The Stolen God Realm Core

When Ji Siyuan woke and saw the familiar faces before him, he was confused at first, then quickly came to his senses. These were not the people he knew from his own Divine Realm.

The moment he woke, Tang Wutong threw herself at him.

"Yuan Gege, thank goodness you're all right!" she cried through her tears, a heartbreaking sight.

The Goddess of Life did not reach out to pull Tang Wutong away. Instead, she gently asked, "Little Wutong, could you let Aunt Green ask this visitor from another world a few questions?" Her gentle gaze turned to Ji Siyuan. "Siyuan—Ji Siyuan, correct?"

Tang Wutong had called out Ji Siyuan's name, and his surname was easy enough to guess.

Destruction drew Tang Wutong aside. "Little Wutong, trust Uncle Zi and your aunt, all right?"

With Tang Wutong staying beside Destruction and Life doing most of the questioning, the interrogation would not be too harsh. That was why Life had not stopped Tang Wutong at the beginning.

Divine power formed a reclining chair for Ji Siyuan to lie on. Wearing a warm, approachable smile, the Goddess of Life said, "Kindness has already told me the story of your Divine Realm. So don't worry too much. We all know who you are, and there's no need to hide so much. Your injuries haven't fully healed yet, so you can stay lying down."

Ji Siyuan was no fool. The life divine power filling his body told him how he had been healed.

"Thank you, Aunt Green."

Life nodded, unbothered by how he addressed her. "You haven't lived in this Divine Realm, so you wouldn't be able to explain the differences between the two. I'll only ask things you can answer. What kind of people do you think the Asuras of the two worlds are?"