Soul Fusion
Tang San naturally wanted to resist. If he accepted the verdict, his cultivation would be sealed, and he would be imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, meaning he would almost certainly never have a chance to rise again.
He has roamed the Divine Realm for many years, rising step by step from the Douluo Continent to his current position. How could he be willing to fall now?
But he also knew in his heart that there was no point in resisting; there was absolutely no chance!
Leaving aside the other gods, let's just talk about the God King present. He was facing four opponents: not only the Goddess of Life, but also the Goodness and Evil God Kings, as well as the God of Destruction known for his offensive power.
Even if he goes all out, he has no chance of winning.
The crimson light in his eyes gradually faded, and he was slowly suppressing the uncontrolled, surging Asura God Power back into his body.
After a moment, he seemed to calm down, his face returned to calm, but a trace of resentment still lingered deep in his eyes.
He paused for a moment, then spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly echoing in the empty hall. "This time, I admit defeat, but everything I did was for the sake of the Divine Realm."
As he spoke, his gaze slowly swept over the gods in the hall, his tone carrying a warning. "The Divine Realm is about to face a great calamity. If it cannot weather this storm, the gods will perish."
"Every bit of the Divine Realm power is crucial. I hope you will not regret your decision today."
His words were an emphasis on his value as God King, and also a way to leave himself an out for the future.
After all, in the face of an unknown catastrophe, every bit of strength adds to the chance of survival.
The God of Destruction glanced at him noncommittally and said nothing.
Without another word, he gently tapped the Scepter of Destruction forward, and a purple-black Power of Destruction surged from the tip of the scepter like a bolt of lightning compressed to its limit. In mid-air, it transformed into a slender chain, binding Tang San tightly.
Then the chain slowly dissipated, as if it had merged into Tang San's body.
At the same time, Tang San also felt that he could no longer mobilize the Divine Power within his body; his cultivation had been sealed.
Then, the God of Destruction summoned two God Official and gave them a brief instruction.
The two God Official stepped forward and stood on either side of Tang San.
Tang San remained silent, neither struggling nor uttering another word.
He took one last look at the great hall he had entered countless times before turning around and walking out of the hall, led by two God Official.
His figure gradually receded into the distance under the gaze of the gods, finally disappearing into the light outside the temple gates.
However, the meeting did not end there. Tang San was taken away, and the God of Destruction was about to speak again and bring up his plan to expand the Divine Realm.
Before she could even speak, Xiao Wu, who was standing in the front row, spoke up first.
Her voice was hoarse and tired, and her once bright eyes were now somewhat dazed, as if she had not yet fully recovered from the shock she had just experienced.
"Tang Wutong... how is she now? Can we bring her back?"
The events that had just transpired were a devastating blow to Xiao Wu. Watching her husband's disguises being stripped away in the main hall, and hearing those words she had never imagined would be connected to Tang San, she felt as if she had been swept into a storm she didn't recognize.
She wanted to ask Tang San directly what his purpose was in doing all this.
But she also knew that now was clearly not a good time.
At this moment, her biggest concern was the safety of her daughter Tang Wutong.
The God of Destruction had previously said that Tang Wutong's Life God was in danger, and those words were like a thorn in her heart, making it impossible for her to sit still.
The Goddess of Life looked at her and said gently, "Xiao Wu, don't worry, we won't let anything happen to Tang Wutong."
The God of Destruction glanced casually at the lower realm and suddenly let out a soft "Eh."
He then said, "Huo Yuhao is solving Tang Wutong's problem. Xiao Wu, do you want to see it for yourself?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu nodded without hesitation. "Okay!"
At that moment, she had no other thoughts but to see with her own eyes how her daughter was doing.
Although a day in the Divine Realm is equivalent to a year in the mortal realm, by that calculation, she had only been away from her daughter for a little over ten days.
But the words she had just heard from the God of Destruction made her feel as if those short ten days had been stretched out indefinitely.
She could hardly imagine what her daughter had gone through on the Douluo Continent in the lower realm.
With a thought, the God of Destruction unfurled another image slowly above the hall.
The girl with long, light blue hair once again caught the eyes of the gods, and this time, besides Wang Dong'er, there were two other people in the scene.
Cultivation Room at the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters in Star Luo City.
Wang Dong'er was sitting cross-legged on the ground. Opposite her sat a girl with long golden-red hair, Jin Li.
Wang Dong'er's face was full of confusion, and her voice trembled slightly. "How could another part of my soul be with Jin Li?"
Jin Li knew the reason, but did not answer the question.
She simply blinked her golden eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, before turning her head to glance at Huo Yuhao standing beside her.
Huo Yuhao had already prepared his explanation. He met Wang Dong'er's gaze and slowly said, "This matter is very complicated, and I don't know the specifics very well."
"But none of that matters. The most important thing now is to resolve your soul's problem."
He deliberately didn't go into details because he knew that if he rashly laid out all the facts in front of Wang Dong'er in her current state, it would only make her more flustered.
The most important thing right now is to solve this problem first before thinking about anything else.
Although Wang Dong'er still had doubts, she didn't ask any further questions at this moment.
She had felt a strange connection between herself and Jin Li before, and now she realized it must be because part of her soul was in Jin Li's body.
She trusted Huo Yuhao and looked at him earnestly, asking, "What do you need me to do?"
Huo Yuhao said, "There's nothing I need to do. I'll take charge of everything. Once you're ready, I'll begin."
After he finished speaking, his gaze swept back and forth between Wang Dong'er and Jin Li. The two nodded at the same time, their expressions solemn.
Huo Yuhao's expression turned serious. He slowly extended his right hand, and a dark scepter appeared out of thin air in his hand. The scepter was long and simple, with deep purple-black patterns flowing on its surface. It was the damaged Super Divine Tool, the Scepter of Destruction.
After becoming the successor of the God of Destruction, Huo Yuhao was finally able to gain some control over this Super Divine Tool.
For now, he only uses it as a Magic, unable to unleash a Destruction God attack powerful enough to shake a plane, but its effect in amplifying Magic is quite remarkable.
He raised the Scepter of Destruction to his chest, and the dark jewel at the top of the scepter glowed faintly, like an eye slowly opening.
He closed his eyes and began to chant a deep, ancient incantation, a spell that Electrolux had modified based on the Soul Law.
As the final incantation fell, a golden light shield suddenly appeared between Wang Dong'er and Jin Li, enveloping them both.
The seal left by Tang San had already been lifted by the God of Destruction. Now, guided by mental Magic, a stream of light slowly emerged from between Jin Li's eyebrows.
The light was not dazzling; instead, it carried a gentle warmth, like a long-dormant Life God slowly awakening.
The stream of light gradually condensed in mid-air, eventually transforming into a human-shaped silhouette.
Upon closer inspection, the figure was almost identical to Wang Dong'er opposite her, except that she was in the state of an infant who had not yet awakened, her whole body curled up, her legs tucked in, her arms wrapped around herself, quietly floating in that golden light shield.
Looking at the figure that was exactly like her, Wang Dong'er felt an indescribable surge of emotion.
That sense of familiarity surged up from the depths of my soul, like a melody that had been sealed away for a long time finally being played again.
She opened her mouth, but found that no sound came out.
Inside the grand hall of the Divine Realm, Xiao Wu looked at the human figure curled up in the golden light, her hands involuntarily clenching her clothes, her eyes already brimming with tears.