Third Brother, What Exactly Is Going On?!

Tang San had to admit that he had indeed underestimated the God of Destruction this time.

A moment of panic flashed through his mind, but fortunately he managed to regain his composure in time.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, calming the surging emotions within him.

He then spoke with a perfectly measured tone of apology, saying, "I violated the rules of the Divine Realm; this was indeed my fault."

He first sincerely admitted his mistake, then changed the subject, his tone carrying a sense of helplessness as if he had been forced into a corner.

"But as I just said, sending the two God Official Niu Tian and Tai Tan, down to the mortal realm was a last resort."

He suddenly turned his gaze to the Goddess of Life, then slowly surveyed the surrounding gods, his tone becoming more somber. "As some of you may know, my daughter, Xiao Qi, has run away to the mortal realm."

"I sent two God Official down only to protect her."

"They have always stayed within the Clear Sky Sect, never venturing out, and have not interfered in any affairs on the continent."

Upon hearing this, the God of Destruction narrowed his eyes slightly.

He truly hadn't expected Tang San to come up with such an excuse, and he couldn't help but secretly admire the old fox's remarkable resourcefulness.

This time, however, before he could even refute her, the Goddess of Life preemptively asked, "In that case, why don't you take Xiao Qi back to the Divine Realm?"

Upon hearing this, many Deity nodded in agreement.

Rather than sending God Official to infiltrate the mortal realm, bringing their daughter back to the Divine Realm is the more sensible course of action.

Faced with the question from the Goddess of Life, Tang San gave a wry smile, "The affairs of the Divine Realm are complicated, and one day in the Divine Realm is equivalent to a year in the mortal realm. When things get busy, there's no time to go down to the mortal realm and bring Xiao Qi back."

His tone was perfectly controlled, as if he were devoting himself to the Divine Realm to the point that he couldn't even care about his own daughter.

He then added, "Besides, even if we bring her back, with her mischievous nature, she'll probably still sneak off to the mortal realm."

"I was thinking it best to let her have some fun in the mortal realm. Whenever she wants to return to the Divine Realm, she can come back anytime."

These words sound reasonable and reasonable, and every word reveals a loving father's compassion and tolerance.

If someone unaware of the inside story heard this, they might genuinely believe that Tang San was a dutiful God King who was so busy working for the Divine Realm that he had no time to care for his family.

However, once the God of Destruction knew what Tang San had done, he could no longer suppress his anger.

He let out a cold snort, his voice echoing like thunder throughout the hall, and then roared, "Tang San! How shameless of you!"

Although the God of Destruction usually appears sinister and not like a righteous person, he is a genuine gentleman at heart.

He acts with integrity and disdains playing those underhanded tricks.

So even though he was extremely angry at that moment, he didn't say anything too harsh, only using the three words "shameless".

But for these three words to be spoken publicly by a God King already carried immense weight.

The breaths of all the gods present caught in their throats. In the Divine Realm, people usually address each other by their divine titles. For the God of Destruction to call the Sea God by his real name meant that he was truly enraged.

No matter how much the God of Destruction and the Sea God had argued or clashed before, they had never publicly broken off relations to this extent as they had today.

At this moment, all the God clearly felt that the atmosphere in the hall had become even more solemn.

The God of Destruction suddenly stood up, placed his palms on the round table in front of him, leaned forward slightly, and looked down at Tang San.

His scarlet eyes blazed with undisguised rage, and his deep voice carried a weight that could silence the clamor of the room. "Do you really think I don't know what's going on with Xiao Qi right now?"

Upon hearing this, Tang San's heart tightened, and he secretly cried out that something was wrong.

He tried to speak, but found his voice stuck in his throat, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

That composure and calmness were gradually peeling away from his face, revealing the face beneath that was finally beginning to waver.

The God of Destruction gave him no chance to explain. With a flick of his sleeve, a beam of light unfolded in the sky above the hall like a scroll being unfurled.

In the interplay of light and shadow, there was a girl who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old.

She had long, light blue hair, a delicate and pretty face, with a hint of childishness that hadn't completely faded, yet she already showed signs of growing up.

This face bears a resemblance to Tang San, and the contours of her eyebrows and eyes vaguely resemble Xiao Wu's, making it easy to recognize her at a glance.

At a glance, many of the Deity present recognized her; this was definitely Tang San's daughter Tang Wutong, as she grew up.

At this moment, the girl in the light and shadow had tears welling up in her large, pinkish-blue eyes, and her voice carried a hint of suppressed sorrow.

"I only realized today that I lost my past memories because my soul was missing."

"I don't even know who my parents are; I have absolutely no recollection of them."

"You say all of this was done for me by my father, so where is he...?"

The voice, tinged with sobs, echoed through the hall like a dull knife, cutting into the eardrums of the gods.

The girl's tearful voice moved the gods, but the words she uttered only deepened their confusion.

The God of Destruction looked at Tang San's face, which could no longer maintain its composure, and said coldly, "Is this what you call 'being able to return to the Divine Realm at any time'?"

"Tang Wutong doesn't even know who her parents are right now!"

The texture of the light and shadow, the vibration of the sound, and the transmission of emotions are all incredibly real and cannot be faked.

The gods present could naturally discern that the video presented by the God of Destruction was not fabricated; it depicted a real scene that had occurred in the lower realms.

The entire hall fell silent for a moment, then a voice filled with astonishment and anxiety broke the silence. "Third Brother! What happened? How could Xiao Qi have forgotten us all?!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was a woman in the front row who had already stood up.

She wore a pink dress, her long black hair styled into a scorpion braid that reached her ankles, and her face still had the radiance of a young girl, but at this moment her pretty face was filled with disbelief and shock.

The person who spoke was Tang San's wife, Xiao Wu. She was not qualified to attend today's meeting, but the God of Destruction had specially invited her so that she could see Tang San's true colors with her own eyes at this moment.

Looking at Xiao Wu Tang San felt utterly terrible; things seemed to have completely spiraled out of his control.

He began to explain, "Xiao Wu, don't worry, Xiao Qi is alright..."

The God of Destruction interrupted him rudely, "You say it's nothing? You tore Tang Wutong's soul apart with your own hands. She has no idea whose daughter she is, and if her soul cannot be repaired within two years, do you dare say her life won't be in danger?!"

These questions struck Tang San like a heavy hammer, but he was unable to give a negative answer.

The gazes of all the gods fell upon Tang San, filled with shock, confusion, and a growing scrutiny.

Tearing apart his own daughter's soul—could this really be something the Sea God Tang San would do?!

But if he didn't do that, why is he silent now?

This is no longer just a violation of the rules of the Divine Realm; it has even touched upon something deeper and more unacceptable.

That's the bottom line of morality; it's something that neither a normal person nor a god could do!

Xiao Wu stood still, her gaze fixed on Tang San. The astonishment in her eyes was gradually transforming into something deeper, something she herself couldn't quite put her finger on.