Tearing Apart the Seal, the God Realm's Helpless Fury

It was absolute suppression on the dimensional level!

Within the sea of consciousness, the Destructive White-Light Blast paid no heed whatsoever to the warning of the Sea God's phantom.

Wherever the white light passed, the seemingly vast and boundless blue divine power was like remnant snow beneath a blazing sun. It had no room to resist and instantly vaporized into nothingness.

The Sea God's phantom finally sensed that something was wrong. A flicker of panic seemed to cross his indistinct face.

He raised the golden trident in his hand, trying to summon more divine consciousness.

But it was too late.

The white light pierced straight through the phantom's chest.

There was no explosion, no roar.

That seemingly invincible phantom of the Sea God collapsed under the wash of white light like a punctured soap bubble, instantly breaking into countless motes of light before being utterly erased.

At the same time, the trident mark that had shackled Wang Dong'er's soul vanished into nothingness as well.

God Realm.

Inside the mist-shrouded Sea God's Pavilion.

Tang San sat before a chessboard carved from white jade.

He held a black stone between his fingers, a knowing smile resting on his lips.

His ten-thousand-year plan for Douluo Continent, the path of the child of destiny—everything lay within his calculations.

Before long, the boy named Huo Yuhao would meet the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm and naturally step into the net Tang San had so carefully woven.

And the strand of divine consciousness he had left within Little Seven would ensure that she approached that child of destiny according to the script. In the end, she would bring the new fortune of Douluo Continent back to the God Realm intact, where it would become nourishment to consolidate his position as God King.

"Perfect."

Tang San softly uttered the two words and prepared to place the black stone.

Suddenly.

His movements froze.

An indescribable agony surged from the depths of his soul, as if someone had used a rusty saw to forcibly cut away a piece of his divine soul!

Crack!

The black stone shattered into powder.

Tang San's formerly gentle face instantly twisted, turning as pale as paper.

Who was it?!

He roared furiously in his heart.

The strand of divine consciousness he had left deep within Little Seven's soul had actually been forcibly erased!

And it had been erased so thoroughly that not even a trace remained!

How was this possible?

How could anyone in a low-level plane like Douluo Continent possibly oppose the divine consciousness of a God King?!

Even a mere strand of divine consciousness was absolutely beyond the reach of mortals!

Enduring the pain of his soul being torn apart, Tang San hurriedly closed his eyes and tried to investigate Douluo Continent through the God Realm's core.

He wanted to see exactly what reckless thing dared to ruin his ten-thousand-year plan!

His divine consciousness crossed the endless void and forcibly descended above the Star Dou Great Forest.

However.

Just as his divine consciousness was about to see what was happening beside the stream—

Two pairs of eyes appeared in his perception without warning.

One pair was crimson, deep enough to swallow all light.

The other was icy blue, cold enough to freeze the laws of time.

Those two pairs of eyes merely gave him a cold glance.

Boom!

Tang San felt as though his divine consciousness had slammed into an insurmountable wall of sighs from a higher dimension.

A terrifying backlash followed that strand of divine consciousness and blasted directly into the source of his divine soul!

Pfft!

Within Sea God's Pavilion, Tang San suddenly opened his eyes and sprayed a mouthful of golden divine blood into the air!

His body trembled violently, his eyes filled with unconcealable terror.

What was that thing?!

That was not a power that should exist on Douluo Continent at all!

"Third Brother, what happened to you?"

Xiao Wu heard the commotion and hurried over. When she saw the blood at the corner of Tang San's lips, her face drained of color.

Tang San clenched his teeth tightly and forcibly swallowed the blood churning in his throat.

He absolutely could not show weakness at a time like this.

He was the God Realm's enforcer, the supreme God King.

"I'm fine." Tang San wiped the golden blood from his lips and forced a gentle smile. "There was a minor change in the lower realm. I merely suffered a slight backlash from my divine power."

Though he spoke lightly, his nails had already dug deep into his flesh.

Douluo Continent had slipped out of control.

The script he had been so proud of had been forcibly torn open at one corner.

In the lower realm, within the Star Dou Great Forest.

Wang Dong'er lay sprawled on the grass by the stream like a puddle of mud.

The instant the seal shattered, the memories that had been forcibly stripped from her flooded into her mind like water bursting through a broken dam.

She remembered.

She was not Wang Dong'er at all. She was the little princess of the God Realm, Tang Wutong.

She remembered the cold secret chamber.

She remembered Tang San's face, seemingly kind yet cold to the extreme.

"Little Seven, for the future of the God Realm, you must suffer a little grievance."

"I will tear your soul apart. Half will remain here to keep Daddy company, while the other half will go to the lower realm."

"Don't be afraid. Daddy will leave divine consciousness inside your soul. You will forget all this and happily follow the path Daddy has arranged for you."

Each golden fragment of memory was like a blade, cutting her once-unshakable faith into pieces.

So the family she had been proud of, the father she had loved so dearly, had all been a complete and utter lie.

She was merely a tool.

A puppet whose soul was incomplete, with strings pulled by another.

Wang Dong'er gasped for breath, her clothes already soaked through with cold sweat.

She stared blankly at her reflection in the stream.

That delicate, beautiful face now seemed so ridiculous.

Tears spilled uncontrollably from her eyes.

She raised her head and, through her blurred, tear-filled vision, looked toward the black-clad boy on the opposite bank.

Yu Chen had already withdrawn his martial soul.

He stood above her, looking down at her. His gaze remained as suffocatingly cold as ever.

There was no sympathy, no pity.

Yet it was precisely that coldness that made Wang Dong'er feel an unprecedented sense of reality.

This boy, who had torn apart her entire false world—

Had become the only light in her eyes.

Her suppressed sobs echoed beside the stream.

Wang Dong'er clawed desperately at the dirt beneath her hands, grime packed beneath her fingernails, yet she was completely unaware of it.

The pain of shattered faith was ten thousand times crueler than any torment of the flesh.

She did not know whom she should hate, nor did she know what she even was now.

A broken soul used as a chess piece by her own biological father?

Yu Chen stood on the opposite bank, quietly watching her cry.

He did not walk over to offer her a handkerchief, nor did he utter a single false word of comfort.

The strong had no need to sympathize with the weak.

In his eyes, if Wang Dong'er could not even withstand this much truth, then she might as well die here.

He did not collect trash.

About half an incense stick's time later, her sobs gradually weakened.

Yu Chen turned around and headed toward the outskirts of the forest.

"W-where are you going?"

Wang Dong'er's hoarse voice came from behind him, carrying a trace of panic.

Yu Chen did not look back, nor did his steps pause in the slightest.

"I have no obligation to report my whereabouts to a puppet."

The words were like a slap across Wang Dong'er's face.

Yet strangely, she felt no anger at all. Instead, a powerful sense of panic rose within her.

She could not stay here.

She had nowhere to go.