The gems that had been embedded in the throne had vanished into thin air; before it thoroughly disappeared, the throne had sent them away using a superior transmission spell. Jingbai clearly saw it happen but didn't bother to stop it.

He was the king of swords; there naturally was no need for him to bother with a drowning dog desperately trying to escape.

But the divine realm had invaded Earth this time and made this mess, so a show of strength was necessary.

Killing just 16-Winged G.o.d wasn't satisfying at all.

At this thought, Jingbai cut an opening in the sky with his sword fingers; this was an entrance which led directly to the divine realm.

Without too much thought and hands behind his back, he stepped into the s.p.a.ce that led to the divine realm.

...

Meanwhile, w.a.n.g Ling, who had been watching the battle down below, was drawn into a snow-white spirit world. This was the throne's request after it was annihilated, and after thinking for a bit, w.a.n.g Ling agreed to it.

As the saying went, a man spoke true on the brink of death…

w.a.n.g Ling saw what the throne looked like after death: it was a man whose features weren't clear. He had a pair of wings, and he seemed to be suspended slightly in the air like a phantom.

When men died, they became spirits; when G.o.ds died, they became nothing.

This was the phantom of the throne after death.

"I lost." The throne opened his mouth. It seemed that there was some remorse in his tone, but it was clearly too late for regrets.

w.a.n.g Ling gazed at the throne, his expression as calm as an ancient well.

"You harbor many doubts in your heart; you can find the answers to these doubts in the divine realm." The throne's voice rang out lightly.

w.a.n.g Ling didn't reply.

Nevertheless, the throne had guessed right; w.a.n.g Ling was indeed perplexed.

Especially after learning that there was a divine realm, he was even more bewildered.

He was wondering if the divine realm had any way to help him control his power.

He was wondering what the way of life in the divine realm was like.

The thing he wondered about the most… was whether the divine realm had crispy noodle snacks to eat…

The phantom of the throne looked at w.a.n.g Ling. "There is nothing in your past and future; do you know why? I believe this is what you're wondering about the most…"

w.a.n.g Ling: "…"

"I'm going to disappear. The death of a G.o.d is something of a relief."

Speaking up to this point, the phantom's lower half had already begun to fade. He turned to face w.a.n.g Ling. "Have you ever wondered why you're still single…"

w.a.n.g Ling's face was unruffled.

"When you put a seal on your strength, you also sealed off your emotions…"

"…"

"You're destined to become one of us, but the time is not yet right…"

By then, most of the phantom had already disappeared.

Before he completely vanished, he left w.a.n.g Ling with one last sentence: "Perhaps once you've gotten old, you'll go dancing in the square with many other G.o.ds in the divine realm…"

"…"

...

The divine realm was a place Jingbai had almost forgotten.

It was a bright world lush with vegetation and countless spiritual bodies traveling back and forth – these very spirits were deities.

The moment Jingbai stepped into the divine realm, these spiritual bodies gathered from far and wide to ultimately take the shape of a divine figure, and an ethereal voice rang out in the sky. "Winged G.o.ds of the divine realm remind you: routes are countless, safety is the priority. With unregulated intrusions, your loved ones may end up in for visiting.

Jingbai stopped. "It seems you have reflected on yourselves?"

Hundred-Winged G.o.d flapped his wings, and innumerable divine feathers drifted down like petals, making for a comfortable and peaceful air.

In the next second, these perfect, pure white feathers formed runes in the sky and then turned into a holy scroll which fell into Jingbai's hand.

"What's this?" Jingbai didn't open it.

"Thousand-Winged G.o.d's reflective essay," Hundred-Winged G.o.d replied. He shrunk down in size as a sign of respect so that he was on eye level with Jingbai; like a little brother, he didn't dare act rashly.

"Only one essay? Not enough, not enough!" Jingbai snorted.

"Then, Your Majesty means…"

"Following Earth's calendar, before my master's summer vacation is over, Thousand-Winged G.o.d has to write one reflection a day. Also, is your Thousand-Winged G.o.d not going to atone in some other way besides writing reflective essays?"

"Your Excellency Jingbai, we will do so. It's in the essay…" Hundred-Winged G.o.d wiped his sweat. "We have decided to restore the planets Divine Dao Star devoured. In addition, we will punish the phantom of 16-Winged G.o.d who acted for his own benefit as well as Star Lord of Divine Dao Star…"

"You were the ones who created the Divine Dragons, so punish them as you see fit. But is there nothing else apart from this?" Jingbai asked.

"Of… of course there is…" Hundred-Winged G.o.d said. "We will resurrect all the innocent creatures who died during this battle… and send someone to establish diplomatic relations between Divine Dao Star and the Domain of the G.o.ds…" said Hundred-Winged G.o.d weakly.

"Think again." Jingbai frowned.

"Then, besides the Domain of the G.o.ds, we will also establish diplomatic relations with Earth…" Hundred-Winged G.o.d panicked a little.

"Wrong! Think again!" Jingbai was a little anxious and put his finger to Hundred-Winged G.o.d's neck. "If you still can't think of it, I'll stab you to death with my finger, and have your Thousand-Winged G.o.d do the thinking in your place!"

"Crispy noodle snacks! We'll give you a planet of crispy noodle snacks!!"

"Not bad, you can be taught…"

Jingbai nodded and drew back his finger.Adapted from a line in "The Wandering Earth."