The Sea God is a Pervert?

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

Lin Ze'an sensed her change in demeanor and asked in confusion, "What is it?"

The Goddess of Life did not answer; she merely waved her hand, drawing Lin Ze'an's consciousness toward her.

"Ugh!"

The moment they made contact, Lin Ze'an snapped back to reality, his face turning ghastly pale.

He clutched his forehead, his emerald eyes filled with revulsion. "That was eye-searing... is the Sea God a pervert?!"

Through that brief probe, he had seen the sordid methods hidden within the Angel God's trials.

The mark planted by the Sea God actually contained twisted suggestions aimed at the successor's emotions and willpower, and even...

No, he was still just a child; how could he let such things pollute his eyes?

Suddenly, the Goddess of Life stood up abruptly. "He actually dared to use such base methods to defile the inheritance of a godhood!"

Furthermore, after her investigation, she realized that a large portion of the Angel God's authority was missing; both the power of judgment and the power of holiness had been stolen.

Thinking of this, she flicked her wrist, and a subtle ripple of energy swept silently through the air before vanishing into nothingness.

Just as Lin Ze'an was feeling puzzled, the hair on his body suddenly stood on end.

An instinctive sense of crisis made him dodge almost subconsciously, appearing at the side of the Goddess of Life.

The very instant he moved—

"BOOM!"

A figure radiating a violent, destructive aura appeared exactly where he had been standing a moment before.

The figure was shrouded in a vortex of dark purple energy; wherever it passed, space warped slightly, and even the surrounding plants withered instantly.

The Goddess of Life frowned slightly, a trace of helplessness flashing in her eyes.

Fortunately, he only wanted to tease Lin Ze'an and hadn't truly attacked.

She raised her hand gently, and a soft green light brushed past, slightly soothing that violent aura of destruction.

"Little Purple, don't be unruly. This is my guest."

She turned to Lin Ze'an and said apologetically, "He is 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 face with sharp, angular features.

His piercing gaze swept over Lin Ze'an with a hint of curiosity. "A Soul Master, yet you were able to detect me? Interesting."

He turned to the Goddess of Life and asked with great interest, "Little Green, who is this? The successor you chose?"

Hearing this, the corner of Lin Ze'an's mouth twitched slightly.

He did not argue, but calmly raised his right hand. Emerald life force surged from his palm and brushed over the God of Destruction's surroundings.

The flowers that had withered from the erosion of the destructive aura began to regain their vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye under the nourishment of this life force!

The petals unfurled, the stems and leaves turned green again, and they looked even more vibrant and delicate than before.

"I am not her successor," Lin Ze'an said to the God of Destruction as he withdrew his hand. "I am Lin Ze'an."

"Greetings, God King of Destruction."

Seeing this, a flash of surprise crossed the God of Destruction's eyes.

Hm? What is going on? This kid's authority feels off.

As if sensing his confusion, the Goddess of Life sent a telepathic message to the God of Destruction, informing him of what had transpired.

As she spoke, the way the God of Destruction looked at Lin Ze'an gradually changed.

His initial scrutiny turned into gravity, and finally, he sighed.

He had been wondering about that ominous premonition earlier; it turned out this kid had a background.

"Fine," the God of Destruction withdrew his gaze, a cold sharpness flashing in his eyes. "We will have plenty of opportunities to meet in the future. Let's handle the real business first."

He raised his hand, and the three of them vanished from the spot, appearing the next moment within the solemn and majestic Hall of Douluo.

A massive statue of the Angel God stood in the center of the hall, its six wings spread wide, radiating holy brilliance.

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

The divine power flowed over the surface of the statue, quickly outlining dense, intricate blue patterns—the very marks planted by the Sea God.

After watching for a moment, he mocked, "Tsk... they've almost stolen the Angel God's authority entirely."

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

Lin Ze'an looked closely and realized that those patterns were slowly siphoning the holy power stored within the Angel God statue.

The Goddess of Life raised her slender hand, and a pure, emerald divine light swept over the statue.

Wherever the light passed, the blue marks left by the Sea God began to dissolve rapidly, and the surface of the statue regained its original golden radiance.

However, while the marks could be erased, the stolen authority could not be returned.

Lin Ze'an pondered for a moment, then looked at the two of them and smiled, "Since I have joined the Spirit Hall, the Spirit Hall is my home."

"And as the founder of the Spirit Hall and a god of faith, the Angel God is naturally my family as well."

As for why he dared to be so bold as to speak to two God Kings in such a manner...

It was because he could sense that from the very moment the God of Destruction appeared, Mo Ruier's gaze had been fixed upon this place.

As her successor, she wouldn't interfere with his normal training, but she certainly wouldn't allow anyone to bully him for being younger and weaker, would she?

As his words fell, the pupils of the Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction constricted 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 upon sensing that invisible gaze, he fell silent once more.

He hadn't felt it when they first met, but after the boy finished that sentence, that faint, lingering sense of oppression suddenly became distinct, as if it were warning him.

If he dared to make a move, he would be sent off to be turned into new life...

After a long while, the God of Destruction merely patted Lin Ze'an on the shoulder and said helplessly, "You had better focus on your cultivation and hurry up to improve your strength."

"As for other matters, this god will make his own decisions."

After the two dissolved into divine light and vanished, Lin Ze'an stood alone in the vast Douluo Hall, gazing at the Angel God statue that had regained its sanctity.

He had just let out a sigh of relief when he suddenly froze.

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

He had appeared in the Douluo Hall for no apparent reason; how was he supposed to explain this when he went out?

One had to realize that no one had seen him walk into the Douluo Hall; from the perspective of outsiders, he had appeared out of thin air.

Was he supposed to tell Qian Daoliu that because his Angel God was gone and had been set up by someone, that was why he had appeared here?

Although Qian Daoliu and the others would likely believe him, it still sounded incredibly bizarre, didn't it?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly shook his head, casting these thoughts out of his mind.

Just as Lin Ze'an was feeling troubled, a pale green energy vortex unfolded silently before him.

Seeing this, his eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped into the vortex.

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

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