God of Destruction: Why Is My Super Divine Tool Here?
After saying this, the figure of the God of Destruction disappeared into the Nine-Colored God Temple like dust blown away by the wind.
The oppressive aura dissipated, and the air inside the God Temple became lighter again.
Ning Rongrong turned her head slightly mechanically to look at Tang San, her eyes filled with barely suppressed worry. "Third Brother, what... what should we do?"
Tang San glanced at her, his tone as calm as if nothing had happened. "What's the panic? How many times have I said ' Destruction God '? In the end, it's still the same."
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong's anxious heart settled down slightly.
Upon careful consideration, she realized that it was indeed true.
The God of Destruction has threatened to cause trouble for Tang San many times over the years, but each time it has ultimately come to nothing.
Tang San remained firmly seated in the God King's seat of the God Realm Committee, still the unshakeable Sea God.
She breathed a slight sigh of relief, then asked, "Third Brother, what about the lower realm?"
Tang San paused for a moment, as if weighing something, before saying, "The goal has been achieved. There's no need to worry about it anymore. Just let the rules of Heaven-and-Earth Valley of Love's Questions operate on their own."
With the Sacrifice of the Auspicious Beast, Tang Wutong's fragmented soul is about to return, and at the same time, Huo Yuhao's true strength is tested.
Tang San has now achieved most of his objectives.
With the God of Destruction watching him now, he can no longer keep an eye on the situation in the lower realms.
Otherwise, given the nature of the God of Destruction, there might actually be another direct confrontation.
Tang San thought the matter was over, as if everything was under his control.
But he never imagined that his judgment would be wrong this time.
Moreover, it was precisely because of this misjudgment that all his subsequent plans fell through.
Although the God of Destruction returned to his God Temple, his divine sense was not completely withdrawn; he continued to closely monitor Tang San's every move.
If the other party dares to spy on the lower realm again, he will definitely appear immediately to stop them.
Tang San did not make any further moves. He left the Nine-Colored God Temple and did not cast another glance down to the lower realm.
Normally, the God of Destruction, who upholds the rules of the Divine Realm, would not break the law like Tang San did.
Given his character and stance, those rules were principles that should be strictly followed, not mere platitudes that could be arbitrarily circumvented.
He was absolutely certain that he had sensed that Power of Destruction that originated from the same source as himself.
The fluctuation did not originate from the Nine-Colored God Temple, but rather rose from the Douluo Continent in the lower realm.
It was a pure, almost primal power, just like his being the Origin of Destruction.
How is that possible?
How could his Divine Power of Destruction possibly appear on the Douluo Continent in the lower realm?
The God of Destruction frowned more and more, increasingly convinced that something was amiss.
Reason told him that the rules of the Divine Realm were inviolable, but the source of that power was nagging at his heart, making him unable to sit still.
He couldn't help but think, "Why can Tang San do it, but I can't?"
Once this thought popped into his head, it took root in his heart like a seed, and the more he thought about it, the more unwilling and unbalanced he felt.
Finally, his gaze sharpened, and a divine thought quietly descended upon the Divine Realm.
He didn't have the God Realm Hub as a passage, but the source of that Power of Destruction was his best anchor point, enough to accurately project his divine sense onto that distant Douluo Continent.
The sorrow on Huo Yuhao's face seemed to freeze at this moment. He knelt in the void of the Spirit Sea, his eyes lifeless, as if all his strength had been drained away.
The image of Jin Li's Sacrifice still lingered in his mind, and that sense of powerlessness permeated his entire body, making even breathing feel heavy.
Just then, a surprised voice suddenly resounded throughout the entire Spirit Sea.
"The Scepter of Destruction? How is that possible?!"
The voice was deep and majestic, yet it carried an undeniable vibration, like a thunderclap exploding in the vast mental space.
Huo Yuhao snapped out of his daze and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.
Above his Spirit Sea, a figure appeared out of nowhere.
The man was completely shrouded in a dark purple robe, his hat brim pulled low, revealing only a pale chin and a pair of scarlet eyes.
He exuded a calm and profound aura, an aura that Huo Yuhao was all too familiar with.
"The Destruction God King?!"
A glimmer of light finally appeared in Huo Yuhao's lifeless eyes. He was absolutely certain that the figure before him was exactly the same as the Destruction God King he had seen on Devil Island back then.
The only difference was that the Destruction God King at that time was just a remnant soul, his body illusory and fleeting.
The figure standing above his Spirit Sea was solid and stable, with a deep and abyss-like aura, clearly at its peak.
Upon hearing Huo Yuhao's call, the Destruction God King's gaze sharpened slightly.
He turned his head slightly, his scarlet eyes falling on Huo Yuhao, scrutinizing him for a moment.
This is the young man's Spirit Sea, and the Scepter of Destruction is quietly suspended above it, radiating an aura that resonates with his origin. This is no coincidence.
Clearly, this human knows something.
He asked, "Do you know me?"
Huo Yuhao's eyes clearly told him that they had met before.
But the Destruction God King clearly remembered that he had never had any interaction with this human.
Furthermore, the belief in the God of Destruction has never even spread on the Douluo Continent, so where did this young man see himself before?
At this moment, the God of Destruction was filled with curiosity. He awaited Huo Yuhao's response, hoping to piece together the whole story from that answer.
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, his mind racing with a jumble of thoughts.
In that world ten thousand years later, the God of Destruction had already fallen.
The one standing before him now was the unharmed Destruction God King from ten thousand years ago, still the supreme God King in the God Realm Committee.
His encounter with the God of Destruction most likely means that he has now come to the attention of the Divine Realm.
If it were just an illusion, based on the previous "progress," a God of Destruction wouldn't suddenly appear to cause trouble.
But then a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: he couldn't interrupt Jin Li's Sacrifice now, but the God certainly could.
Huo Yuhao did not answer the God of Destruction's question directly, but instead raised his gaze and stared directly at the figure floating Spirit Sea.
His tone was urgent and pleading. "Please, God King, stop Jin Li's Sacrifice. I will explain everything to you in detail later."
Upon hearing this, the God of Destruction raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his crimson eyes.
He hadn't expected that this human kid would dare to make demands of him.
However, this is not impossible, since he does have many questions that need to be answered, and stopping this so-called "Sacrifice" is not a difficult task for him.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing through the boundary of the Spirit Sea and landing on Jin Li, who was making Sacrifice, and then let out a soft "Eh".
His soft exclamation carried a hint of surprise, and then his brows slowly furrowed.
If Ning Rongrong could sense that Tang Wutong's soul fragments were hidden within Jin Li's Spirit Sea, how could the God of Destruction not see it?
Moreover, Wang Dong'er was standing right next to him, and her soul was clearly incomplete, with traces of being torn apart and barely pieced back together, which were clearly exposed in his God King- level eyes.
The God of Destruction's gaze darkened, and he couldn't help but curse Tang San in his heart again.
Tang Wutong's nickname is Xiao Qi. Although she is Tang San's daughter, the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life love her very much and treat her almost like their own daughter.
Now that he has discovered that Xiao Qi's soul has been deliberately torn apart, the anger in his heart spreads rapidly like a lit fuse.
Moreover, Tang San was clearly using his divine sense to observe and influence the lower realm just now, so it's absolutely impossible that he didn't know that Tang Wutong's soul had a problem.
Tang San has clearly been spying on the Douluo Continent more than once or twice. If he discovered this long ago but never resolved it, then there is definitely something wrong.
A thought that shocked even himself suddenly popped into the God of Destruction's mind: perhaps Xiao Qi's current state of soul splitting was the work of Tang San.
His face darkened, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Unfit to be a father!"