Ning Rongrong was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. From childhood, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo had showered her with affection. She had practically grown up steeped in a jar of honey.
Although Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were the sect's guardian Douluos, they had always treated Ning Rongrong as their own daughter. They feared dropping her if they held her in their palms, and melting her if they held her in their mouths, caring for her in every possible way.
At the thought, remembrance and sorrow involuntarily surfaced on the face of Ning Rongrong, the Nine-Colored Goddess. Beside her, Oscar, the Food God, drew her into his arms and gently stroked her back.
Besides, logically speaking, Tang San was the Divine Realm's God King of Law Enforcement. If Ning Rongrong pleaded with him, wouldn't those so-called rules and statutes be whatever he said they were?
Since he could resurrect ordinary people who had no cultivation, why couldn't he resurrect Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo?
Yet this God King Tang was absolutely determined not to save his benefactors. Every other word was about the Divine Realm's statutes and laws, all dressed up in grand, high-sounding righteousness.
At the thought, Ning Rongrong and Oscar exchanged a glance, an unusual gleam flashing through both their eyes.
"Tang San, many humans in the lower realms have recently reached the limits of cultivation. They need god positions to enter our Divine Realm, and the Divine Realm urgently needs expansion. Why do you keep obstructing it?" the God of Destruction asked coldly.
Tang San frowned. "Destruction, the Divine Realm's rules were established long ago. How can we speak so lightly of changing them? Moreover, expanding the Divine Realm could shake its very foundations. It is inadvisable. Although humans in