A Bold Idea

At this moment in the God Realm, stars dotted the deep night sky, gleaming with brilliant, mysterious light.

The grand hall had an octagonal structure. Every wall around it was free of needless decoration, yet countless scenes shifted and flickered across their surfaces. Brilliant light flowed endlessly, outlining images of different worlds.

At the moment, the hall was empty, with only Tang San seated alone in a chair. He frowned deeply as he stared at the screens nearby, a cold glint flashing in his blue eyes.

Ever since he had lost his sense of the Child of Destiny on the Douluo Continent, he could only use the power of the God Realm Hub to observe the continent's movements and attempt to locate the Child of Destiny. Yet he had still found nothing.

Nor did he dare make it too obvious, or the God of Destruction might notice his abnormal behavior.

Suddenly, a rapid vibration interrupted Tang San's thoughts.

He instinctively looked up and saw that the screen monitoring the Douluo Continent Plane was trembling violently. The image continually twisted and distorted, clearly showing that the God Realm Hub had detected some unusual information.

Tang San reacted swiftly. With a thought, immense divine power surged forth and completely sealed off the trembling screen, preventing the other four God Kings from noticing anything amiss. Then he moved the screen before him.

When he looked over, the screen showed the sky above a dense forest. Space began to crack apart within the image, and a strand of gray, dim airflow slowly drifted out from the shattered space, circling in midair.

"Something that falls outside the God Realm's jurisdiction?"

Tang San's frown deepened. Based on the feedback received from the God Realm Hub, this gray airflow clearly was not energy that could have been produced by any of the one hundred and eight Planes under the God Realm's command.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, observing the abnormal airflow with interest.

"This aura carries a heavy stench of death, though it is only a remnant soul."

Tang San lightly tapped the armrest of his chair with his fingers as he continued observing through the God Realm Hub.

"But could this remnant soul be connected to the Child of Destiny?"

As he continuously adjusted the viewing angle, the image on the screen changed rapidly as well.

The gray airflow seemed to be pulled by some invisible force. It fell directly from the heavens, shooting swiftly toward the forest below.

Tang San's eyes widened sharply. His gaze followed the airflow's path intently, and his body unconsciously leaned forward slightly.

Yet at that crucial moment, the image on the screen instantly became exceedingly blurry. He could only see the gray airflow seemingly burrow into the body of a vague teenage figure.

Tang San abruptly rose from his chair. A fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes, and fury surged in his heart.

"No wonder I lost all information about the Child of Destiny. So it was the Plane Consciousness of this Douluo Continent interfering behind the scenes. You have truly chosen the path to death."

With a casual wave of his hand, he sent the blurry screen back to its original position.

With that damned Plane Consciousness interfering, he naturally had no way of seeing the Child of Destiny's exact appearance.

Tang San sat back down in his chair and gradually calmed himself.

"But what use is it for you, Plane Consciousness, to stop me even at the risk of falling dormant?"

A confident smile appeared on Tang San's lips, his gaze full of contempt and disdain. "How could a petty Plane Consciousness like you possibly understand the contingencies left behind by me, a God King?"

"As long as the Child of Destiny remains on the Douluo Continent, he will sooner or later fall under my control."

The next day, the sky had only just begun to brighten with a faint pale glow.

Huo Yuhao's biological clock, cultivated over many years, woke him on time. He gently turned his head and looked at Tian Meng, who was sleeping beside him.

A sweet smile still lingered on the girl's cheeks. Her breathing was even and steady, as though she were immersed in a beautiful dream.

Huo Yuhao carefully pulled his arm from Tian Meng's embrace, moving with extreme gentleness for fear of disturbing her sleep. Tian Meng seemed to notice something. She frowned slightly and mumbled a few indistinct words in her sleep, but did not wake up.

Having lost the warm support in her arms, Tian Meng's body naturally stretched out. She shifted from her curled-up position on her side to lying flat on her back.

The girl had no guard up around him at all. Her loose pajamas had shifted with her earlier movement, leaving her collar slightly open and revealing a patch of snow-white skin. It was as if she had done it on purpose, showing Huo Yuhao just what smooth, lovely shoulders looked like.

Unfortunately, Tian Meng was rather flat, leaving little to admire. Still, she was simply adorable.

Huo Yuhao looked at Tian Meng's defenseless sleeping face and smiled softly. He did not wake her, since it was not even fully light outside yet.

After pulling the blanket back over Tian Meng, he unzipped the tent and walked out into an open patch of ground, beginning his daily morning exercise routine.

As Huo Yuhao's presence disappeared from the tent, Tian Meng's body trembled slightly. The next moment, she slowly opened her eyes.

In truth, she had already awakened when Huo Yuhao pulled his arm away. She had only pretended to sleep because she did not know how to face the situation for the moment.

For Tian Meng, although she constantly claimed how much she liked the Ice Empress—

In reality, she had barely even met the Ice Empress a few times.

She herself did not know why she had suddenly asked to sleep while hugging Huo Yuhao last night. Looking back on it now, it felt as though her love had gone astray, as though she had betrayed the "beloved" she had always held in her heart.

But the problem was, hugging Yuhao while sleeping had felt so comfortable. That warm, secure feeling had been even more pleasant than sleeping after she had consumed all that Ten-Thousand-Year Frost Marrow back then.

At that thought, Tian Meng's cheeks involuntarily turned even redder. She tightly clamped the blanket between her legs, rolling back and forth across the sheets.

Tian Meng, Tian Meng, you really are a woman steeped in sin!

She reproached herself in her heart, feeling that she had let down both the Ice Empress and Huo Yuhao.

However, that guilty feeling did not last long.

Tian Meng stopped rolling around, and a spark of wisdom flashed in her eyes.

A bold idea instantly surfaced in her mind:

Yuhao was a boy, and the Ice Empress was a girl, so couldn't she...?

After figuring that out, Tian Meng's foolish grin reappeared.

She buried her head deeply in the blanket, savoring the lingering warmth Huo Yuhao had left behind. Clearly, she had once again sunk into the lovely fantasy she had woven for herself, completely forgetting her earlier guilt and inner turmoil.