The Sea God Was a Pervert?

But soon, the Goddess of Life's expression darkened.

Lin Ze'an noticed something was wrong and asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

The Goddess of Life didn't answer. She simply waved her hand and drew Lin Ze'an's consciousness over.

"Ugh!"

The instant he made contact, Lin Ze'an abruptly came to his senses, his expression turning extremely grim.

He pressed a hand to his forehead, disgust filling his emerald eyes. "That's way too much for my eyes... Is the Sea God a pervert?!"

Through that brief probe, he had seen the underhanded methods hidden within the Angel God Trial.

The mark left behind by the Sea God actually contained twisted suggestions meant to manipulate the successor's emotions and will. And even...

He couldn't take it anymore. He was still a child. How could anyone use something like that to sully his eyes?

Suddenly, the Goddess of Life sprang to her feet. "He actually dared use such despicable methods to defile the Godhood Inheritance!"

And only after probing it had she discovered that a huge part of the Angel Godhood's authority was missing. The power of judgment and the power of holiness had both been stolen.

At the thought, she gave a light wave of her hand. A faint ripple of energy silently swept through the air, then vanished without a trace.

As Lin Ze'an was puzzling over this, the hairs all over his body suddenly stood on end.

A danger instinctive enough to make his blood run cold sent him darting aside almost without thinking, appearing beside the Goddess of Life.

The instant he moved—

Boom!

A figure radiating a wild aura of destruction appeared where he had just been standing.

The figure was shrouded in a vortex of dark-purple energy. Space warped faintly wherever it passed, and even the plants around it withered in an instant.

The Goddess of Life furrowed her brows slightly, a trace of helplessness flashing through her eyes.

Fortunately, he only wanted to tease Lin Ze'an. He hadn't actually attacked.

She raised her hand lightly, and a gentle green light swept over the figure, soothing its wild aura of destruction somewhat.

"Little Purple, don't fool around. He's my guest."

She turned to Lin Ze'an and said apologetically, "He's the God of Destruction, and also my husband. You can just call him Little Purple."

The dark-purple energy around the God of Destruction slowly receded, revealing a sharply defined face.

His keen gaze swept over Lin Ze'an, curiosity in his eyes. "A Soul Elder who can actually sense me? Interesting."

He turned to the Goddess of Life and asked with great interest, "Xiao Lu, who is this? The successor you picked?"

At those words, Lin Ze'an's mouth twitched slightly.

He didn't bother to explain. He simply raised his right hand, and emerald life force surged from his palm, washing over the God of Destruction.

The flowers that had withered under the taint of the destructive aura were nourished by this life force and came back to life at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Their petals unfurled, their leaves turned green again, and they even looked more radiant than before.

"I'm not her successor." Lin Ze'an lowered his hand and said to the God of Destruction, "I'm Lin Ze'an."

"Greetings, Destruction God King."

A trace of surprise flashed through the God of Destruction's eyes.

Hmm? What's going on? This kid's authority seems off.

As if she had seen through his confusion, the Goddess of Life sent a message to the God of Destruction, telling him what had happened earlier.

As she explained, the God of Destruction's gaze toward Lin Ze'an gradually changed.

It went from scrutiny to solemnity, and finally, he let out a sigh.

So that was what had caused that ominous feeling just now. Turns out this kid had powerful backing.

"Forget it." The God of Destruction withdrew his gaze, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "We'll have plenty of chances to meet again. Let's deal with the matter at hand first."

He raised his hand, and all three of them vanished from where they stood. The next moment, they appeared inside the solemn Douluo Hall.

A gigantic Angel God Statue stood in the center of the hall, its six wings spread wide as it radiated holy light.

The God of Destruction sneered, and dark-purple divine power surged toward the statue like a tide.

His power flowed over the surface of the statue, quickly outlining countless blue patterns—the marks left behind by the Sea God.

After looking for a while, he scoffed, "Tsk... He's nearly stolen all of the Angel God's authority."

He pointed to the densest cluster of blue patterns over the statue's chest.

Lin Ze'an looked closely and only then noticed that the patterns were slowly siphoning the holy power stored within the Angel God Statue.

The Goddess of Life raised her slender hand, and a ray of pure emerald divine light swept over the Angel God Statue.

Where the light passed, the blue marks left behind by the Sea God quickly dissolved, and the statue's surface once again shone with its original golden brilliance.

The marks could be removed, but the stolen authority couldn't be recovered.

Lin Ze'an pondered for a moment, then looked at the two of them with a smile. "Now that I've joined Spirit Hall, Spirit Hall is my home."

"And as the founder of Spirit Hall and the god we worship, the Angel God is naturally family to me as well."

As for why he dared to speak so boldly to two God Kings...

It was because he could sense that the moment the God of Destruction appeared, Mo Ruier's gaze had already turned toward them.

As her successor, he knew she wouldn't interfere with ordinary trials—but she wouldn't allow someone to bully someone weaker than them, either, would she?

At his words, the pupils of the Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction contracted slightly.

Both of them understood what Lin Ze'an meant. He was demanding justice for the Angel God.

The God of Destruction was about to speak, but then he sensed that unseen gaze and fell silent again.

He hadn't noticed it when they first met, but after the kid finished speaking, that faint, looming pressure suddenly became clear, as if warning him.

The moment he dared to make a move, he'd be sent off to become a new life...

After a long while, the God of Destruction simply patted Lin Ze'an on the shoulder and said helplessly, "You'd better focus on your cultivation and hurry up and grow stronger."

"As for everything else, I'll decide what to do."

Once the two of them had vanished in a flash of divine light, Lin Ze'an stood alone in the empty Douluo Hall, gazing at the Angel God Statue, restored to its sacred radiance.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly stiffened.

Wait, this was the forbidden Douluo Hall of Spirit Hall, and it was surrounded by guards.

He had appeared inside the Douluo Hall for no reason. How was he supposed to explain himself when he went back out?

After all, no one had seen him enter the Douluo Hall. From an outsider's point of view, he had appeared out of nowhere.

Should he tell Qian Daoliu that their Angel God was gone and someone had set her up, and that was why he had appeared here?

Qian Daoliu and the others would probably believe him, but wouldn't it sound bizarre?

At the thought, he hurriedly shook his head, trying to toss those ideas out of his mind.

Just as Lin Ze'an was fretting over it, a pale-green vortex of energy silently opened before him.

His eyes lit up at the sight, and he hurried into the vortex.

The next second, Lin Ze'an returned to the place where the Goddess of Life had taken him earlier.

He looked up at the sky and said quietly, "Thank you."