Running into That Girl Wutong

This God of Destruction seems a little tsundere. Minghui opened his mouth, thinking this to himself. He felt that the God of Destruction was somewhat displeased that he had failed to remember his appearance in the dream, which was why he had appeared separately to let him see clearly. It seemed he still cared about his image.

Unlike that Daughter Con Tang San—utterly shameless!

He turned to look at the others. All of them had their heads lowered, clearly frightened by the male voice that had suddenly sounded from the sky.

After all, there was no need to think about whose voice that had been—the God of Destruction's.

"Cough, cough." He turned to Du Busi and gave a light cough as a reminder. "Teacher, the two True Gods have already left."

Left? Du Busi seemed as though he were still dreaming as he belatedly raised his head.

Holy crap, a complete transformation?

Minghui was startled and cried out in astonishment, "Teacher, you've become younger! You look at least ten years younger!"

The wrinkles on Du Busi's face had mostly vanished. His features were sharply defined, and he looked exceptionally rugged.

On the other side, Du Busi was equally shocked as he stared at his disciple in amazement. "Hui'er, your illness is cured?"

His hair was still white, but his complexion was no longer pale. It was rosy and lustrous, and he looked incredibly healthy!

"I-I... I seem to have become younger too!" An aged cry of alarm immediately rang out from the crowd, its tone full of disbelief.

"I think my illness is cured too." Someone straightened up with renewed vigor.

"My old rheumatic legs are better too. Heavens, I can walk!" Someone stood up in wild delight.

"..." One person after another felt the changes in their bodies.

Then they all turned to look at Minghui, their gazes burning.

Without question, all of this had been brought about by this child. Without Minghui, the two True Gods would never have descended.

Moreover, to receive such favor from the Twin Gods, Minghui was destined to achieve extraordinary things in the future. He might even become a god.

This child had the potential to become a god!

Minghui's scalp tingled under their stares, and he quickly looked to his teacher, Du Busi. "Teacher, the God of Destruction appeared before leaving just now."

"Do you need me to simulate him?"

"Of course!" Du Busi blurted out, then swept a solemn gaze across the crowd.

"Everyone, return for now. Once the God of Destruction's statue has been made, I will have someone notify you to come and pay your respects, to show due reverence. Also, remember this: Hui'er's words about protection shall henceforth be the doctrine of our Body Sect."

"Yes, Sect Leader!" everyone shouted in unison.

"Also, do not reveal a single word about what happened just now, including what happened to Hui'er, to anyone outside for the time being." Du Busi continued, "Otherwise, you will be dealt with according to sect law! As for what we will say publicly, I will discuss it with the elders and notify everyone later."

As he spoke, his gaze did not forget to sweep over Princess Vina.

"Yes, Sect Leader!" Princess Vina answered decisively along with the others. She understood Du Busi's meaning as well.

A tree that rises above the forest is sure to be toppled by the wind.

Anything involving gods would inevitably draw attention from all sides, and there would certainly be people with ill intentions among them.

They could not bring trouble to the Sect, much less bring trouble to Minghui before he had grown up!

Junior Disciple Minghui undoubtedly had the potential to become a god. This was of enormous significance to the Body Sect—it concerned their vindication and their future development. One only had to think of the influence the first generation of the Shrek Seven Devils had brought to Shrek Academy after becoming gods.

No one would be willing to let such an opportunity slip away!

Du Busi nodded slightly, then turned to Minghui. "Hui'er, come with your teacher."

He had to thoroughly examine the changes in his disciple's body later!

Even he, merely illuminated by the Light of Life, had experienced a tremendous surge of vitality within his body. It felt as though his lifespan had suddenly increased by several decades. He was now even more confident about breaking through to Rank 99 in the future.

If even he had changed so much, there was no need to mention his disciple, whose entire body had been bathed in the Light of Life.

Just thinking about it filled him with anticipation, and he hurriedly turned and walked toward the rear.

"Yes, Teacher." Minghui followed close behind.

The elders followed in unison. Looking at the small figure ahead of them, their hearts burned with passion, and they felt full of confidence in the Body Sect's future.

"Hehe, Third Elder, I've broken through to Rank 90." An old man in the crowd grinned from ear to ear.

He had been stuck at Rank 89 for many years. Breaking through that bottleneck in a single stroke—nothing could have made him happier.

"Good, good, good! Our Body Sect has gained another Title Douluo. A cause for celebration!" Upon hearing this, the Third Elder's aged face blossomed with a smile.

He, too, had gained no small benefit from being illuminated by the Light of Life.

"Congratulations, congratulations!" His old companions, who had also gained something, all smiled and offered their congratulations.

"..."

Meanwhile, in the God Realm, the Goddess of Life, whose consciousness had returned to her body, looked at her husband with reddened eyes and a face full of sorrow.

"Xiao Zi, I never expected us to meet our old friend again in such a way."

"Alas." The usually taciturn God of Destruction could not help but sigh as well. If Minghui had only dreamed of them and the Ancient Tree of Life, he could have guessed that perhaps that piece of Eternal Gold, which had seen them in the God Realm, had developed consciousness. But if he had dreamed of Evil God and Good God, then it could only have been one of the Old Gods from the past. After all, Evil God and Good God had long since gone to the lower realms for the Cycle of Rebirth by the time the Eternal Gold arrived.

Not to mention that he had even seen a creature suspected to be the Dragon God.

Furthermore, the scene Minghui had described was very much like what one would see after being struck down, at the brink of death—the final image of one's life.

This was an Old God who had fought alongside them in that great battle.

At that thought, his mind began to wander as he recalled memories from the past, attempting to identify who it was.

He found nothing. That battle had been far too chaotic.

The Goddess of Life also fell into brief recollection before pondering aloud, "If I am not mistaken, his Godhood was shattered in that battle long ago, and even his divine soul suffered severe damage. He may have even lost part of his memories because of it. This prevented him from promptly recovering his memories in the subsequent cycles of rebirth and re-forming the God Position he once possessed."

"The countless failures that followed forced him to seek another path."

"The path of time and space was another path he had explored while lacking his memories."

"And the Power of Time and Space sealed within his soul was very likely cultivated in his previous life. He was paving the way for this life."

By this point, the sorrow on her face had deepened.

"But the God of Time and the God of Space already have masters for their God Positions."

"He cannot succeed."

"His previous life most likely failed in the end for this very reason."

"Xiao Zi, too many years have passed since that battle ended, and he has undergone too many cycles of rebirth as well. These will continually erode his former memories. If this continues, sooner or later, he will completely forget the memories of when he first became a god."

"And when that happens, we will truly lose this old friend of ours forever."

"Xiao Lu, you should know the rules." The God of Destruction sighed. Watching a comrade who had once fought at his side end up like this made him feel terrible too, but rules were rules. "We cannot break the rules just because he is an old acquaintance of ours."

Countless years had passed, and the world had changed beyond recognition. How could Minghui's situation be an isolated case? He sighed inwardly.

Many Deities had participated in that great battle, yet very few remained in the God Realm. Some had fallen completely in the battle, their souls scattered. Others, like Minghui, had been severely injured, their remnants of souls fleeing into the Cycle of Rebirth.

Some had returned, but there were exceedingly few.

Why had they not returned? Was it not because the cycles of rebirth had worn away their memories and divinity until they had become ordinary people?

He had once searched for them in the lower realms, intending to offer some assistance. After all, these Deities had died fighting for the God Realm and possessed outstanding merit.

But among the countless billions of living beings in the lower realms, even as a God King, he could not attend to them all. Especially those whose God Positions had shattered and who had lost their divinity—the God Realm could not sense their existence at all. He could only wait for them to cultivate to a certain level, recover their memories, and find a way to contact them on their own.

Just like Minghui now, who had drawn their attention by establishing faith.

Yet even so, with the God Positions already assigned, he could not simply create a God Position out of thin air for the other party to inherit.

"However..." The God of Destruction changed the subject, his words carrying a trace of mockery and coldness.

"There are quite a few Deities in the God Realm now who have grown weary of life here and are eager to pass down their God Positions before leaving. In that case, they can make room."

"With that child Minghui's talent, I believe those Deities would be more than willing. It's just..."

He paused, then continued, "Xiao Lu, let us wait until he has grown up before discussing this matter."

"Which of the Old Gods who participated in that battle did not form their own God Position? That is also their pride. A God Position inherited from another is ultimately someone else's achievement. If that fellow regains his memories in the future, he may not be willing to accept such a way of becoming a god."

"So, let him grow up and make his own choice."

"If he can carve out a new path in this life, that would naturally be best. After all, what suits him is best for him."

"And if he cannot, it will not be too late for us to recommend that some Deity go speak with him."

"That will do." The Goddess of Life nodded gently.

As though she had thought of something, she suddenly smiled.

"If that girl Wutong runs into that child in the lower realms later, I wonder what interesting things might happen?"