Watching Tang San race away, Lan Changsheng felt an inexplicable tightness in his heart.
Instinctively, he moved to rise and follow Tang San toward Sea God Island.
To his mind, Tang San's figure heading straight for Sea God Island was far too obstinate. Even across ten thousand miles, it seemed far too much like obedience to the Divine Realm's unseen pull.
Not a trace of hesitation showed on Tang San's face. He did not even pause, like a smiling puppet whose path had been set in advance, looking forward to becoming a real "person."
He was treading the road laid out by the Divine Realm without a single misplaced step.
"This again...?"
Lan Changsheng's gaze darkened slightly. He murmured inwardly, his tone weighed down by a stifling heaviness he could not dispel.
"No matter how I break the deadlock, no matter how I sever the Divine Realm's schemes to interfere in the mortal world..."
Lan Changsheng raised his head toward the azure sky, as though looking through the thick clouds, through the seemingly real barrier in the heavens, at those lofty "gods."
"No matter how many times it happens, are you still so fixated on this?"
Lan Changsheng had only just crushed the Rakshasa God's plot with his own hands and wrecked Qian Daoliu's attempt to ascend to Angel Godhood, forcibly smashing the board through which the Divine Realm controlled the Douluo Continent.
He had thought the continent's affairs were finally settling, that the mortal world could at last escape divine manipulation and enjoy a period of peace and quiet.
Yet the Divine Realm had given them no room to rest. In the blink of an eye, the winds and waves had risen again.
Watching Tang San swiftly recede toward the eastern horizon, Lan Changsheng curled his fingertips slightly.
"Tang