The divine positions in the Divine Realm were already at capacity.
Even the most dazzling talents in the Lower Realm could no longer ascend to godhood.
And those who had ascended to the Divine Realm long ago had all changed their attitudes after becoming gods.
They had no interest in cultivating and only wanted to enjoy retirement.
Over all these years, they had made no progress whatsoever.
Once the Divine Realm encountered a crisis, it still fell to the same few people to shoulder the burden.
To change this situation,
the God of Destruction, as a radical, had always advocated expanding the Divine Realm's territory! He wanted to multiply its core essence several times over!
That way,
it could accommodate more gods.
However, the conservative Tang San opposed this plan.
Perhaps Chen Mo could use Tang San's unauthorized interference in mortal affairs to get the God of Destruction to deal with him.
After all, Tang San held actual administrative control over the Divine Realm Center.
He had also deliberately cultivated a favorable image, winning the support of many.
Now that there was another excellent opportunity to condemn Tang San, how could Destruction let it slip?
Immediately afterward,
Chen Mo found himself stumped again.
He had no way of contacting the God of Destruction.
How could he get him to help?
He twirled the pen in his hand.
A flash of inspiration crossed his mind.
"How did I forget about the plane consciousness?"
"As the ruler of the Douluo Plane, that fellow must be able to contact the God of Destruction!"
"Come to think of it, why haven't I seen that fellow lately? Don't tell me Tang Hao caught up and destroyed it, body and soul?"
Chen Mo's brows knitted tightly at the thought.
If Tang Hao replaced the original plane