Above the endless firmament of Douluo Universe, where time bowed and dimensions curled into themselves, the God Realm drifted like a jewel set atop the crown of reality.
Among the many divine domains scattered across this celestial plane, none stood as silent and solemn as the Shura Temple.
A monolith carved from black crystal and crimson stone, the temple towered above the void like a blade poised to strike. Its gates bore ancient runes of judgment, etched with the blood of fallen gods. Rivers of red light flowed through its veins, illuminating the statues of warriors long since turned to dust. The air shimmered with killing intent so sharp it could cut thought itself.
Here, within this throne of stillness and slaughter, resided one of the most feared deities across Douluo and its sister realms—
The Shura God.
God of Slaughter and the Arbiter of Judgement.
He sat on his crimson throne, cloaked in crimson red shadows of blood that even light feared. His sword—Judgement rested at his side. His eyes, like dying stars, gazed over the threads of fate that twisted across mortal realms.
Most passed unnoticed.
But not today.
Today, something... tugged.
Like a tremor or shift in destiny.
"…Strange," the Shura God murmured, voice echoing like a blade dragged across eternity.
He stood, the temple trembling with his movement. With a gesture, he summoned the Weave of Fate, a divine tapestry that recorded the causal flows of the lower realms. Millions of lines crisscrossed it—each one a mortal life, a divine prophecy, or the destiny of a world.
But one line had flickered.
A golden thread, tangled with void-black silk, pulsed within the Douluo Continent. He tried to trace it to its origin…
And found—nothing.
A blank.
As if the world itself had blinked.
"Impossible," he whispered.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
The tapestry did not resist him—it simply refused to exist.
And that was far more dangerous.
The Shura God slowly lowered his hand, the Weave of Fate dispersing into motes of red light. His gaze lingered on the space where Douluo Continent's destiny should have been—a web of futures, victories, and tragedies. But now, it was as if the world itself had vanished from the eyes of divinity.
The fate of Douluo was blurred.
This wasn't a mere anomaly.
It was interference.
And it wasn't his doing.
He had crafted his own plan, meticulous and long-reaching, he resolved to bring in an inheritor from beyond. A soul from another world—one who could be forged in fire, tested by struggle, and sharpened into something worthy of his mantle.
But now, something else had entered the board.
Something he did not summon.
And that… disturbed him.
Still, he smiled faintly, calculating about any changes.
"So, the plan changes… but not the outcome."
He turned his thoughts toward a piece already in motion.
Bibi Dong.
The girl who once trembled in the shadows of Spirit Hall. The chosen of the Rakshasa God, marked by suffering and strengthened by pain.
She was Rakshasa Goddess's first choice. Even his former inheritor had been corrupted by Rakshasa Goddess . But the Shura God had seen the child's latent power and help she can bring in his plan , so he had whispered in Rakshasa's divine ear, painting Bibi Dong that can become a good pawn in the future. Then, he struck fear into the heart of the goddess, forcing her to act.
Should he be angry at Raksasha God for the degradation of his own previous inheritor into a puppet controlled by blood bat, Into the king of slaughter city?
It was a calculated sacrifice.
And now Bibi Dong had grown—fueled by hatred, honed by betrayal, by her master. The perfect tool, a perfect weapon and a perfect pawn.
She would tear down Spirit Hall from within and ruin its legacy.
That, too, was part of the plan.
He chuckled once—dry and soundless.
Even the Rakshasa Goddess, prideful as she was, had not retaliated after Bibi Dong's eventual fall in the future timeline.
Because there was always co operation between Shura God and Raksasha Godess behind the scenes. That had always been their silent accord.
Afterall Angel God and Raksahasa God could not see each other in the eye, afterall they are opposite in nature. So, Rakshasa was more than happy for the success of the plan in destruction of spirit hall.
The reason Spirit Hall had to fall, had to do lot with, Faith.
Even God-Kings needed it. Even they required worship, belief, the soul-deep acknowledgment of mortals to keep their divine thrones aloft. Spirit Hall had hoarded the faith of the entire continent under its Angelic legacy—too much power in one place, too much danger to the balance of divine dominion.
And so, years ago, in a hidden realm beyond time's veil…
They had killed the Angel God in an ambush, with another first level god Sea God, Posiedon
He had no personal enmity with the Angel God. But Poseidon—the hypocrite sea god—had pushed for the kill. Smiling, serene, speaking of balance while lashing out for power. The Shura God had agreed for more faith.
The Angel God fell and her faith fragmented.
The Killing City was built, a pond for Shura God in Douluo continent to reap faith.
The throne Poseidon thrived, because in original story Tang San, his inheritor, would later elevate it to God-King level, powered by the burgeoning tides of worship in an era where evil soul masters ran rampant, birthing faith through chaos in Douluo Dalu 2 and 3.
Shura scoffed when he recalled about Posiedon. He remembered that once Posiedon said he was a friend of Angel God, but he still killed her
Shura felt that now, with fate blurring, he knew he would need Poseidon again.
More importantly, he had already extracted the luck of this generation's true Child of Destiny—Qian Renxue. Her light, her divine spark, her fortune… all siphoned. All prepared for his future inheritor.
It mattered not if Spirit Hall rose or crumbled.
But this shift—this anomaly from another world—posed a threat. Not enough to derail his vision, but enough to demand vigilance.
He would prepare contingencies, so he would speak with Poseidon.
Their shared interests align on capturing the faith of Douluo continent, which is still not in their hands because of Existence of Spirit Hall.
The existence of Spirit Hall will be taken care of by his future inheritor.
However, the unknown that had hidden the fate of Douluo from his eyes, needs attention.
He needs to interfere in Douluo Continent, but according the rules of God Realm he cannot do it. It seems, the needs to hold a meeting of the 5 Great God Kings is also necessary.