
"You are merely a Rank 85 Soul Master."
"You're nothing more than an ignorant fool chasing an impossible dream."
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Meanwhile, at the Duke's Mansion in Bright Capital.
The entire estate had entered its highest state of alert.
Liu Yuan had returned with Wang Donger's Ice Marrow Coffin, along with the heavily injured Huo Yuhao.
Deep within the gravity cultivation chamber, the crystal-clear Ice Marrow Coffin rested quietly in the center of the room.
Huo Yuhao stood beside it.
Although his frostbitten hands had been bandaged, his body continued to tremble uncontrollably from anxiety.
"Brother Liu Yuan..."
"Will it... really work?"
His eyes remained fixed upon Wang Donger.
Her face was pale, and her breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible.
Liu Yuan did not answer.
He silently stepped beside the coffin and slowly raised both hands.
As his Dual Soul Cores accelerated, he summoned the dark-green Revival Herb from the System Space.
The instant it appeared, the atmosphere within the room changed.
The dry air became moist.
An immense Law of Life spread outward from the herb, carrying a bitter fragrance yet overflowing with boundless vitality.
Liu Yuan gently touched one of its leaves.
Using his spirit power, he refined the herb into a pure emerald medicinal liquid.
He did not administer it immediately.
Instead, he first guided Primal Kyogre's life energy into Wang Donger's body, protecting her fragile meridians from being overwhelmed by the immense power of the Law.
Only after completing those preparations did he carefully guide the emerald liquid into her lips.
The medicine slowly flowed down her throat.
Huo Yuhao stood beside the coffin, scarcely daring to breathe.
The room fell completely silent.
Only the sound of everyone's heartbeat could be heard.
Then—
Something changed.
A healthy flush gradually returned to Wang Donger's pale cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her chest, which had remained motionless for so long, suddenly rose sharply.
"Cough..."
A weak but unmistakably real cough echoed from within the Ice Marrow Coffin.
Her fingers twitched.
Moments later, her long eyelashes trembled violently, as though she were struggling to awaken from the endless darkness and return to the world of the living.