My Everything Is 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, and fragrant embrace he knew so well was empty. He tried to use his divine sense to see where his wife had gone, only to be shocked to discover that his divine sense—which could observe everything within a radius of hundreds of thousands of meters in a single thought—was gone.

Dai Mubai opened his eyes and found himself lying on an unfamiliar bed, inside a palace filled with the scent of the mundane. A quick glance revealed that his hands and feet had shrunk.

"What is happening?"

Dai Mubai grabbed a bronze mirror from the table nearby. Seeing his own three-year-old, incredibly youthful, and familiar face, the mirror slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.

At this moment, Dai Mubai felt as if ten thousand Luo Sanpao were stampeding across his head. He, Dai Mubai, had been reborn—and he had been reborn back to when he was only three or four years old.

This meant he would have to battle Dai Weisi once again, and play the part of a submissive grandson from the time he awakened his martial soul until he escaped to Shrek Academy. In his past life, he had finally ascended to the position of War God, earning the respect of the entire Dai family. He had waited for Zhu Zhuqing to inherit the position of God of Speed, ascend to the God Realm, and join Tang San in defeating the God of Destruction, turning the God Realm into Tang San's personal fiefdom.

As Tang San's sworn brother, he could be considered one of the top five figures in the God Realm. Yet, after spending a few happy days and nights with Zhu Zhuqing, he woke up to be told that everything had to start over from scratch!?

However, Dai Mubai soon calmed down. If he had to start over, then so be it. As long as his good brother, the omnipotent, dual-god-bodied Tang San was there, he would be able to reclaim the position of War God once again.

Besides, after fighting with Zhu Zhuqing for so long, he was getting a bit bored. Hadn't people heard of the seven-year itch?

No matter how peerless Zhu Zhuqing was, or how hot her figure and divine face were, what did it matter? In the God Realm, there were countless goddesses whose beauty rivaled hers.

As long as the soul remained, a god could resurrect anyone. In other words, gods could reshape faces and bodies just like a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast taking human form.

Zhu Zhuqing's divine beauty might be considered the number one beauty in the lower planes, but in the God Realm? Sorry, it was nothing special.

When there are too many flowers, wild grass sometimes tastes exceptionally good. Moreover, that flower wouldn't cooperate to satisfy some of his specific fetishes, but wild grass had no such issues.

Dai Mubai had decided: once he reached Suotuo City, before Zhu Zhuqing arrived at Shrek Academy, he would definitely plow the fields with all his might. Three dates a day? He had to aim for five times a day, playing through all the resources—all the girls—in the entire Suotuo City. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the chance later.

No, he would start as soon as he finished developing in the Star Luo Imperial Palace, maintaining the persona he had established in his past life.

Women, especially beautiful ones, were meant to be the "heavy weapons" for a great noble like him. Being graced by him, the War God, was the honor of those mortal women.

God Realm.

Before a blood-red palace stood a middle-aged man wearing blood-red armor. He was tall, with short, dark purple hair that looked like steel needles.

The middle-aged man's pupils were different from those of ordinary people; his eyeballs were blood-colored, with eerie patterns appearing within them, looking both terrifying and domineering. His body was also unique, possessing eight arms—two below his shoulders, and six growing from his back, folded behind him, each forming strange hand seals.

This middle-aged man was one of the five supreme gods of the God Realm: the Asura God.

The Asura God looked down at the lower realm, toward the direction of the Douluo plane, and let out a soft sound of surprise. He glanced at his chosen successor, Tang San, and noticed that Tang San's fortune had weakened significantly.

The Douluo plane was shrouded in a faint mist, making it somewhat difficult for him, the supreme god who held the laws of the God Realm, to see through it.

Fortune was a real thing, and the person who concentrated the densest fortune of a continent was the Son of Fortune of that plane.

This immense fortune would continuously exert its influence as the Son of Fortune grew, ensuring he encountered endless opportunities, constant romantic luck, and the ability to turn every crisis into a chance for his strength to skyrocket.

Yet, Tang San had only just transmigrated to the Douluo Continent under his guidance and hadn't even stepped onto the path of cultivation, so how could his fortune have suffered such a significant loss?

The Asura God reached out, intending to gather the scattered fortune of his chosen successor, Tang San, from other places. He would investigate why Tang San's fortune had been lost later.

Just as the Asura God made his move, a figure wrapped in a purple robe arrived and said sternly, "Asura, you are going too far. Even with our ten-thousand-year friendship, I cannot sit idly by."

The Asura God smiled when he saw the purple-robed figure, his smile tinged with helplessness. "Destruction, I am choosing a successor. Can you make an exception?"

The God of Destruction did not back down in the slightest. "Asura, we are gods, not nannies. I know you want to choose a successor. Although that successor's fortune has been depleted, it is still extremely dense, far exceeding the other two."

"If it were a first-tier god, I might turn a blind eye, but you are a God King. If your chosen successor is weak and their character is not sufficiently tempered, it will affect the overall strength of our God Realm. What will happen when the God Realm expands and we encounter trouble that requires Life, you, Goodness, Evil, and myself to join forces to resolve?"

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

Expand the God Realm? After so many years of upholding the laws of the God Realm and observing the lower realms, he had learned one thing: it is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.

Outside the God Realm, no one knew how many other God Realms existed. He was certain that among them, there were God Realms more powerful than his own, and realms of existence even higher than the supreme gods.

If they encountered these God Realms during the expansion, it would be a case of "new emperor, new court"—it was a question of whether the rulers of the God Realm would still be the five God Kings.

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

Everything his chosen successor did was for the sake of the God Realm—for the stability of the God Realm and to ensure the supreme gods remained the masters of the God Realm forever. Why couldn't Destruction understand him?

In terms of talent, Tang San had relied on reading books to create the Tang Sect's top-tier hidden weapon, the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, without anyone discovering him in the process.

In terms of character, he had secretly learned the Tang Sect's ultimate arts for years without anyone finding out, quietly crafting three Buddha Fury Tang Lotus.

Did such talent and character need tempering? The only thing that needed honing was the emotions Tang San had never experienced: paternal love, maternal love, and romantic love.

Beyond this excellent learning talent and the astonishing, long-suffering character, what attracted the Asura God the most was Tang San's rigid nature.

Having crafted three Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, he could have destroyed the Tang Sect three times over, wiped out the elders and the sect master who wanted to kill him, and become the sect master himself. Yet, out of respect for the sect's rules, he chose to jump off a cliff and commit suicide.

Someone who combined such talent, character, and rigidity was simply the best successor tailored for the law-enforcing Asura God position. After inheriting the godhood, he wouldn't be like Destruction, thinking about expanding the God Realm all day long.

Everything he did was for the sake of his old friend Destruction, so why was this guy so rigid?