You Don't Want to See Wutong Come to Harm in the Lower Realm Either!

Outside the God of Destruction's palace in the Divine Realm, everything stood in stark contrast to Tang San's Sea God Temple.

There was no gentle mist or soft halo of light here. In their place, purple lightning roared through the air, like thunder dragons poised to strike as they rolled and coiled through the clouds around the palace. Every flash erupted with a heart-pounding aura of destruction.

The palace itself was built from dark purple stone, its sharp edges radiating an overwhelming pressure. It was like a slumbering beast that could awaken at any moment and crush everything around it. The air was thick with destructive power; any ordinary deity who approached would likely have their soul torn apart by it in an instant.

Yet Tang San seemed entirely unaffected.

A faint blue-gold glow surrounded him as the powers of the Sea God and Asura God intertwined and flowed, forming an invisible barrier that kept the violent destructive aura at bay.

At that moment, Tang Wutong's safety consumed his thoughts. Without slowing in the slightest, he passed straight through the thunderclouds and entered the palace gates.

The palace interior carried the same icy, murderous atmosphere.

There were no elaborate decorations, only thick purple stone pillars supporting the vaulted ceiling. Ferocious runes covered the pillars, with faint currents of lightning flowing across them. The floor was made of smooth, mirror-like black crystal, reflecting the purple divine rings floating overhead—the God of Destruction's divine rings, radiating a terrifying pressure powerful enough to make the Divine Realm tremble.

On the elevated platform at the end of the hall, the God of Destruction sat upon a throne carved from obsidian. He wore a purple robe embroidered with intricate lightning patterns along its hem, which rose and fell faintly with his breathing.

His features were handsome but somewhat stern, his purple eyes as deep as an abyss. At that moment, he was looking down at a purple crystal in his hand, his fingertips gliding across its surface and stirring tiny ripples of energy.

Hearing the footsteps, the God of Destruction slowly raised his eyes. His purple gaze fell upon Tang San, and a clear flicker of confusion crossed his face.

"Sea God."

His voice was cold, carrying an innate chill as he asked, "What important matter brings you here?"

Though he and Tang San were both members of the God Realm Committee, they had never gotten along well.

Tang San presided over the Sea God Temple and rarely took the initiative to set foot in his Destruction Palace. His sudden visit today was clearly not for idle conversation.

Tang San did not beat around the bush. "I came because of Xiao Qi."

"Xiao Qi?" The God of Destruction raised a brow, his confusion deepening before realization struck him. "You mean Wutong?"

Tang Wutong's pet name, Xiao Qi, was known only to a few deities close to her in the Divine Realm. He had always doted on this niece of his, and Tang Wutong loved clinging to him and the Goddess of Life, often coming to the Destruction Palace to play and bringing much life to its cold halls.

"What happened to her?" The God of Destruction sat upright, concern entering his voice. "Wasn't she training on the Douluo Continent? Did she run into trouble?"

Tang San's expression darkened, his tone grave. "She... vanished."

"Vanished?" The God of Destruction's voice suddenly rose, a flash of shock appearing in his purple eyes. "What do you mean, vanished?"

"Just now."

Tang San took a deep breath and suppressed the anxiety in his heart. "My bloodline connection with her suddenly broke off. Even the Divine Sense I left in her Sea of Consciousness has completely lost contact. This has never happened before."

He looked at the God of Destruction, a trace of pleading in his eyes. "I don't know what happened, but one thing is certain: something must have happened to her."

The God of Destruction fell silent.

His fingers lightly tapped the armrest of his throne as light flickered in his purple eyes. He was clearly thinking rapidly as well.

A brief silence descended over the hall, broken only by the occasional rumble of purple lightning outside.

After a moment, the God of Destruction raised his eyes and looked at Tang San. "What do you intend to do?"

"I'm going to the lower realm."

Tang San answered without hesitation. "I have to find out exactly what happened."

The God of Destruction frowned at his words. "As a God King, you should know the Divine Realm's rules. Deities may not interfere with matters in the lower realms at will, much less descend there personally. Otherwise, it will disrupt the order of the planes."

This was an ironclad rule established since the founding of the Divine Realm. Even the Five Great God Kings could not violate it lightly.

"I know." Tang San nodded, but his tone was exceptionally firm. "That is precisely why I came to discuss it with you."

He knew the God of Destruction was stubborn by nature and regarded rules with the utmost importance. Under normal circumstances, his request would certainly have been rejected on the spot. But this time was different. This concerned Tang Wutong.

Tang San paused, then softened his tone, a nearly imperceptible plea in his voice. "Destruction, I know the rules are important, but Xiao Qi is my daughter. You watched her grow up too. Are you really willing to watch her disappear without explanation? She's still so young, all alone on the Douluo Continent... You don't want to see Wutong come to harm in the lower realm either, do you?"

He deliberately brought up their bond with Tang Wutong. It was the only approach he could think of at that moment.

The God of Destruction's gaze flickered.

He truly did like that girl, Tang Wutong. He liked her liveliness and the way she constantly pestered him with questions. If it had been anyone else, he would never have wavered, but this concerned Xiao Qi...

He was silent for a moment. Struggle flashed through his purple eyes before finally turning into a soft sigh.

"Fine," the God of Destruction said slowly. "But I have three conditions."

Joy rose in Tang San's heart. "Name them."

"First, I must go with you." The God of Destruction rose to his feet, his purple robe billowing behind him. "One more person means one more safeguard. It will also keep you from acting on impulse and interfering in the affairs of the lower realm."

"Second, once we find Xiao Qi and determine the cause, we return to the Divine Realm immediately. There can be no delay whatsoever."

"Third, no matter what we encounter on the Douluo Continent, you are not to use the power of a God King to interfere with the order of the lower realm. If you violate this, don't blame me for showing no mercy."

These three conditions nearly blocked every path Tang San might take to "cross the line."

But Tang San did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately nodded. "I agree."

He knew very well that, given the God of Destruction's temperament, this was already the furthest he could go. If he tried to bargain any further, he might lose even this chance.

Seeing how readily he agreed, the coldness in the God of Destruction's eyes softened slightly. "In that case, there is no time to lose. We leave now."

He raised a hand and sent a beam of purple light shooting from his fingertips. It landed in the center of the hall and instantly tore open a spatial rift. Through the other side of the rift, the scene of the Douluo Continent could vaguely be seen.

As one of the oldest God Kings in the Divine Realm, he possessed powers and abilities that other deities did not have.

The two vanished, heading straight for the Douluo Continent.