Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
As the battle dragged on, Tang San's injuries grew increasingly severe.
In the end, Tang San simply couldn't stand against four enemies alone. Even with two divine thrones, it was not enough.
Perhaps given another few hundred or thousand years, the combined strength of his twin first-tier godhoods might have been enough to overpower Su Mo and the others.
But this was a newly ascended Tang San—still a fledgling deity who had yet to truly reach first-tier strength.
Pfft—
At last, Tang San's battered body collapsed into the ruins.
Swish—Swish—Swish—Swish—
Su Mo and his three allies surrounded the air above the ruins, cutting off any chance of escape.
Pfft—
Tang San, lying in the debris, coughed up another mouthful of blood.
Buzz—
The dual-god fusion state dissolved. Xiao Wu collapsed beside him—unharmed, but equally drained.
"Ge…"
Xiao Wu looked at Tang San's battered form, her eyes filled with sorrow and despair.
"Xiao Wu…"
Hearing her voice, Tang San turned his gaze to her—full of emotion, helplessness, and bitter regret.
He hadn't wanted to lose so miserably. But under the joint assault of Su Mo's group, he simply wasn't strong enough to push through.
Had he known, he would never have descended to the lower realm.
Now not only had he lost his position as an enforcer god—he was about to lose his life.
Worst of all, he'd dragged Xiao Wu down with him.
"Tang San, die!"
Seeing that Tang San no longer had the strength to resist, Bibi Dong struck without hesitation, her Rakshasa Scythe slicing forward.
Pfft—
Tang San didn't even have time to speak—his head was cut clean off by Bibi Dong.
"San—"
Pfft—
Before Xiao Wu could even finish her cry, Dark Qian Renxue struck her down on the spot.
Boom—
After killing Tang San and Xiao Wu, Bibi Dong and Dark Qian Renxue destroyed their corpses completely.
They had killed Tang San once before, only to see him return. This time, they would give him no such chance.
"Stop—!"
Suddenly, a voice full of divine authority rang out in the sky.
Buzz—
Buzz—
Buzz—
Three golden pillars of light descended from the heavens, accompanied by overwhelming divine pressure.
"Fools!"
Sensing Tang San's death, the voice returned again—this time filled with even greater fury.
"This is bad—they're gods from this realm. We need to leave!"
Su Mo's expression shifted as he sensed the descending divine powers.
Buzz—
Without wasting a second, Su Mo opened a temporal wormhole, leading Bibi Dong and the others through it.
Buzz—
The wormhole closed immediately after their departure.
In an instant, Su Mo's group vanished without a trace—as if they had never been there at all.
"What a pity… we were too late."
"To think it was an invasion from foreign gods… we detected it far too late."
"Or perhaps they simply acted too fast…"
"Sigh. After losing the Angel God and the Rakshasa God, now we've lost the Sea God and Asura God as well…"
"…"
The divine beings who descended too late could only sigh in regret as they sensed Su Mo had escaped.
They mourned Tang San's death—but there was nothing they could do.
With his body obliterated, resurrection was impossible.
In the end, the gods didn't even show themselves. Once they confirmed Su Mo's group was gone, they quietly returned to the Divine Realm.
After the fall of Tang San and everyone tied to him, the Hu Liena of this world led the Spirit Empire to victory over the Heaven Dou Empire, which had already lost Emperor Xue Beng, and soon unified the Douluo Continent.
She then began implementing reforms, using the knowledge she had learned from Dark Qian Renxue about how the other Douluo Continent had been unified.
She lacked Su Mo's prestige and couldn't replicate everything, but her efforts were already more than enough for this world.
To show her gratitude for the change Su Mo had brought, Hu Liena erected statues in his honor—generating substantial belief power from this alternate time-space.
This faith became a great aid in Su Mo's path to self-created godhood.
…
Back in his own world, Su Mo soon sensed the incoming flow of faith from the alternate dimension.
He was deeply moved.
With interdimensional belief, and aided by his temporal powers, Su Mo could now forge a godhood of his own.
But first, he had to relinquish the Sea God's position.
Without hesitation, Su Mo made his decision.
He passed the Sea God's mantle to Ning Rongrong.
Then, using faith from across time and space combined with his immense power, Su Mo successfully created a godhood of his own:
The God of Time and Space.
That was the title he gave his new divine seat.
Having done so, Su Mo was finally able to sense the spatial coordinates of the world he had originally come from—his past life's dimension.
However, though he could now detect it, he quickly realized that the coordinates were too far. With his current strength, returning was simply impossible.
And even if he could return—there was no divine power in that world. Should he go back, he would likely lose all his strength and fall from divinity to mortality.
Su Mo wasn't disappointed. In truth, whether he returned or not meant little to him now. If he could bring his power with him, it might be worth considering. But if it meant giving everything up—he would never take that risk.
Maybe one day, after countless years had passed, and he had grown truly weary of eternal life, he might return—out of nostalgia.
After becoming a self-created god, Su Mo continued to guide the development of the Douluo Continent.
Under his watch, the continent entered a period of rapid advancement. In mere decades, breakthroughs in soul tool technology and life-based soul skills transformed life across the realm.
In less than a century, the continent progressed more than it had in the last several millennia.
And Su Mo's belief power only continued to grow.
Eventually, ascension to the Divine Realm became inevitable.
But even after ascending, the legend of Su Mo endured throughout the Douluo Continent.
No one would forget the changes he had brought.
Su Mo's wives all followed him into the Divine Realm.
There, a new life awaited them—another beginning among the gods.
…