In the Divine Realm, soft light drifted like a mother's hand, gently caressing the delicate skin of the clouds. In the distance, a grand palace stood, where a blue-haired young man sat resting in a chair.
This man was Tang San, the Sea God and Asura God who had ascended to the Divine Realm ten thousand years ago.
At that moment, he was calculating the course of fate on Douluo Continent.
Within his vast, star-sea-like Spiritual Sense, a golden thread of destiny should have risen from the Douluo Continent plane at that very moment, closely linking with the Tang Sect's destiny, which he had personally forged.
It was a flawless plan that had cost him countless hours of effort—a crucial step in guiding the future.
The timing was exact.
And yet...
The fateful convergence he had expected never came. The connecting thread had yet to appear.
Tang San's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He slowly opened his eyes, a trace of confusion flashing in their deep blue depths.
"Hmm?"
Impossible.
His plans and calculations were precise down to every moment, accounting for every possible variable.
From Huo Yuhao's birth to his encounter with the Tang Sect, and then the circumstances that would lead him into the Star Dou Great Forest, everything was under his control.
The connection should have been made by now.
Had something gone wrong somewhere?
A God King's composure was not easily shaken, but this concerned his daughter and the future balance of power in the Divine Realm. He couldn't afford to take it lightly.
Tang San's first thought wasn't that his own plan was flawed, but that some external force had interfered.
His vast Spiritual Sense instantly unfurled like soundless ripples, sweeping silently over the area around his palace. The main person he kept an eye on was naturally the God of Destruction.
That fellow was always coming up with excuses to stop him from arranging a better future for Douluo Continent. He was asking for death.
A moment later, Tang San withdrew his Spiritual Sense. The God of Destruction wasn't around. Good. Now he could find out who intended to interfere with Douluo Continent's predetermined future.
"Hmph. Perhaps something held up the Child of Destiny on his journey."
A trace of displeasure crossed Tang San's mind. His divine will pierced through layer upon layer of space, instantly locking onto Douluo Continent and the area on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.
He had extremely high standards for the "son-in-law" he had chosen.
The slightest bit of laziness or incompetence would displease him.
"Mortals are mortals, after all. They're never dependable when it matters. Utterly useless."
He cursed under his breath, already prepared to deliver a small "divine revelation" to reprimand Huo Yuhao if his own shortcomings had delayed something important. The boy was still an unformed chess piece, after all.
However, the moment his Spiritual Sense truly descended and he saw the scene below, even his God King's composure gave way to a brief, stunned silence.
The lone boy he had expected was indeed still there, and he was still absorbing a Million-year Soul Ring. Of course, Tang San hadn't arranged that. It was the Child of Destiny's fortune. A million-year first soul ring—truly enviable.
That alone would have been fine, but... there were three of them in the range of Tang San's Spiritual Sense!
Three identical boys sat cross-legged, each radiating surging waves of spiritual power!
Even more shocking, a thick, solid pillar of golden fortune shot up above each boy's head!
Every pillar was pure beyond compare, containing a vast force of the world's origin. There was no doubt about it... this was the fortune of a Son of the Plane!
Three Sons of the Plane?!
Tang San was utterly stunned.
How was this possible?!
A plane's fortune was limited. Only by gathering it in one person could it create a Son of the Plane. Douluo Continent simply wasn't capable of creating a second one, yet now there were three! And when he had sensed the continent earlier, there hadn't been three Children of Destiny there.
"Who?!"
A divine might laced with fury erupted from him, making the entire Sea God's Palace tremble.
Who was it? Who dared to so brazenly disrupt his plans and challenge the order of the Divine Realm?!
He immediately circulated his divine power, searching for anything suspicious nearby. If he could turn back time, he would have—but he couldn't, so he had to search for the culprit instead.
However, when Tang San's Spiritual Sense landed on the little river, something strange happened. Even Tang San, who held Dual God Positions, couldn't probe it. His Spiritual Sense was almost instantly dissolved the moment it entered.
His search yielded nothing!
What had happened to that little river? Had the God of Destruction tampered with it?
No. Even the God of Destruction couldn't have done something like this. Then... what was it?
Tang San abruptly withdrew his Spiritual Sense, his expression turning grave. Could the Douluo Continent plane be trying to resist him? It was asking for death!
But what should he do now?
Tang San forced himself to calm down. The most troublesome thing at the moment wasn't the mysterious mastermind behind it all, but the problem right in front of him.
His gaze returned to the three boys.
The one on the left had golden hair and golden eyes, and an overbearing, sharp aura.
The one in the middle had black hair and purple eyes, and an insidious, cold aura.
The one on the right had blue hair and blue eyes, and a pure, resilient aura. His spiritual power was the weakest, but he was the original Huo Yuhao Tang San had chosen.
But now there were three of them, and all three Huo Yuhaos carried the fortune of Douluo Continent. If Tang San wanted to gain complete control over the continent, then... he would have to win over all three Children of Destiny.
Tang San was at a loss as never before.
His plan had been to let Huo Yuhao grow up, fall in love with his daughter Tang Wutong in the future, and then subject Huo Yuhao to a series of trials to deepen his feelings for her. Through that love, he would bind Huo Yuhao—the future God of Emotion—to the Tang family completely.
His friend Rong Nianbing no longer wanted to be the God of Emotion, so nurturing his friend with the divine position of a First-level God couldn't exactly be called favoritism.
So... how was he supposed to manipulate Huo Yuhao from here on out? Now there were three Huo Yuhaos, each with a share of the fortune, and he couldn't afford to let a single one slip away. But he had only one daughter. He had already split her into three, but that was only her soul—she still had just one body.
This was a huge problem.
"Third Brother, you don't look well. Has something happened?"
A beautiful woman with scorpion braids came over beside him, looking at Tang San with concern as she asked.
"Something has gone wrong on Douluo Continent. It's very tricky. I'm worried that our homeland, Douluo Continent, might face some unforeseen danger."
Tang San's gaze fell gently on Xiao Wu.
"Was it the God of Destruction?"
"No, it might not have been him..."
"Third Brother, I believe in you. I've always trusted you, and I know you'll be able to handle this too, because you're my Third Brother."
"Mm..."
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