Everything I Did Was for the God Realm

In the Star Luo Empire, three-year-old Dai Mubai had just woken up. He reached out with his right hand, but the familiar warm, soft body in his arms was gone. He wanted to use his divine sense to see where his wife had gone, only to discover in shock that even his spiritual sense, which could observe an area hundreds of thousands of meters wide with a single thought, had vanished.

Dai Mubai opened his eyes and found himself lying on a very unfamiliar bed, inside a palace filled with the aura of the mortal world. After looking around, he quickly noticed that his hands and feet had become smaller.

"What happened?"

Dai Mubai picked up a bronze mirror from a nearby table. When he saw his three-year-old, incomparably tender yet familiar face, the mirror fell from his hand to the floor.

At that moment, Dai Mubai felt as though ten thousand Luo Sanpaos were galloping across the top of his head. He, Dai Mubai, had been reborn—and reborn to when he was three or four years old.

That meant he had to fight Dai Weisi all over again, pretend to be a coward from the time he awakened his Martial Soul until he fled to Shrek Academy. In his previous life, he had finally endured long enough to obtain the War God Position and earn the respect of everyone in the Dai family. Then Zhu Zhuqing inherited the God of Speed Position, ascended to the God Realm, and joined Tang San in defeating Destruction. The God Realm became Tang San's personal domain.

As Tang San's eldest brother, he could be considered one of the top five figures in the God Realm. Yet after spending several days and nights Happy with Zhu Zhuqing, he woke up to find that everything had to start over!?

However, Dai Mubai quickly calmed down. Starting over was fine. As long as his good brother Tang San, the all-powerful wielder of dual gods, was there, he could once again obtain the position of War God.

Besides, after fighting Zhu Zhuqing for so long, he had grown somewhat tired of her. Wasn't there something called the seven-year itch?

No matter how exceptional Zhu Zhuqing was, how fiery her figure, or how goddess-like her face, what use was it? In the God Realm, there were plenty of goddesses whose looks rivaled Zhu Zhuqing's.

As long as a soul remained, gods could resurrect a person. In other words, gods could freely reshape faces and bodies, just as Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts did when taking human form.

Zhu Zhuqing's divine beauty might have made her the greatest beauty in any lower plane, but in the God Realm? Sorry, she was utterly ordinary.

After sampling too many flowers, even wild grass could sometimes have a special flavor. Besides, that flower would not cooperate in satisfying some of his particular tastes, while wild grass had no such problem.

Dai Mubai had already decided that after arriving in Suotuo City, before Zhu Zhuqing came to Shrek Academy, he would cultivate the fields with all his might. Three dates a day? He had to make it at least five a day and enjoy every girl in all of Suotuo City, every bit of those resources. Otherwise, he would have nothing left to enjoy in the future.

No, he would start in the Star Luo imperial palace as soon as he developed, while maintaining the persona he had in his previous life.

Women, especially beautiful women, were supposed to be the weapons of great nobles like him. Being favored by him, the War God, was an honor for those mortal women.

God Realm.

Before a blood-red palace stood a tall middle-aged man wearing blood-red armor. He had a head of short dark-purple hair that stood up like steel needles.

The man's pupils differed from those of ordinary people. His eyeballs were blood-red and covered in strange patterns, making him appear both terrifying and imposing. His body was likewise unlike that of an ordinary person. He had eight arms—two beneath his shoulders, and six growing from his back. The six behind him formed various strange hand seals.

This middle-aged man was one of the God Realm's five Supreme Gods, the Asura Deity.

Asura looked down toward the lower realm, in the direction of the Douluo Plane, and gave a soft cry of surprise. He glanced across Tang San, the inheritor he had chosen, and discovered that Tang San's fortune had weakened considerably.

A faint layer of mist shrouded the Douluo Plane, making even him, the Supreme God who governed the laws of the God Realm, somewhat unable to see through it.

Fortune truly existed. The person in whom a continent's fortune was most densely concentrated was the Child of Fortune of that plane.

As the Child of Fortune grew, that immense fortune would continuously take effect, granting him endless opportunities, constant romantic luck, and the ability to turn danger into safety no matter how difficult the crisis. Those dangers would even transform into opportunities, allowing his strength to soar.

But Tang San had only just crossed into the Douluo Continent with his help and had not even begun cultivating. Why had his fortune already suffered losses—and such considerable losses at that?

Asura reached out, intending to gather back the fortune that had dispersed from Tang San, his chosen inheritor, by drawing it from elsewhere. As for why Tang San's fortune had diminished, he could investigate that afterward.

Just as Asura made his move, a figure wrapped in purple robes arrived and said solemnly, "Asura, you have gone a little too far. Even with our friendship of ten thousand years, I cannot simply stand by and watch."

When Asura saw the purple-robed figure, he smiled helplessly. "Destruction, I am choosing an inheritor. Can't you make an exception?"

The God of Destruction showed no sign of yielding. "Asura, we are gods, not nannies. I know you are choosing an inheritor. That inheritor's fortune has suffered some loss, but it is still extremely abundant—far greater than the other two."

"If it were a First-Class God turning a blind eye, that would be one thing. But you are a God King. If the inheritor you choose is weak and lacks sufficient tempering of character, it will affect the overall strength of our God Realm. What if, during the God Realm's expansion, we encounter trouble that requires Xiao Lu, you, Goodness, Evil, and me to join forces to resolve?"

Seeing that the God of Destruction was still thinking about expanding the God Realm, Asura swallowed the words that had reached his lips. He was utterly speechless toward his stubborn old friend.

Why expand the God Realm at all? Over the many years he had spent governing the God Realm's laws and observing the lower realms, he had learned a saying: better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.

Beyond the God Realm, no one knew how many other God Realms existed. He was certain that among them were God Realms stronger than his own, with realms of power beyond even the Supreme Gods.

If they encountered one of those God Realms during their expansion, a new ruler would bring a new court. Whether the five God Kings would remain in power in the God Realm would truly be a question.

Moreover, as outsiders, the authority of Destruction, Life, Evil, and Goodness would certainly be greatly weakened.

Everything his chosen inheritor did was for the sake of the God Realm—for the stability of the God Realm, for the Supreme Gods to remain its eternal rulers. Why could Destruction not understand him?

In terms of talent, Tang San had relied on studying manuals to create the Tang Sect's greatest Hidden Weapon, the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, without being discovered during the process.

In terms of character, he had secretly learned the Tang Sect's ultimate arts for years without anyone discovering it, and silently created three Buddha Fury Tang Lotuses.

Did such talent and character need tempering? The only things Tang San needed to experience were emotions he had never felt before: fatherly love, motherly love, and romantic love.

Beyond his excellent talent for learning and astonishing ability to endure humiliation, what most attracted Asura's attention was Tang San's rigid nature.

After creating three Buddha Fury Tang Lotuses, he could have destroyed the Tang Sect three times over and wiped out all the elders and the sect master who wanted to kill him, then become the Tang Sect's master himself. Yet because he cared about the sect's rules, he actually chose to leap off a cliff and kill himself.

A person who possessed talent, character, and rigidity all at once was simply the perfect inheritor tailor-made for the law-enforcing Asura God Position. After inheriting the position, he would not be like Destruction, constantly thinking about expanding the God Realm.

When all was said and done, everything he did was for his old friend Destruction's sake. Why was Destruction so rigid?