A Glimpse from the God Realm

A gentle breeze drifted in from Sea God Island, carrying the crisp, rich fragrance of vegetation from the Golden Ancient Tree.

He was preparing to head to the Outer Court.

At the same time, in the God Realm, within the Sea God Temple.

Tang San lounged lazily against a long chair wreathed in cloud patterns.

Before him floated a translucent, crystalline oval object.

Images played across its surface, reflecting the scenes of the lower realm in real time.

The view settled on the bluestone path outside the Shrek Outer Court dormitories.

It clearly showed Tang Wulin returning from Sea God Island, the hem of his robes fluttering in the wind.

Tang San looked at the God Realm core, his tone brimming with unconcealed pride and certainty.

"As expected of my son. But compared to Huo Yuhao, it would be better to cultivate some sibling affection."

"Or perhaps we shouldn't let up on this Huo Yuhao. Have him stay in the room next door!"

"Living together day after day, their bond will naturally take deep root."

"But as for this Huo Yuhao..."

He paused slightly. The faint smile on his face gradually faded, and he began muttering to himself in a casual tone carrying an innate disdain. His eyes held the amusement of someone who had everything under control.

"The so-called chosen one favored by fate, worshipped by the world, is, to me..."

"Nothing more than a servant meant to bow his head and obey my son."

Tang San's gaze shifted.

The image changed, settling on the dormitory stairway.

It clearly showed Tang Wulin lowering his head as he gently reminded Na'er of something.

He stared intently at the girl's silver hair and purple eyes for several breaths.

Then he murmured softly, calculation hidden deep within his gaze.

"The Silver Dragon King... Her talent and appearance are worthy of my son."

"Only, her temperament is unruly and difficult to tame. She poses no small hidden danger."

"But if she can be completely subdued, she will also be an excellent aid. Huo Yuhao is only fit to be a dog of the Tang family!"

Tang San lightly tapped the God Realm core with a finger. The entire image instantly shattered into specks of light and vanished without a trace. He rose and walked to the window, looking down over the boundless, roiling sea of clouds in the God Realm.

A confident smile of assured victory curled at his lips.

At this moment, within the Life Goddess Temple.

The atmosphere was far more complicated and grave than that of the Sea God Temple.

The Life Goddess reclined against a vine-wrapped chair, a clear emerald orb of light hovering above her fingertips.

At the center of the orb was a reflected image of the lower realm.

It showed Tang Wulin and Na'er walking side by side, speaking and laughing gently.

Watching the girl tilt her head back with a faint smile, a trace of worry gathered between her brows. She turned to the Destruction God at her side and spoke softly.

"Little Zi, did you see that? That silver-haired little girl is the Silver Dragon King."

The Destruction God had been resting with his eyes closed, fine arcs of purple lightning winding around him. At her words, he slowly opened one eye.

He gave the figures in the light orb an indifferent glance, then snorted coldly and closed his eyes again, his voice low and heavy.

"It's her."

"Her aura is extremely similar to half of the Dragon God's. It isn't as if we've never seen it before."

"Even if she turned to ash, I would recognize her."

"If she stays by Little Lin's side every day, could something unexpected happen..."

The Life Goddess did not finish voicing her concerns. Her fingers curled slightly, and the light of the orb dimmed by several degrees.

Hearing this, the Destruction God abruptly opened his eyes fully and sat upright. He reached out and gently pried apart her clenched fingers.

Strands of gentle purple light overflowed from his palm and softly enveloped her fingertips.

His tone was tender, yet carried an unquestionable sharpness and ruthlessness.

"You need not worry."

"If she truly keeps him company with sincerity and behaves herself, it will be her good fortune."

"But if she dares harbor other intentions and deliberately schemes against Little Lin—"

The purple light in his palm suddenly surged, and fine lightning crackled explosively.

Half his face was hidden in the dark shadows beneath his hood, his presence icy and imposing.

"My Violet Firmament Divine Thunder has never shown mercy to a gravely injured Silver Dragon King!"

Upon hearing this, most of the worry in the Life Goddess's heart dissipated.

She gently grasped his wrist in return and softly patted it.

Her tone became gentle and mild once more.

"That is true. The Silver Dragon King's origin and the Golden Dragon King bloodline within Little Lin share the same root. If the two of them truly accompany and support one another, they may not be unable to forge a path beyond the Dragon God."

The Destruction God's hostility faded, and his expression softened somewhat. After a brief moment of thought, he gave another solemn reminder.

"So long as she behaves herself and does not cause trouble, I will allow her to live freely. But if she dares entertain the slightest improper thought..."

"I will make sure even her final wisp of remnant soul is completely annihilated! Though that would indeed be somewhat unfair to the Dragon God, compared to our son, this little debt and guilt are burdens I, Destruction, will bear."

With that, he leaned back against the chair and closed his eyes to rest again.

The purple light wrapped around the Life Goddess's fingertips never loosened.

In the lower realm, at dusk.

By the time Tang Wulin returned from Sea God Island, the sky had already darkened considerably.

The last lingering glow hung in the western sky, orange-red clouds scattered by the wind like crumpled silk.

He arrived at the entrance to Dormitory 108 and took out his key, inserting it into the lock.

With a light turn, the door opened in response.

A faint, refreshing scent of soapberry greeted him.

It was mixed with the warm, damp scent left behind after wood had been wiped with clean water.

The heavy smell of dust from before had vanished completely.

The dusty windowsill looked brand new, spotless and gleaming.

The tabletop had been wiped until it shone like a mirror, clearly reflecting figures in its surface.

The old bedboards were covered with brand-new, clean straw mats.

All the cobwebs in the corners had been cleared away. There was not a trace of clutter, and shallow, not-yet-dry watermarks remained on the floor, yet it was so clean that the wood grain of the floorboards was clearly visible.

Huo Yuhao was crouched in a corner, holding a dry cloth as he carefully wiped away the last traces of water.

Hearing the door open, he immediately turned around.

The person who entered was not Tang Wulin, but a youth whose features seemed somewhat similar to Tang Wulin's. The youth's blue-pink hair fluttered in the air, and Huo Yuhao's favorable impression of him instantly rose.

But the moment the other person spoke, Huo Yuhao immediately decided that this person was nothing like Brother Tang. He was simply the sort of pampered young master Huo Yuhao hated most!

Just as the two were about to start arguing, Tang Wulin pushed open the door and entered.

"What are you two doing?" Tang Wulin asked, pretending not to know.

"Y-you-you!" Wang Dong pointed at the newcomer, then looked at Huo Yuhao, confusion flashing through her eyes. "I-isn't our dormitory supposed to be for two people?"

"Yes. This is my friend from the dorm next door. I asked him to come over and help me tidy up some things." A faint smile flashed across Tang Wulin's face.

Sea God Tang San's Tang Wutong.

No, she should be called Wang Dong now!

"I hope you won't bring this sort of disreputable person into our dormitory again!" For some reason, Wang Dong's tone noticeably softened as she looked at Tang Wulin.

"He is my friend, not some disreputable person." Tang Wulin wore a polite smile. His eyes briefly glanced at Huo Yuhao before turning to Wang Dong. "I hope this classmate can show a little more respect toward others."

"Thank you, Brother Tang, but I want to fight him and teach him what respect means!" Huo Yuhao said, anger blazing in his eyes.

Hearing that, Tang Wulin raised a hand to his forehead, a trace of helplessness flashing across his face.