Tang San's Scheme, Clone Descends

God Realm, Sea God Temple.

"Boom!"

The temple doors slammed shut.

Tang San stood in the center of the hall, his face dark and terrifying.

Big trouble.

Just now, the Destruction God King had openly attacked him during the committee meeting.

Although Tang San always handled things flawlessly, erasing all traces cleanly, he could have calmly dealt with the Destruction God King's accusations, even turning the tables.

The problem was Xiao Wu.

When the Destruction God King produced those seemingly plausible pieces of evidence, Xiao Wu couldn't control her facial expression. Xiao Wu knew that he had interfered with the lower realm.

It was just a change in expression, but Xiao Qi was indeed on the Douluo Continent. To keep himself above suspicion, the Destruction God King had him spend most of his time under the watchful eye of the God Realm Committee, or else guard him all day.

Tang San took a deep breath, the fury in his eyes nearly bursting forth.

"Destruction..."

He muttered the name under his breath, his knuckles cracking.

Not following the rules?

In this God Realm, am I the only Law Enforcement God who doesn't follow the rules?

I only interfered a little. For the future of the Douluo Continent, for the continuation of the God Realm, what did I do wrong?

But you, Destruction, you're the one always thinking about expanding the God Realm—that's the real Path to Death!

Why do you have to keep hounding me, the Asura God?

Tang San cursed the Destruction God King in his heart.

But he had no time to be angry now.

He had barely managed to buy this brief moment of solitude by using the excuse of "going back to the Sea God Temple to get something."

This was also his last chance in the near future to check on the Douluo Continent.

Once he walked out that door, the Destruction God King's spies would stick to him like a stubborn plaster.

Tang San walked to the depths of the temple and raised his hand.

A water curtain appeared out of thin air.

The scene shifted, and the image of the Douluo Continent gradually came into focus.

However, the moment Tang San saw the situation in the lower realm, his pupils sharply contracted.

"This... how is this possible?!"

He involuntarily stepped back half a pace, his usually calm face now filled with shock.

Chaotic.

Too chaotic.

It was an absolute mess!

In the water curtain, above the imperial palace of the Sun Moon Empire, a thick layer of blood clouds hung.

The Holy Spirit Sect, that cult that could only survive in dark corners, had now brazenly taken control of the Sun Moon Empire's Imperial Court and even directly taken over the military.

Tens of thousands of Soul Tool cannons were aimed at the direction of the original Douluo Continent, and among that steel tide were countless Evil Soul Masters with sinister auras.

"Crazy..."

Tang San gritted his teeth.

This bunch of lunatics, they actually planned to wage war against the entire Douluo Continent?

Who gave them the guts?

Who gave them the power?

His gaze moved quickly, sweeping over the Star Dou Great Forest.

It was restless there too.

Beast tides surged, countless Soul Beasts were gathering by that Small River, making Tang San's scalp tingle.

Tang San's gaze finally locked onto the seemingly ordinary river outside Shrek City.

People from Shrek Academy were rushing there.

Yan Shaozhe, Qian Duoduo, and a group of young children.

Shrek Academy also wanted to use this river to create powerful combat strength.

All because of a river.

All because of this river that came out of nowhere, it had shattered his ten-thousand-year plan, his carefully crafted chess game, into pieces!

Tang San was truly furious.

Now the three Children of Destiny were still in the Sun Moon Empire, a realm ruled by the Holy Spirit Sect—a place fraught with danger. What if, by some misstep, his chosen Child of Destiny ended up dead?

No, no, no. The Douluo Continent would never let the Child of Destiny come to harm. Tang San quickly cleared the distracting thoughts from his mind.

Though chaos reigned, he still had to lay his plans. He had to lay them out, to seize control of the situation as much as possible.

First, he would contact Da Ming and Er Ming.

Da Ming and Er Ming were in the middle of drinking tea when they suddenly received a transmission from Tang San.

"Da Ming, Er Ming."

"I have an important task for you."

"Listen carefully. Arrange for Xiao Qi and the others to head to the Sun Moon Empire immediately."

Da Ming and Er Ming both furrowed their brows, puzzled as to why Tang San had made this decision. After all, his attitude toward the Sun Moon Empire had been far from friendly before.

"Why is that?"

Da Ming asked, confused.

"Do as I say."

Tang San's voice turned a few degrees colder, offering no further explanation.

"Just get Xiao Qi and the others into the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy."

"Remember, do it discreetly. Don't expose their identities."

Hearing this, Da Ming and Er Ming had no choice but to comply. Since becoming a god, Tang San's attitude toward them had grown increasingly harsh.

The Sun Moon Empire...

"Go. Tell Xiao Qi and the others about this."

Da Ming looked at Er Ming beside him and spoke.

Cutting off the connection, Tang San slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

Even though that place was ruled by the Holy Spirit Sect, the Child of Destiny was fine. How could his three daughters come to any harm?

The biggest problem was still That River. As long as That River existed, then... he could forget about playing his game smoothly.

Moreover, the Destruction God King's surveillance was about to begin.

From now on, directly observing the lower realm like this would be nearly impossible.

Tang San's gaze gradually grew deep and dark. He had schemed for ten thousand years, finally waiting for a Child of Destiny, finally on the verge of completely seizing the Douluo Plane's Consciousness. He would not let go so easily.

There was still one way for him to intervene in the lower realm: using his own clone.

Though its strength would be considerably weaker, it was, after all, still his clone—bearing all his memories. And... he could also add some extra buffs to his clone, at least enough to easily handle any upheavals in the lower realm.

As for his clone's backing, Tang San had already chosen it: Shrek Academy. Or rather, it could only be Shrek Academy.

The Sun Moon Empire had the Holy Spirit Sect, and Evil Soul Masters were all mentally unstable. Tang San did not intend to let his clone take risks, after all, his clone still bore the heavy responsibility of saving the Douluo Continent.

As for his daughters... they would certainly be safe. In Tang San's own arrangement, his daughters would walk alongside the Child of Destiny, and any danger they faced would merely be of his own creation.

A drop of blood quickly appeared on Tang San's index finger. Under his control, the drop gradually transformed into the appearance of his twelve-year-old self. With a flash of golden light, Tang San infused a portion of his divine will into this body.

This divine will contained a single strike from a deity, meant for self-preservation.

Unfortunately... the body was too frail, capable of holding only one use.

He would absolutely not use it unless absolutely necessary. Tang San believed that with his intelligence and wisdom, he would never need to resort to this move.

Tang San sent his clone down to the lower realm, then walked out the door, just in time to see the Destruction God King approaching.

"I've already retrieved the item. I'm heading over now."

Tang San let out a light laugh. A mere Destruction God King—did he think this could stop him?

Once he had taken control of the Douluo Continent, the first one he would settle accounts with was you!