The Gathering of the Soul Beast Clans was tense with divine silence after the storm of visions. Leaders from all corners of the soul beast race sat within the glimmering stone hall, cloaked by ancient tree canopies and soul light. The air shimmered faintly—Zhongli's divine presence still echoing, after sharing with them something no one expected: memories from their possible futures.
And what a future it was.
They had seen the death of their kind.
The Truth Revealed
The room was heavy. The once proud and mighty Di Tian stood still, arms trembling, fingers curled into a fist so tight it drew black blood. His golden eyes, usually cold and calculating, now brimmed with restrained fury. The image of Three-Eyed Golden Lion dying under Tang San's manipulation played again and again in his mind. Her noble sacrifice wasn't hers—it was orchestrated. Twisted. Engineered to ensure Huo Yuhao's success, while soul beasts paid the ultimate price.
"They used her... like a tool," Di Tian whispered, more to himself than anyone else.
And it wasn't just her.
Across the room, Gu Yuena sat frozen. Her usually regal bearing was replaced by an aura of seething, silent rage. Her fingers dug into her throne's armrest, crushing the divine jade beneath. Her silver eyes flashed as the memories played: how she had been manipulated like a puppet, later bound to Tang Wulin, Tang San's son, against her will. The more she saw, the more her fury burned.
"Extinction." The word echoed in her mind.
The once-mighty Soul Beast Clan, broken. Reduced. Manipulated. Even after all her careful planning, all her resistance… in the end, the humans won. They colonized worlds, enforced a "peace pact" that made soul beasts cattle, harvested like crops for Spirit Rings.
And the gods did nothing. Because it was part of the plan.
The Bitter Fates of the Ice Sisters
On the side, Bing'er and Xue Nu, the Ice Sisters, huddled together in quiet devastation. They had followed the path, obeyed the vision of "peace" set by Tang San. And in return?
They became spirit rings. Not even first-class gods. They were trapped beneath the chains of a false godhood—third-class, suppressed, silent servants in the divine realm.
They thought they would ascend. Instead, they had merely been tamed.
The Last Refuge Crushed
Liu Shen, Medusa, and Xiao Bai had seen their own fates play out. They had avoided the direct influence of humanity, fleeing into the demi-plane created by Liu Shen. They thought they had outsmarted the humans.
But no—Tang San came for them too.
He always does.
He was the will of Asura. Of Poseidon. Of the Way of the Universe itself.
Zhongli's Voice
Then, amid the searing silence, Zhongli's voice broke through, low and calm like flowing amber stone."I know all of you probably want to rush to Clear Sky Clan and kill everyone there—to make sure Tang San is never born."
His golden eyes swept across the room, catching every look of rage, despair, and fury.
"But that would solve nothing. The universe... will simply shift. Asura and Poseidon will place his soul elsewhere. The timeline will bend to preserve their champion."
The soul beasts stirred, their anger clashing against reason.
Zhongli stood, eyes glowing with a deeper power."Killing Asura, Poseidon, or Tang San is easy. But ask yourselves: Does a swift death bring justice? Wouldn't it be better... to watch their grand plan collapse? Piece by piece. To see the world reject them?"
"Let them see the soul beasts rise again—not with vengeance, but with vision. Let them drown in the ruins of their arrogance."
At that moment, something shifted.
The fire of anger did not vanish—but it became focused. Also, a lot of them understood the fact not all the gods were bad, but the problematic ones where Asura Poseidon and future gods like Tang San.
They were looking forward to seeing Asura and Poseidon played around by Zhongli.