The Incompetent Tang San

God Realm.

Inside the Sea God Mansion, within a secret chamber.

A white-haired figure sat cross-legged on a stone platform, eyes tightly shut. Cold, dark red killing intent permeated the air around him, surging like the tide and shrouding the entire chamber in a suffocating pressure.

It was Tang San.

At this moment, the power belonging to the Asura God Position was restless within Tang San's body, constantly seeking to break its shackles and completely swallow his consciousness.

Suddenly, Tang San opened his eyes.

The killing intent was so sharp it nearly condensed into substance, and a dark red light flashed across his pupils.

But the next instant, blue-gold divine power surged, forcibly suppressing that killing intent.

The white faded from his hair, returning to his usual long blue locks. Tang San's eyes were calm, yet he frowned involuntarily, a layer of confusion surfacing in his gaze.

Just now... why had he suddenly drifted off?

He seemed to have had a dream.

He dreamt that... he had just become his teacher's apprentice when he suddenly wrote out the Mysterious Heaven Record in its entirety and handed it to someone. That person then brought him before Xiao Wu, and he had watched helplessly as the other party toyed with her, feeling utterly powerless.

Tang San rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

This strange dream had stirred his emotions, causing the Asura God Position to once again faintly spiral out of control within him.

Dark red killing intent stirred restlessly. Tang San took a deep breath, summoned the Sea God Trident, and slammed it heavily against the ground, forcibly suppressing the power.

Tang San involuntarily recalled the contents of the dream, yet he could not see the person's face no matter how hard he tried.

In his memory, that person seemed veiled in gauze, or as if something had deliberately obscured them, leaving behind only a blurred, dark silhouette.

Beyond that, other details were fading away, leaving only a general impression, and the lingering, clear sense of powerlessness from watching Xiao Wu being toyed with by that shadow while he could only stand by and do nothing...

Tang San's emotions became unstable once more.

He took a deep breath, though a faint suspicion began to form in his heart.

This was likely a hallucination brought on by the Asura God Position's rebellion.

After all, how could he possibly have such a strange dream? It wasn't as if he had some special fetish, right?

Tang San shook his head, calmed his mind, and then raised his hand to summon a massive light screen.

On the screen, the Douluo Plane floated silently in the universe, a tapestry of azure and emerald intertwined with swirling clouds, beautiful and magnificent.

Tang San skillfully zoomed in, again and again, finally locking onto a location within the Star Dou Empire.

There, a youth who had just finished chopping wood was working hard at his cultivation.

With innate soul power at rank one, he was mocked by everyone in the Duke Mansion, yet he was the Child of Destiny for this world, bearing a dense power of fortune.

Sensing the fortune so rich it seemed ready to spill off the screen, Tang San relaxed slightly.

As long as the ten-thousand-year plan proceeded smoothly and he claimed this power of fortune, the issues with the Asura God Position would be greatly alleviated. By then, he would be a true God King!

A sense of anticipation rose in Tang San's heart. He watched the Child of Destiny for a moment longer before withdrawing his gaze, preparing to turn his attention toward the Clear Sky Sect.

However, the next instant, his fingers froze.

He frowned, as if he had seen something, and zoomed in on the light screen again, his gaze landing on a certain part of the Douluo Continent.

There... was Shrek City.

The image of the entire city was presented clearly on the screen, with buildings and streets visible in detail.

But... the trajectories of energy had vanished.

Tang San's expression grew unsettled.

"How could such a large area be empty!"

He increased his perception, probing the area with his divine sense, yet... it was still empty.

There was no flow of fortune, no energy fluctuations, nothing that he should have been able to perceive.

The entire Shrek City seemed to have become a magic-less zone, like a white patch suddenly appearing on a colorful painting—clean and devoid of anything.

Tang San had only seen such a situation in low-level planes that lacked a cultivation system and possessed thin energy.

But even in a low-level plane, there would still be a basic energy cycle. How could it be completely empty like Shrek City was now?

This was clearly being masked by something!

Tang San's emotions were unstable.

First, the dream of Xiao Wu being toyed with, then the Asura God Position taking the opportunity to backlash, and now his most important ten-thousand-year plan seemed to have hit a snag—especially since he had only recently sent his mother into the Douluo Plane...

Tang San could no longer endure it.

The next instant, Tang San's figure vanished from the secret chamber.

Outside Douluo Star, in the universe.

Tang San appeared out of thin air, his sea-blue divine robes shimmering under the starlight.

He stared at the Douluo Star below, his eyes glowing with a purple hue. He channeled his divine power to enhance his Purple Demon Eye, observing Shrek City with his naked eye.

At a glance, everything appeared normal.

Shrek City sat there in its entirety, its buildings clearly visible, with no gaps or anomalies. He could even see some Shrek Academy students sparring in the Soul Fighting Arena, their soul power radiating with perfect clarity.

But when he switched back to his divine sensory perspective...

That blank space still existed, like a white patch embedded in a colorful canvas—glaring and eerie.

Even those Shrek students who were sparring didn't look like they were fighting, but rather like they were breakdancing, performing some sort of comical pantomime, with absolutely no soul power fluctuations detectable.

Tang San fell silent for a moment, then his figure flickered, and he returned to the secret chamber.

He did not make another move.

Gods must not interfere with the lower realms; this was the rule of the God Realm.

Although he had never taken this rule too seriously, a certain God King regarded it with great importance.

Tang San raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the thick walls of the secret chamber to look toward a certain direction in the God Realm.

There, wisps of purple intent of destruction flowed through the void, faint and elusive, like a gaze, and also like a warning.

Tang San withdrew his gaze, his brows furrowed slightly.

After a moment of contemplation, he raised his hand, and a message followed a secret connection, passing through the barrier of the God Realm and falling straight into a certain location in the Douluo Plane.

...As for the specific situation, it was better to let Da Ming and Er Ming investigate first.

On the other side, at Destruction Castle.

Upon his throne, the God of Destruction watched the Douluo Plane within the light screen, a flicker of thought crossing his eyes.

He was not paying attention intentionally.

It was simply that he wanted to retire, so whenever he was idle, he would occasionally scan the many planes under the jurisdiction of the God Realm to see if there were any seedlings capable of inheriting the God Seat of Destruction.

Usually, when he observed these planes, each one formed its own energy cycle, colorful and distinct from one another.

But today, the Douluo Plane had suddenly developed some blank spots.

It was far too conspicuous, making it difficult for him not to notice.

After a brief thought, the God of Destruction separated a wisp of his divine consciousness and placed it outside the Douluo Plane, keeping a slight watch.

He had no intention of interfering; after all, according to the default rules of the God Realm, this was a plane under Tang San's jurisdiction.

However, keeping a slight watch was still acceptable.

Who knew? There might be a surprise in store.