A Win-Win Solution!

A Win-Win Solution!

"Then, if these two children are to grow quickly and ascend to the God Realm in the future to serve me well, I should make some arrangements. Without weathering storms, how could they see a rainbow? Without enduring hardship, how would they know to cherish things and understand my painstaking intentions?"

With that thought, Tang San continued, "Destruction, Life, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

"My injuries have yet to fully heal, and my divine power still isn't circulating smoothly. I'm afraid I'll need to recuperate for some time."

"During my recovery, I'll have to trouble you two to continue shouldering more of the God Realm's affairs."

That way, they would not interfere with his arrangements.

His body had yet to recover, and his foundation in the God Realm was still shallow. Though many of his ideas were for the good of the God Realm, the God of Destruction was simply too old-fashioned to keep up with the times. He could only proceed in secret to avoid unpleasantness.

The results would prove that he was right!

"Mm." The God of Destruction merely nodded slightly.

The Goddess of Life smiled. "Tang San, focus on recovering. Destruction and I will naturally take on more of the God Realm's affairs."

"Then I'll trouble you." Tang San returned the smile, then turned to the God of Destruction. "Farewell!"

With that, he turned and left.

"Hmph, this Tang San always likes putting on an act. He truly is rather hypocritical, lacking the upright nature an Enforcement God ought to have!" Once Tang San had gone far away, the God of Destruction suddenly snorted.

"Enough." The Goddess of Life comforted him softly.

Meanwhile, Tang San was walking when he seemed to recall something, and his expression suddenly darkened.

His flying speed immediately increased.

Before long, he returned to his residence and impatiently used the God Realm Central Key to contact the Divine Sense he had once left within the Golden Ancient Tree at Shrek Academy.

Only moments later, his face turned utterly grim.

"Good, good, good! What a scheme—to think it actually used Life and Destruction to oppose my plans!" Through the senses of his Divine Sense, he discovered that his own Divine Sense, along with the souls of his father Tang Hao and mother Ah Yin, had been completely suppressed by the Plane Will. There were even signs that they might be devoured in reverse.

After thinking for a moment, he immediately understood everything.

The Plane Will had sensed that Minghui's family and sect were building statues for Life and Destruction, and knew they would surely be able to connect with the two in the future. Therefore, it had bestowed Fortune Power upon Minghui in advance.

As a living being born in the Douluo Plane, the Douluo Will could, in a sense, be considered Minghui's mother. By bestowing Fortune Power upon him, it had also shown the grace of nurturing him, thereby forming a deeply binding connection.

Having given birth to and raised someone, it was only natural to receive some return. Fortune Power was no exception.

At present, tracing it back to its source, all the humans across the Douluo Continent who believed in Life and Destruction were connected to Minghui. Thus, the plane could intercept a portion of the Faith Power generated through belief in Life and Destruction. As for its purpose—

It was now almost entirely being used to suppress his parents!

"This is utterly outrageous! It doesn't know what's good for it!" Tang San raged.

His plan to merge his parents, whom he had left in the lower realm, into the plane core and the Core of Life had indeed contained selfish motives. He had hoped his parents could attain eternal life in another form, so that one day their family would not be separated by the boundary between heaven and man, leaving him, their son, unable to fulfill his filial duties.

But more than that, it had been for the Douluo Plane!

It was to prevent a future crisis from befalling the Douluo Plane with no one stepping forward to resolve it in time.

The God Realm decreed that gods could not interfere with the lower realms. This was an iron law that even he, as a God King, could not violate.

Moreover, he had already foreseen that the God Realm would face a great crisis. If something unfortunate happened to the God Realm, who would protect the Douluo Plane? Would it not have to rely on the contingencies he had left behind—his father, who would later become the Plane Master, and his mother, who would become the plane's Core of Life?

This was a win-win solution!

Furthermore, in doing all this, he had risked discovery by the God Realm and severe punishment from the Committee.

Yet this Douluo Plane Will not only failed to appreciate it, but even resisted him, intending to devour his parents' souls.

It was truly detestable!

"Fortunately, I made preparations beforehand and had those deceased Elders of the academy lodge their souls within the Golden Ancient Tree, continuously supplying Soul Power to my parents."

After all, it was the will of an entire planet. Even as a God King, he did not have the ability to erase it directly.

He could only wear it down gradually.

"This was originally meant to nourish my parents' souls, allowing them to continuously erode the Plane Will and the Golden Ancient Tree's origin. I never expected it would save my parents' lives today." He sighed at his own wisdom in preparing so early. Otherwise, his parents would have been in danger this time.

As he thought this, he frowned again.

"At present, I can only draw upon the faith in me held by the creatures of the Great Sea to counteract and offset the effects."

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately used his Divine Sense to intercept part of the Faith Power being transmitted to him from the ocean. It sank into the seabed, flowed underground toward the plane core, and then connected to the Golden Ancient Tree. Only in this way could he avoid detection by other Deities without a sound.

Especially Life and Destruction, who had already established faith on the continent.

After some time, once he had finished making the arrangements, Tang San revealed a cold smile and looked down at Douluo Star with icy eyes.

"Heh, to think you tried to use a child against me. How laughable! Unfortunately, you have yet to truly develop intelligence and possess no great wisdom. In the end, you are no match for me. Every measure you have taken is rootless duckweed, and will ultimately be used by me."

With that thought, he looked toward the Clear Sky Sect, and his gaze softened.

"Wutong, don't worry. Your father will surely let you become a god successfully and return to the God Realm openly and honorably!"

As his words fell, a thought stirred, and his consciousness returned to his body.

One day in the God Realm was one year in the lower realm. Three days in the God Realm meant three years in the lower realm.

Star Dou Great Forest, in the mixed zone of thousand-year and ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts. Minghui sat quietly in meditation upon a grassy field covered in frost-covered leaves, his eyes slightly closed and his expression calm. Around his waist, one yellow and two purple Soul Rings slowly pulsed as they drew inward.

Before long, the three Soul Rings completely withdrew and vanished into his body. Minghui then opened his eyes.

"Junior Disciple, congratulations!" Princess Vina, standing beside Long Aotian some distance away, smiled.

"You're now the youngest Soul Elder on the continent."

A nine-year-old Soul Elder was truly shocking.

"Not necessarily the youngest." Minghui shook his head as he rose to his feet. His still childish face carried a maturity far beyond his age. "As far as I know, there is a Martial Soul known as an Angel that allows its awakened bearer to possess innate twentieth-level Soul Power."

"Junior Disciple, there's no need to belittle yourself." The straightforward Long Aotian held a different opinion. "To achieve what you have at your age is already extraordinarily rare."

As an opponent who had sparred with him in the sect for more than a year, he knew full well how solid this Junior Disciple's foundation was and how strong his true combat power was. A year ago, when Minghui had only been in his twenties, he had already been able to trade blows evenly with Long Aotian, who was over level thirty. His strength was absolutely not something that could be simply defined by Soul Power Level alone.

Now that Minghui had broken through to Soul Elder, Long Aotian even doubted whether he would still be a match for this Junior Disciple four years younger than himself, even though he was also about to break through.

He had to admit that his Junior Disciple's Body Martial Soul truly restrained close-combat soul masters to some extent. Minghui could always anticipate his enemy's moves, leaving his fists and kicks nowhere to exert force. If Long Aotian's Martial Soul had not been skin, making him tough and thick-skinned, and if Minghui had not struggled to break through his defenses, he would likely have been thoroughly defeated long ago.

"It's alright." Minghui looked at his Senior Brother, who had already grown to 1.8 meters tall and stood a full head above him, and replied with heartfelt humility.

At only thirteen, this guy had trained his Fist Technique to a level nearing Unity of Heaven and Man. Even Minghui, a Transmigrator, had to admit that his comprehension was inferior, and he was sincerely convinced.

With skin like copper and iron, combined with flawless fists and footwork, Minghui simply could not hurt him.

They had fought for a year, and he had not won once.

It was a little frustrating.