"Time God!" The God of Destruction suddenly realized.
That was right. It was the only possibility.
His opponent's strength was exactly the same as his own-fine, a little stronger-so he must have come from the future.
That made sense. After all, he was the God of Destruction. There was no shame in being defeated by his future self.
Yet Little Purple shook his head. "I am indeed also the God of Destruction, but I didn't come from the future. I came from ten thousand years ago."
"Ten thousand years ago? Impossible!" The God of Destruction did not believe him at all.
Little Purple sighed, then said bluntly, "That's the truth, but our worlds are a little different. There was indeed a Tang San in our era, but he didn't inherit the Shura God's or the Sea God's Divine Seat. Instead, Xiao Lu and I found a successor."
"Then that's even more impossible!" This time, it was the Life Goddess who spoke.
"I'm not particularly attached to my Divine Seat, but Little Purple... let's call him Destruction for now. Destruction could never let go of the Divine Realm. How could he possibly hand over his Divine Seat?"
The Life Goddess knew the God of Destruction all too well, and he kept nodding in agreement.
Seeing their disbelief, Little Purple smiled. "Then what if Xiao Lu was pregnant?"
"What?!" both exclaimed!
Life and Destruction stared at Little Purple, dumbstruck. What had they just heard? Xiao Lu was pregnant!
"Now I'm starting to doubt your identity again." The God of Destruction stared at Little Purple. "Don't you know that destruction and life cannot coexist?"
"But what if they could?" Little Purple grew even more smug. "My successor gave us a cultivation technique called Tai Chi. It's incredibly miraculous. It can fuse two powers