Destruction Scepter in the Left Hand, Life Ancient Tree in the Right

When Tang Wutong arrived at the Life Palace again, her eyes were still slightly red, clearly showing that she had just been crying.

She sat dejectedly on the cushioned couch beneath the Life Ancient Tree, her legs dangling and swaying in the air as her little hands kept tugging at her skirt, looking as though she had suffered the greatest injustice in the world.

"Little Wutong, what's wrong?"

Just then, a deep, resonant voice came from the doorway.

A tall figure strode inside. He wore a purple robe, his face cold and imposing, while an suffocating aura of pressure radiated from his body.

Yet the moment he saw Tang Wutong's aggrieved little face, his sharp gaze instantly softened.

The newcomer was none other than the God of Destruction, one of the five great God Kings of the Divine Realm, and Li Changsheng's father.

The instant Tang Wutong saw the God of Destruction, it was as if she had found someone to rely on. Her tears immediately spilled over.

She jumped down from the couch and rushed to the God of Destruction in a few quick steps. Raising her little face, she complained pitifully, "Uncle Purple, my dad bullied me! I tried to discuss something with him nicely. It would've been fine if he refused, but he even wanted to hit me!"

The God of Destruction frowned, crouched down, and wiped the tears from Tang Wutong's face. In a gentle tone, he asked, "What happened? Tell Uncle Purple slowly. I'll stand up for you."

Tang Wutong sniffled as she recounted what had happened, not forgetting to embellish the story at the end. "I only wanted to ask him for something to save my life, not his divine position! But not only did he refuse, he even yelled at me! Uncle Purple, tell me, what kind of father acts like that? Aunt Green treats Changsheng so well—she gives him whatever he wants. My dad, on the other hand, is stingy to death!"

After hearing this, the God of Destruction fell silent for quite a while, an utterly baffled expression appearing on his face.

"Little Wutong!"

Carefully choosing his words, he asked, "Why do you need life-saving means when nothing has happened? Your father is a God King. Who in the entire Divine Realm would dare lay a hand on you?"

Tang Wutong blinked her bright, lively eyes and answered as though it were only natural, "Just because there's no one here doesn't mean there's no one in the lower realms."

"The lower realms?"

The God of Destruction was completely dumbfounded.

He stood there blankly, his mind racing as he tried to understand what Tang Wutong meant.

What did she mean, just because there was no one here didn't mean there was no one in the lower realms?

He knew every word she said, but why was the sentence so hard to understand when put together?

Why leave the perfectly good Divine Realm to go to the lower realms?

Those places had thin energy and incomplete laws. What was there to see?

Just then, a clear voice rang out from nearby. "Because she wants to go to the Douluo Continent to have fun."

As the voice spoke, Li Changsheng and the Goddess of Life walked over side by side.

Upon hearing that answer, the God of Destruction immediately understood.

Even so, he was still somewhat puzzled. Frowning, he asked, "Why go all the way to the Douluo Continent for fun? Isn't the Divine Realm fun enough?"

Tang Wutong nodded vigorously. "Mm-hmm, we've already played through all of it! The Divine Realm is only this big. Changsheng and I have long since explored every corner, and there's really nothing new left. So I came to find Changsheng and asked him to go with me."

The God of Destruction turned to Li Changsheng, his gaze questioning. "You agreed?"

Li Changsheng nodded and replied seriously, "Mm-hmm. Wutong is right. The Divine Realm is too boring, so it would be better to go take a look at the lower realms. Besides..."

He paused, and a mature gleam flashed through his eyes. "It would also be a good chance to grow quickly, so that in the future I can inherit your divine positions and share some of your burdens."

Hearing this, the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life exchanged a glance, satisfaction appearing in both their eyes.

As expected of their child. At such a young age, he already knew how to share their burdens.

His awareness and sense of responsibility filled them with immense comfort.

While the children of other God Kings were still thinking about how to play and enjoy themselves, their son was already considering inheriting their divine positions.

The God of Destruction felt greatly pleased and no longer hesitated.

He waved his hand, black light surging in his palm.

The next moment, a pitch-black staff radiating an aura of destruction appeared out of thin air in his hand.

It was his natal divine artifact, the Destruction Scepter.

"Take it."

Without giving Li Changsheng a chance to say anything, the God of Destruction stuffed the Destruction Scepter into his arms and instructed, "The lower realms are not like the Divine Realm. Though you have the protection of my and your mother's bloodlines, you may still encounter some blind fools. This scepter has followed me for many years and contains a wisp of my origin divine power. At a critical moment, it can save your life."

Before Li Changsheng could say anything, the Goddess of Life also stepped forward with a smile.

She extended her slender jade-like hand, green light flowing across her palm.

The next moment, a palm-sized ancient tree, emerald green from top to bottom, appeared in the air.

It was the Goddess of Life's true body as well as a super divine artifact—the Life Ancient Tree.

Li Changsheng held the Destruction Scepter in his left hand and supported the Life Ancient Tree in his right.

Purple and green divine light enveloped his entire body, making him look both imposing and sacred.

Tang Wutong stood at the side, watching the scene with her own eyes, so envious that tears nearly welled up.

She looked at the Destruction Scepter in Li Changsheng's hand, then at the ancient tree emanating the aura of life.

Thinking of how stingy her own father was, she suddenly felt that she was simply the most miserable child in the world.

"Aunt Green..."

Tang Wutong dashed before the Goddess of Life, wrapped her arms around her long jade-like leg, and looked up with large, watery eyes. "How about I become your goddaughter instead? My dad is too stingy. He never gives me anything! Look at Changsheng—he has the Destruction Scepter and the Life Ancient Tree, while I have nothing..."

Tang Wutong's words left the Goddess of Life both amused and helpless.

She bent down, gently patted Tang Wutong's head, and said softly, "Silly child, your father is doing it for your own good too..."

"He is not doing it for my own good!"

Tang Wutong pouted and retorted, "He's just stingy!"

The God of Destruction, standing nearby, could not stand it any longer.

He strode forward, rubbed Tang Wutong's head, and said in a booming voice, "Come, go with Uncle Purple! I'll take you to demand it from your father! If he refuses to give you anything, what kind of father is he? Today, Uncle Purple will definitely get justice for you!"

Tang Wutong's eyes lit up, and she nodded rapidly. "Exactly! Uncle Purple is the best!"

With that, she immediately released the Goddess of Life's leg and happily followed behind the God of Destruction like a little tail, heading toward the Sea God's Palace.

Before leaving, she did not forget to turn around and wink at Li Changsheng, her expression plainly saying, Watch me!

Li Changsheng watched the large and small figures gradually disappear into the distance and could not help shaking his head with a smile.

He had a feeling that the Sea God's Palace was going to be lively today.