Star Dou Great Forest.
A gentle breeze drifted through, rustling the leaves and sending withered yellow foliage fluttering down.
Yet unlike its usual lively atmosphere, the Star Dou Great Forest seemed unnaturally quiet that day. Not a single insect chirped or bird called, as though this entire stretch of space had been isolated and sealed off from the outside world.
Golden glints flashed through Tang San's eyes. As the hall master of the Sky-Blasting Gang's White Tiger Hall, he was naturally no ordinary man. Moreover, after receiving the Nine-Colored Glazed Pearl from the Creator God, he had obtained his own memories from the original timeline. The perspective of a former Divine King allowed him to survey matters from a commanding height, and with his Purple Demon Eyes, he immediately discerned the clear traces of the space rule around him.
Even so, Tang San was not nervous in the slightest. Since the other party possessed strength far beyond his own and could crush him to death with ease, yet had not done so, they presumably only meant to put him in his place and give him a scare.
Tang San swept his gaze around, his handsome face composed and unruffled, and said in a low voice:
"Which deity is lurking in the shadows? Since you possess such a rare ability as the space rule, you surely aren't some nameless figure among the gods of the Divine Realm. Why play hide-and-seek with a junior like me?"
The surrounding Star Dou Great Forest was clearly vast, yet after Tang San spoke, his words echoed endlessly as though he stood in a narrow corridor. Layer upon layer repeated, like demonic voices piercing the ears and bringing on a headache.
"Heeheehee! Heeheehee! Heeheehee!"
A peal of silver-bell laughter rang out from deep within the forest,