God Realm Committee, top floor.
Originally, this had been the residence of the former God Kings of Kindness and Evil.
But ever since Tang San had ascended to the Upper Realm, he had made this his own dwelling.
He had been deeply anxious lately, because all sorts of evidence indicated that his control over Douluo Continent was growing weaker and weaker.
One day in heaven, one year on earth—it sounded quite nice.
But in truth, it was hardly a good thing, especially when a God wanted to do something to the lower realm.
Tang San knew that a Child of Destiny named Huo Yuhao was stirring up trouble on Douluo Continent, hammering away here and there.
Yet most of the time, all Tang San could do was make broad strategic arrangements.
Over the past year, Huo Yuhao had run all over the place, busily working like a little bee. But in Tang San's eyes, the boy was simply vile.
From Tang San's perspective, Huo Yuhao would do something during the day, stir up something else at noon, and before evening had even properly arrived, he would already have caused another incident.
If a God deliberately bestowed an inheritance, they could adapt to the lower realm's time flow of more than three hundred times. How could divine thoughts be so inconvenient?
But the issue was that while Huo Yuhao had been causing all this turmoil, Tang San had still been recovering from his injuries—and had not yet fully recovered.
At most, he could only order his subordinates around to handle matters.
Who would have thought that Sea God Douluo would be such useless trash? He had only just received his orders and claimed that, while the two armies faced off, he could exploit the opening to capture Huo Yuhao and force