That was the Divine Realm's hope for the future, and his bargaining chip.
"Come with me."
The Divine Realm drifted through chaos.
Space-time turbulence swept up the wreckage of the entire Divine Realm like an endless torrent, carrying it into unknown depths.
The gods gathered behind Tang San, barely maintaining their final formation atop the shattered remains of the central hall.
After drifting for an unknown length of time, they saw a stretch of absolute darkness ahead.
That darkness was deeper than the space-time turbulence, more still than chaos.
All light was swallowed, and all laws were twisted.
A black hole. The Divine Realm had been swept into a black hole.
Tang San stood at the very front, gazing into that absolute darkness.
Behind him, the gods were silent. No one spoke.
Rong Nianbing tightened his grip on the Ghost Carving Divine Saber, while Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing stood shoulder to shoulder.
Oscar and Ning Rongrong stood among the Shrek Six Monsters, and Ma Hongjun's Phoenix God flames flickered faintly in the darkness.
Inside the black hole, all was deathly still.
The Divine Realm's wreckage slowly moved through the darkness, without direction or end.
Tang San clenched the two seeds in his hand, his gaze piercing the endless darkness.
His ten-thousand-year plan, the Douluo Continent upon which he had laid his schemes for ten millennia, his daughter, his fortune, his everything.
All of it had been left behind in that world to which he could never return.
He turned around and looked toward the direction where the Douluo Continent had vanished for the last time.
Sadly, of the several Divine Realms that had fallen into the black hole together in the original story, only theirs remained now, struggling desperately within it.
They might never have a chance to leave