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The work of restoration continued.
It was no longer frantic, no longer desperate. The Douluo Divine Realm had passed that phase. What remained was labor—slow, persistent, and shared.
After the restructuring of the Divine Realm, the heavens felt different. The chaos had been pushed outward, confined to the outer ring where fractured laws and dead zones lingered. The inner regions, now gathered close to the Divine Realm Core, pulsed with renewed stability.
And so, the gods worked.
Together.
I joined the others in purifying the lingering killing intent and destructive aura left behind by the Divine War.
These were not simple remnants.
They were echoes of divine will—compressed emotions, hatred, despair, and bloodlust that had been etched directly into the laws of the realm. Left alone, they would distort authority, poison domains, and slowly give birth to new calamities.
But now, we faced them as one.
Asura moved through the outer regions like a crimson tide, his authority over slaughter cutting through violent residues with ruthless efficiency. He did not suppress them—he ended them, severing the will embedded within those energies.
Evil followed where suppression was required. His power wrapped around volatile zones, sealing them layer by layer, compressing malice until it could no longer harm the realm.
Kindness worked quietly, her presence softening the aftermath. Where violence had been removed, she healed. Where laws had cracked under hatred, she soothed them back into harmony.
And I—
I stood at the intersections.
Where destruction met restoration.
Where time had been abused.
Where space still remembered pain.
Using my mastery over space, time, and law, I unraveled the deepest scars—those left by God King-level combat, where reality itself had been rewritten and then shattered.
This was not glorious work.
It was exhausting.
But it was meaningful.
Something unexpected happened as time passed.
The gods began to celebrate.
Not with grand feasts or divine ceremonies—but with quiet acknowledgments.
When an entire dead zone was purified, someone would pause and announce it across the divine channels. Others would respond—not with praise, but with relief.
When a fractured law cluster stabilized permanently, laughter sometimes followed.
When a region that had been completely unusable for hundreds of thousands of years finally responded to divine authority again—
We stopped.
We watched.
And for a moment, we simply existed together.
These small victories mattered.
They reminded us that the Divine Realm was not just a structure of laws and power.
It was home.
And homes were rebuilt one brick at a time.
Eventually, I withdrew from the purification frontlines.
Not because the work was done—but because my role had shifted.
With space-time stabilized and destructive auras steadily being erased, the Divine Realm had reached a stage where new pillars could be introduced.
I returned to the Divine Realm Core.
The Akashic Record hovered silently beside me, its presence now as familiar as my own thoughts. It had been monitoring the lower realms continuously, tracking changes, probabilities, and emergent anomalies.
I was just about to begin a comprehensive review of lower-realm development—
When the Akashic Record spoke.
Notification:
Target identification complete.
I paused.
"…Already?" I asked quietly.
Affirmative.
Subjects 'Sheng Ming' and 'Hui Mie' have been located.
For the first time in a long while, genuine anticipation stirred within me.
Timing.
Once again, timing aligned perfectly.
The Divine Realm was still healing from destruction.
And now—
The future Gods of Life and Destruction had appeared.
Not someday.
Not eras later.
Now.
I did not hesitate.
I descended.
The lower world I arrived in was unstable.
Not because of war.
But because of imbalance.
I did not manifest physically. Instead, my divine sense unfolded across the planet, perceiving everything at once.
Forests overgrew cities in some regions, life energy so dense that evolution ran wild.
In other areas, deserts expanded unnaturally, land collapsing into dust as if the world itself were being erased piece by piece.
At the heart of these opposing extremes—
I found them.
Hui Mie stood alone in a barren wasteland.
Or rather—
The wasteland existed because of him.
He was young. Mortal. Unaware.
And yet—
A black-red aura seeped endlessly from his body, carrying absolute destructive intent. Wherever he walked, matter broke down. Stone cracked. Air destabilized. Even concepts thinned, unable to remain whole near him.
This was not malice.
It was nature.
Destruction seeking release.
Left unchecked, he would eventually annihilate everything around him—including himself.
And yet—
His soul was terrifyingly stable.
He did not revel in destruction.
He feared it.
Which made him perfect.
On the opposite side of the world, I found Sheng Ming.
She slept beneath an ancient tree that had grown into the sky itself, its roots spanning continents.
Her presence was gentle.
Warm.
Overflowing.
Life energy poured from her in endless waves, revitalizing everything nearby. Plants bloomed endlessly. Animals evolved too quickly. Ecosystems spiraled into unsustainable abundance.
Life without restraint was just as dangerous as destruction.
And yet—
Her spirit was calm.
Compassionate.
She wished only to protect.
Another perfect candidate.
The moment I observed them, I knew.
There would be no bottleneck.
No tribulation capable of stopping them.
No conceptual barrier preventing them from reaching God King.
They were born aligned with their authorities.
They were not chasing power.
They were burdened by it.
Which meant they would not abuse it.
This was exactly what the Divine Realm needed.
I could have appeared before them.
Spoken directly.
Guided them openly.
But I did not.
Because that would shape them too strongly.
Instead—
I chose dreams.
When both of them fell into deep sleep, I gently threaded my consciousness into theirs.
Not as a god.
Not as a ruler.
But as a teacher without a face.
Hui Mie stood in a void of collapsing stars.
Destruction surged around him, wild and uncontrollable.
Then—
A voice.
Calm.
Steady.
Destruction is not annihilation.
The chaos slowed.
It is separation.
He saw images—fire clearing forests so new life could grow, decay returning matter to the cycle, endings giving meaning to beginnings.
Control does not come from suppression.
It comes from direction.
I taught him to compress his aura.
To focus destruction inward instead of outward.
To let it sleep until needed.
When he awoke—
For the first time—
The land around him stopped crumbling.
Sheng Ming dreamed of endless fields of flowers.
They grew without limit.
Choking each other.
Collapsing under their own abundance.
Then—
The same calm presence spoke.
Life is not endless growth.
The vision changed.
She saw pruning.
Rest.
Death as part of life.
Protection requires restraint.
Healing requires balance.
I taught her to contain her life force.
To nourish selectively.
To let ecosystems breathe instead of drowning them in vitality.
When she awoke—
The ancient tree above her stopped growing.
And for the first time—
It was healthy.
I withdrew.
No blessings.
No marks.
No promises.
They did not know my name.
They did not need to.
They had been given what mattered.
Control.
From here on—
Their paths were their own.
They would grow.
They would struggle.
They would eventually ascend.
And when they did—
The Douluo Divine Realm would be ready for them.
Back at the Divine Realm Core, I stood silently as the Akashic Record updated its projections.
Subjects stabilized.
Ascension probability: EXTREMELY HIGH.
Estimated God King emergence: within acceptable range.
I nodded.
"That's enough," I said softly.
I had done my part.
The rest belonged to time.
Around me, the Divine Realm continued to heal. Gods worked. Domains stabilized. The scars of war faded slowly but surely.
And far below, in a fragile world still learning how to survive its own extremes, two mortals slept—unaware that they carried the future of heaven within them.
The era was changing.
Not through conquest.
Not through domination.
But through balance.
And for the first time since the heavens were shattered—
I allowed myself a quiet moment of peace.
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