The God Realm Was Hit?

Douluo Planet was dying.

Not in some earth-shattering collapse, not with mountains crumbling and the earth splitting, not with tsunamis swallowing the skies.

It was a slow, silent death, like an old tree hollowed out from within by termites. Its surface still appeared lush and flourishing, but inside, it had long been riddled with holes.

In the void, an almost transparent figure of light floated silently.

It had no fixed form. At times, it stretched like drifting clouds; at times, it flowed like a river of stars; at other times, it contracted into a vague humanoid outline. Every transformation radiated exhaustion, like the final flicker of a candle in the wind.

This was Douluo Planet's Plane Consciousness.

It had lived for an unknown number of millennia. It had existed since the first life was born upon this planet.

It had witnessed the rise of soul beasts, the proliferation of humanity, and generation after generation of geniuses rising and falling. To it, the changes of ages were merely one tide after another.

But it had never been so... afraid.

It raised its head, its gaze piercing the endless void as it looked toward an unknowable direction.

Even across billions of miles, even through the barrier separating the mortal and divine realms, it could still sense a gaze piercing the void and falling upon it.

That gaze was kind, compassionate, and filled with divine radiance.

Yet it was precisely that gaze that made it shudder from head to toe.

"Tang San..."

Once, it had rejoiced at this young man's rise. From a Blue Silver Grass soul master with a useless martial soul, to the great Sea God, then to the Asura God King. Tang San's legend had inspired countless people.

But it had never expected that after becoming a God King, his ambitions would expand along with his power.

Being the God Realm's law-enforcing God King was not enough for him. What he wanted was the entire Douluo Planet.

The Plane Consciousness lowered its gaze toward a certain place on the planet. There, the Golden Ancient Tree towered into the sky, brilliant golden light flowing among its branches and leaves.

And deep within the ancient tree's roots, a dark-blue Blue Silver Emperor was frantically drawing upon the plane's life force. Her roots had plunged into the origin, devouring its body every second.

That was Ah Yin, Tang San's mother.

Deeper still lay another consciousness, greedier and more violent: Tang Hao. He existed as a plane devourer, eroding the source of the Plane Consciousness inch by inch.

His devouring was not as gentle as Ah Yin's. He directly tore apart, plundered, and seized.

The family of three had clearly divided their work.

The father plundered the origin, the mother devoured life, and the son waited above to cast the net.

In another ten thousand years, perhaps even sooner, it would completely dissipate.

When that happened, Douluo Planet would become Tang San's private garden, and all living beings would become ants in his palm. Their life and death would rest on a single thought from him.

"I won't accept this..."

The Plane Consciousness murmured.

It had tried to resist.

It had tried to cultivate so-called "children of destiny." Generation after generation, it poured the plane's fortune into those extraordinarily gifted children, hoping they would grow into beings capable of opposing gods.

But every genius it selected ultimately either fell, submitted, or unknowingly walked down the path Tang San had laid out for them.

That man understood far too well how to manipulate fate.

It was already close to despair.

God Realm.

A sea-blue palace was shrouded in dreamlike radiance. Amid the swirling clouds and mist, the palace faded in and out of view like a mirage.

Between the palace and the clouds stood a tall, slender figure in silence.

His long water-blue hair cascaded smoothly down to his waist. From behind, his graceful figure could easily be mistaken for that of a beautiful woman.

But when he turned around, his sharply defined face carried an indescribably complex expression.

Between his brows lay the compassion of great mercy, yet the corners of his lips curved slightly upward, revealing coldness and treachery.

He was the new generation's Sea God and Asura God, the pure and virtuous, teacher-respecting Tang San, God King Tang!

At this moment, his gaze pierced the void and fell upon Douluo Planet.

"Soon... very soon..."

His voice was gentle, like a lover's whisper.

"At most another ten thousand years, Douluo Continent will completely become my Tang Family Continent..."

He chuckled softly and said no more.

Yet the chill in that smile was enough to freeze the God Realm's eternal spring.

Anything the Tang Family set its eyes on would sooner or later belong to the Tang Family.

Just then...

A golden streak of light, like a falling sun, shot out from the depths of chaos beyond the God Realm without warning!

The light was so dazzling that even a God King like Tang San subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

He could only vaguely make out an incomparably pure mass of energy, so intense it seemed about to ignite.

The golden light closed in at an unbelievable speed and slammed viciously into the God Realm's barrier!

In that instant, the entire God Realm trembled violently.

Countless deities sprang from their palaces, staring in horror toward the source of the tremor. Since the God Realm's existence, nothing like this had ever happened!

Tang San frowned.

What was that?!

The golden light broke through the God Realm's barrier, trailing a long tail of flame as it whistled toward Douluo Planet like a meteor falling to earth.

It was no ordinary object!

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, then burst with greedy light. Something capable of breaking through the God Realm's barrier—even the worst treasure—would be enough to tempt a God King!

With a wave of his hand, a massive golden harpoon appeared out of thin air: the Seagod Trident!

Just as he prepared to intercept the golden light, a purple figure stepped out of the void.

"Tang San!"

The furious shout exploded like thunder, making even the palace tremble.

The newcomer was surrounded by purple light, imposing and domineering. He was none other than the God Realm's law-enforcing god, the God of Destruction.

"You are the Asura law-enforcing god, yet you have interfered with the lower realm time and again! Now, you have even allowed outside power to breach the God Realm's barrier!"

The God of Destruction's gaze stabbed toward Tang San like a sharp sword. This section of the God Realm's barrier was precisely the area Tang San was responsible for guarding.

"Dereliction of duty. According to God Realm law, you will be confined for six days!"

Tang San's expression instantly turned incomparably ugly.

Damn Destruction! You oppose me time and again. You have already earned your death!

He forcibly suppressed the rage in his heart and squeezed out a gentle smile. "Destruction, this section of the barrier is indeed my responsibility. But I am occupied with countless affairs every day, and I must also discipline that little devil Xiao Qi. Occasional oversights are unavoidable."

"An oversight?" The God of Destruction snorted coldly. "Tang San, stop making excuses. All day long, you only know how to keep your eyes on that tiny patch of Douluo Planet. When have you ever handled any other affairs? Today, you will serve this confinement no matter what!"

From the corner of his eye, Tang San saw that the golden light had already passed through the barrier and entered Douluo Planet's range. His fingers tightened slightly as light flowed across the trident.

But before him, the God of Destruction refused to yield even an inch.

Six days of confinement...

One day in the God Realm equaled one year below. Six years should not bring any great changes to Douluo Continent.

He could only... go along with Destruction for now.

Tang San took a deep breath and put away the trident. His signature compassionate smile returned to his face. "Since it is God Realm law, Tang San will naturally comply."

He turned around and, under the God of Destruction's watchful gaze, walked toward the Confinement Temple.

But at the instant he turned, an incomparably cold gleam flashed through his eyes.

Six years.

I hope that thing doesn't cause any trouble for me.

Otherwise...