Tang San's Fury

God Realm.

"What on earth is going on!"

Tang San slammed a palm onto the armrest of his throne, causing the entire temple to tremble.

"Why can I no longer sense Xiao Qi's other shard of divine consciousness!"

He stood up abruptly, his eyes bloodshot and his breathing ragged like an ox; the dignity of a God King vanished in that instant. The face that was usually indifferent and composed was now twisted into a hideous mask.

His divine sense spread outward like a madman's, sweeping over the void where the Douluo plane resided again and again.

It was empty. There was nothing there.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had silently erased the entire Douluo plane from right under his nose, leaving not a single trace behind.

It was no wonder he had lost his composure so completely.

Not long ago, after finishing a bout of intimacy with Xiao Wu, he had followed his routine of patrolling the Douluo plane with his divine sense.

It was then that he noticed something amiss: the light barrier originally used to "protect" Douluo Continent had been forcibly torn open by some unknown power.

Although it healed in an instant, Tang San had felt a long-forgotten emotion in that moment: dread.

At the same time, the luck of the Child of Destiny he had been grooming had vanished by a significant margin. He had wanted to investigate further, but the affairs of the God Realm were complex, and that old fossil, the God of Destruction, had been eyeing him like a tiger, forcing him to shelve the matter for the time being.

He had not expected that, in the blink of an eye, the divine consciousness he had painstakingly implanted within the Imperial Auspicious Beast would lose connection entirely.

He had gone to great lengths to hide that shard of consciousness inside the Imperial Auspicious Beast without anyone noticing.

He could not descend to the mortal realm himself, and the beast was guarded by the fierce beast Scarlet King, so he had been forced to secretly instruct Niu Tian and Titan to find an opportunity to act.

The task had been carried out smoothly; the Scarlet King was lured away by Titan, and the Imperial Auspicious Beast was knocked unconscious by Niu Tian in an instant. It was clean and efficient, not even alerting Di Tian.

But now, that shard of consciousness had vanished completely.

Tang San's divine sense continued to expand its search radius, over and over again, but only endless nothingness answered him.

He gripped a pillar, his knuckles turning white, and the fabric of his clothes against his back was soaked through with cold sweat.

Just then, a pair of warm, soft arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

"San-ge, what's wrong?"

Xiao Wu pressed her face against his back, her voice filled with worry.

She had just arrived and had not heard his earlier outburst, but she saw her San-ge's back tensed like a fully drawn bow, the veins on his neck bulging.

Tang San's body stiffened for a moment.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened them again, the crimson in his eyes had faded for the most part.

He turned around and pulled Xiao Wu into his embrace, his hand resting on the back of her head with a gentleness identical to when they were in the mortal realm.

"It's nothing, just a small mishap in the God Realm. I can handle it."

Xiao Wu buried her face in his chest and gave a low "Mm," not pressing for more.

If her San-ge said he could handle it, then he could handle it; she never asked about things she didn't understand.

Tang San patted her back gently, though his other hand, hanging at his side, had its knuckles turned white again.

He certainly could not tell Xiao Wu that he had split Xiao Qi's divine consciousness into two parts and had managed to lose one of them.

That would only make her worry in vain about Xiao Qi, who was undergoing trials in the mortal realm.

After sending Xiao Wu away, Tang San stood alone in the temple and closed his eyes.

His divine sense spread out like a tide, passing through the sea of clouds, through the barriers, and through the endless void.

Nothing. Still nothing.

Just as he was nearing despair, an extremely faint aura drifted over from the deep, distant void.

Tang San's body jolted violently.

It was Xiao Qi. It was her primary divine consciousness.

He leaned against a pillar and let out a long breath, his tightly wound heartstrings loosening slightly. Xiao Qi was safe, and the Douluo plane still existed; it had simply been deliberately hidden.

More importantly, he had left a contingency plan. In a moment of necessity, he could forcibly descend by connecting to Xiao Qi's primary soul. Although his strength would be less than one percent of its true power due to that layer of concealment, it would at least be enough to protect Xiao Qi.

Tang San straightened his robes, though the wrinkles on his forehead were deeper than before.

Who exactly was the person who had hidden the Douluo plane?

The doors to the Temple of Destruction were tightly shut.

Tang San stood before them for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked three times.

The door opened. The God of Destruction sat upon his throne, holding a sphere of purple-black light that constantly collapsed and expanded, not even lifting his eyelids.

"Sea God. What are you doing here?"

Tang San sat down before him, skipping the pleasantries and getting straight to the point:

"The Douluo Plane has vanished from my perception."

The orb of light in the God of Destruction's hand paused slightly.

"Vanished?"

"Hidden by someone," Tang San said calmly. "I searched several times using the power of the Sea God and the power of Asura, but I could not find it."

The God of Destruction remained silent for a long time.

Given Tang San's strength as a God King, searching several times to no avail meant one of two things: that plane had been utterly destroyed, or—it had been concealed by an existence whose status far surpassed that of a God King.

"I originally thought it was you," Tang San said.

"But after thinking about it, it wasn't you." Tang San looked at him. "You aren't that bored."

"I came here to ask you one thing." Tang San's gaze locked onto his eyes. "You govern the power of destruction; the disintegration of all realms falls within your perception. When the Douluo Plane was hidden, what did you sense?"

The God of Destruction frowned, and the temple remained quiet for a long time.

"Not long ago, for a fleeting moment, I sensed a fluctuation in the Douluo Plane," he said slowly. "It was extremely brief—so brief that if you hadn't brought it up just now, I would have thought it was an illusion. But because it was a plane under your jurisdiction, I did not look into it further."

"If you and I join forces," Tang San said directly, "can we break through that concealment?"

The God of Destruction looked at him, silent for a long time.

The hiding of the Douluo Plane had little to do with him; in fact, it was a result he was happy to see. He had no desire to provoke an existence far stronger than them for the sake of this.

"Sea God," he began, his tone steady, "when someone closes a door, it is because they do not wish for those outside to see what is happening within. If you insist on pushing that door open, you must be prepared for the possibility that an existence you cannot afford to offend is standing on the other side."

Tang San looked at him without speaking.

He appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was cold.

His daughter's divine consciousness had been sealed, the Douluo Plane had been obscured, and the chessboard he had spent ten thousand years arranging had been scattered by a single palm. Yet the God of Destruction—the only one in the God Realm Committee capable of joining forces with him to break the deadlock—chose to stand by and watch.

God of Destruction, you have already invited your own death.

He passed a death sentence on Destruction in his heart, yet his expression remained as calm as ever. He stood up directly and walked toward the exit of the hall.

"I am requesting that this week's God Realm Committee meeting be held early."

The God of Destruction did not change his expression; he did not even leave his throne.

"Feel free."

Tang San's footsteps did not falter. As he reached the door, the God of Destruction's voice came from behind him, sounding indifferent:

"By the way, why hasn't Xiao Qi come to play here lately? I haven't heard her laughter in a long time."

Tang San's footsteps paused for an instant.

"She went to the Douluo Plane for training."

The God of Destruction was silent for a moment.

Then, he stood up from his throne.

"The God Realm Committee meeting—I will go with you."