God Realm Committee, Sea God Temple.
In every direction, Tang San had secretly set up defensive hidden weapons.
Recently, as that premonition drew nearer, his mood had become somewhat restless as well.
Yet the other gods seemed not to share the same feeling.
He could only rely on himself to take measures and prepare.
But after all, his foundation in the Divine Realm was still too shallow.
It was difficult to order those long-established gods around unless they were genuinely willing to obey.
As for Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others, having them was no better than not having them.
So, when it came to resisting that unknown crisis, he could only rely on the accumulations of his many years as Tang, the God King.
Though the crisis was as overwhelming as a mountain, there was at least still a sliver of hope.
But he still hoped it would arrive later.
At the very least, it should wait until his second trump card, his tool...
Oh, no, his son, was born.
By then, Xiao Wu would be able to help him too.
However, after getting up early and staying up late to arrange all kinds of measures in advance,
Tang San finally felt somewhat reassured and calmed himself.
He could not keep worrying about imaginary disasters forever. He also had much official business to handle.
Sitting quietly behind his desk, he flipped through an account book in his hand.
It contained a summary of the power of faith the Divine Realm had received from various places recently.
It even included detailed records of certain humans and soul beasts requiring special attention.
But after reading for only a short while,
Tang San immediately furrowed his brow.
For some reason, over these past days,
the quantity and quality of the power