You Wouldn't Want to See Wutong Get Into Trouble in the Lower Realm, Would You!

In the God Realm, outside the Destruction God's palace, it was vastly different from Tang San's Sea God Temple.

There was no gentle moisture or soft radiance here. Instead, howling purple lightning, like coiled thunder dragons, roiled and moved within the clouds surrounding the palace. Every flash erupted with a heart-stopping aura of destruction.

The palace itself was built from a deep purple rock, with sharp angles and a fierce, oppressive presence, like a slumbering behemoth ready to awaken and crush everything around it. The air was thick with the power of destruction; ordinary deities would likely have their souls torn apart instantly if they approached.

But Tang San seemed oblivious to it all.

A faint blue-gold halo enveloped him, with Sea God Power and Asura Power intertwining and flowing, forming an invisible barrier that isolated the violent aura of destruction.

At this moment, his mind was filled only with Tang Wutong's safety. Without the slightest pause, he strode through the lightning-filled clouds and stepped through the palace gates.

The interior of the palace also exuded a chilling, murderous atmosphere.

There were no elaborate decorations, only thick, purple stone pillars supporting the dome. The pillars were covered in ferocious runes, with faint electrical currents flowing through them. The floor was smooth, mirror-like black crystal, reflecting the purple Soul Rings floating above—the Destruction God's divine rings, emanating a terrifying pressure that could shake the God Realm.

At the far end of the grand hall, atop a raised platform, the Destruction God sat on a throne carved from obsidian. He wore a long purple robe, its hem embroidered with intricate lightning patterns that rippled slightly with his breathing.

His face was handsome yet carried a stern hardness. His purple eyes were as deep as an abyss, and at this moment, he gazed down at a purple crystal in his hand. His fingertips traced the surface of the crystal, stirring tiny ripples of energy.

Hearing footsteps, the Destruction God slowly raised his eyes. His purple gaze fell upon Tang San, a flicker of obvious confusion in his eyes.

"Sea God."

He spoke, his voice cold and carrying an innate sharpness, asking, "What important matter brings you here this time?"

Although he and Tang San were both members of the God Realm Committee, their relationship had always been poor.

Tang San resided in the Sea God Temple and rarely ventured into his Destruction Palace. His sudden visit today was clearly not for idle chatter.

Tang San cut straight to the chase: "I've come about Xiao Qi."

"Xiao Qi?" The Destruction God's brow twitched, his confusion deepening. He quickly realized and asked, "You mean Wutong?"

Tang Wutong's nickname, "Xiao Qi," was known only to a few close deities in the God Realm. He had always doted on his niece. Tang Wutong also loved to pester him and the Goddess of Life, often visiting the Destruction Palace to play, bringing much-needed life to the cold palace.

"What happened to her?" The Destruction God sat up straighter, a hint of concern in his tone. "Wasn't she undergoing trials on the Douluo Continent? Did she run into trouble?"

Tang San's expression darkened, his voice grave. "She... disappeared."

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

"Just now,"

Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing his anxiety. "My bloodline connection with her was suddenly severed. Even the divine sense I left in her sea of consciousness has completely lost contact. This has never happened before."

He looked at the Destruction God, a hint of pleading in his eyes. "I'm not sure what happened, but I'm certain something has befallen her."

The Destruction God fell silent.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of his throne, his purple eyes flickering, clearly deep in thought.

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

A moment later, the Destruction God looked up at Tang San. "What do you intend to do?"

"I'm going down to the lower realm."

Tang San replied without hesitation. "I must go and find out exactly what happened."

Hearing this, the Destruction God frowned. "As a God King, you should be aware of the God Realm's rules. Deities are not allowed to interfere in lower realm affairs at will, nor can they descend personally, as it will cause instability in the plane's order."

This was a fundamental law established since the founding of the God Realm, one that even the Five God Kings could not easily violate.

"I know," Tang San nodded, his tone unusually firm. "That's precisely why I've come to discuss it with you."

He knew the Destruction God's stubborn nature and his deep respect for rules. If it were any other time, his request would have been rejected on the spot. But this was different; it concerned Tang Wutong.

Tang San paused, softening his tone, with a hint of barely perceptible pleading. "Destruction, I know the rules are important, but Xiao Qi is my daughter. You watched her grow up too. Are you willing to just let her disappear without a trace? She's still so young, alone on the Douluo Continent... You wouldn't want to see Wutong get into trouble in the lower realm, would you!"

He deliberately brought up their affection for Tang Wutong, the only method he could think of at this moment.

The Destruction God's gaze flickered.

He did indeed like that girl, Tang Wutong. He liked her liveliness, the way she pestered him with questions. If it were anyone else, he would never waver, but this concerned Xiao Qi...

He remained silent for a moment, a struggle flashing in his purple eyes, finally ending in a sigh.

"Very well," the Destruction God said slowly. "But there are three conditions."

Tang San's heart leaped. "Speak."

"First, I must go with you." The Destruction God stood up, his purple robe billowing behind him. "One more person means one more safeguard, and it can also prevent you from acting impulsively and interfering in the lower realm's affairs."

"Second, once Xiao Qi's whereabouts are found and the reason is clarified, we must return to the God Realm immediately, without any delay."

"Third, no matter what you encounter on the Douluo Continent, you are forbidden from using God King power to interfere with the lower realm's order. Violate this, and don't blame me for being impolite."

These three conditions almost completely blocked all possible avenues for Tang San to "cross the line."

But Tang San nodded without hesitation. "I agree."

He knew very well that given the Destruction God's personality, reaching this point was the absolute limit. If he tried to haggle further, he might lose even this chance.

Seeing his prompt agreement, the coldness in the Destruction God's eyes softened slightly. "In that case, there's no time to waste. Let's depart now."

He waved his hand, and a beam of purple light shot from his fingertips, landing in the center of the hall. It instantly tore open a spatial rift. Through the rift, the scenery of the Douluo Continent could be vaguely seen.

As one of the oldest God Kings in the God Realm, his power and abilities were beyond those of other deities.

The two disappeared, heading directly towards the Douluo Continent.