Crazy Tang San, Making Wang Dong Desperately Throw Himself at Him...

That old bastard Destruction was obviously using the issue as an excuse—to probe him, to... make trouble for him.

But he could not lose his temper.

Because part of what Destruction had said was true. He had indeed interfered with the lower realms, indeed plotted against Huo Yuhao, indeed... treated Douluo Continent as his own private backyard.

This could not be brought into the open.

"The Goddess of Life is right." Tang San slowly sat down, the gentle smile returning to his face. Yet that smile was so cold that it carried not a trace of warmth.

"As for matters in the lower realms, I know my limits. As for the God Realm's population and resources... I will draft a new proposal and submit it to the Committee for review. Now, let us continue the meeting."

The God of Destruction stared at Tang San for several seconds before sitting down as well.

But as he did, he silently bared his teeth at Tang San.

He revealed a cold smile full of mockery and provocation.

The meaning of that smile was obvious.

Kid, I've seen through your tricks.

We'll play this slowly.

Tang San's hand beneath the table slowly clenched, his nails digging deep into his palm.

He lowered his head and looked at the mirror-smooth tabletop, where it reflected his handsome face, slightly distorted by rage. A glacial killing intent flashed through his eyes.

Destruction...

And that... mysterious figure hiding in the shadows and ruining his plans...

Whoever you were, if you dared block his path...

You would die.

God Realm, Sea God Temple.

This was one of the most central and mysterious regions in the entire God Realm.

The temple floated above seven-colored auspicious clouds. Its entirety was built from pure sea-blue crystals, soft divine light flowing across its surface like a frozen sea—deep, tranquil, yet concealing undercurrents powerful enough to swallow stars.

Tang San stood atop the Star Gazing Platform at the temple's highest point, his hands behind his back as he gazed at the magnificent sight below: the boundless Myriad Worlds, formed from countless world bubbles.

His expression was terrible.

Three hours had passed since he returned from the God Realm Committee.

Over those three hours, he had done nothing but stand here, watching the world bubbles form and perish, circulate, collide, and merge. He watched the tiny beings, insignificant as dust, struggle, strive, sink, and rise along their respective paths of fate.

Yet his heart could not settle.

That old bastard Destruction had practically pointed at his nose and cursed him in the Committee today.

Though the Goddess of Life had stopped him in the end, the humiliation, the provocation, and the undisguised hostility were like a thorn viciously lodged in Tang San's heart. He could neither pull it out nor swallow it down.

"Destruction..." Tang San murmured the name, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

He had never feared Destruction. Though that old bastard was senior and powerful, he was too rigid and inflexible, and he was not well liked within the God Realm Committee.

What Tang San truly feared was Destruction joining forces with the Goddess of Life. One controlled destruction, the other life; yin and yang complemented one another, hardness and softness balancing perfectly. They were among the few powers in the God Realm that could truly threaten him.

Moreover, Destruction's words today clearly showed that he knew something.

He knew Tang San had meddled in the lower realms, knew he was plotting against Huo Yuhao, knew he had treated Douluo Continent as his own private backyard.

Who had leaked it?

Tang San narrowed his eyes as face after face flashed through his mind.

The God of Emotion? That brat had always disliked him and was quite close to Destruction.

The Seven Original Sin Gods? Those seven lunatics feared the world was not chaotic enough and would love nothing more than to see him fight Destruction.

Or... that mysterious existence hidden in the shadows, the one who had ruined his plans?

Tang San did not know.

But he knew he could not wait any longer.

Huo Yuhao, this chess piece, had to be firmly grasped as soon as possible. Xiao Qi's bond with him had to deepen quickly. Otherwise, with every passing day, who knew what other complications might arise?

"Xiao Wu," Tang San called softly.

A pink figure appeared soundlessly behind him. It was Xiao Wu. She had changed into casual home clothes, her long hair loosely tied behind her head. Carrying a steaming cup of tea, she walked to Tang San's side and handed it to him.

"Third Brother, have some tea. Calm down." Xiao Wu's voice was gentle, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake.

Tang San accepted the teacup but did not drink. He merely held it, feeling the warmth radiating from its walls, his gaze somewhat distant.

"Xiao Wu, tell me... did I do something wrong?" Tang San suddenly asked, a rare and barely perceptible weariness in his voice.

Xiao Wu froze for a moment, then gently shook her head.

"Third Brother, how could you be wrong? Everything you do is for the God Realm, for us, and for... Xiao Qi."

"For Xiao Qi..." Tang San repeated, then smiled bitterly.

"Yes, for Xiao Qi. But if Xiao Qi learns that her father has been plotting against her, using her to bind another person's fate, to... control that person's life, what would she think? Would she... hate me?"

Xiao Wu fell silent.

She lowered her head, looking at the tips of her shoes. After a long while, she finally spoke softly.

"Third Brother, Xiao Qi is still young and doesn't understand. When she grows up and understands your good intentions, she will understand. Besides... I have seen that Huo Yuhao. He is a good child. He is talented and has a decent character. Though his background is somewhat lacking, he would not disgrace Xiao Qi. If... if it truly works out, perhaps it could be a good match."

"A good match?" Tang San tugged at the corner of his mouth, a trace of ridicule flashing through his eyes.

"Xiao Wu, you are too naïve. What 'good match' exists in this world? Every so-called 'good' is calculation, weighing gains and losses, and... an exchange of interests. I chose Huo Yuhao not because he is 'good,' but because he is 'useful.' He is the child of destiny of this era, bearing Douluo Continent's fortune. He is destined to become a god in the future, perhaps even... reach the level you and I have attained. If I bind him to the Tang Family, bind him to Xiao Qi, then for the next thousand years, ten thousand years, the God Realm will still be my Tang Family's God Realm."

He paused, his voice turning even colder. "As for what Xiao Qi thinks or what Huo Yuhao thinks... it does not matter. What matters is that they must follow the path I have laid out. They must become husband and wife, must love each other, must... serve my purposes."

Xiao Wu looked at her husband's handsome face, now somewhat twisted by obsession and the desire for control. A chill rose in her heart, but in the end, she merely nodded gently.

"I understand, Third Brother. What... do you want to do?"

Tang San set the teacup on a jade table beside him, turned, and looked toward the depths of the temple, at the area enveloped by layer upon layer of divine restrictions.

There floated a fist-sized pink-blue crystal, pulsing slowly like a heart.

It was the other half of Xiao Qi's Divine Soul. He had separated it from his daughter's soul, nurtured and strengthened it with divine power and heavenly treasures, then implanted certain "commands" into it... a core of control.

"Since the martial soul fusion has been interfered with, then I will use another method."

Tang San walked before the crystal and stretched out a hand, gently pressing it against its surface. A cruel determination flashed through his eyes.

"To deepen their bond, martial soul fusion is not the only option. Spending day and night together, sharing life and death, true feelings born through hardship... these can also form an unbreakable connection. And they will be more natural, more... difficult to escape."

He closed his eyes. Vast divine power flowed from his palm into the pink-blue crystal.

The crystal began pulsing violently, radiating a blinding pink-blue glow. Within that light, countless fine golden runes, like chains, could vaguely be seen flowing and intertwining before... following some unseen connection.

They crossed the immeasurable distance between the God Realm and the lower realms, projecting toward Douluo Continent, toward Shrek Academy, toward the pink-blue-eyed boy tossing and turning in his dormitory.

"Go," Tang San said softly. His voice was like a demon's whisper, filled with seduction and unquestionable power.

"Go near him, trust him, depend on him, and... fall in love with him."

"Use everything you have to bind him. Use your fate to lock him down."

"Make him unable to leave you, make him unable to let you go, make him... willingly give everything for you."