God of Destruction Proposes Rotating Supervision of Lower Planes

Early morning, Shrek Academy, a single room in the boys' dormitory.

"Ha... ah!" A shriek rang out.

"Damn it, why do I have to study Hidden Weapons Unraveling every morning? Why won't this consciousness just completely disappear from the world? Sob..."

Tears shimmered in Wang Dong's pink-blue eyes. Like a pitiful girl who had been tormented by illness for a long time yet could do nothing about it, she clutched the thin blanket tightly. Faint tear tracks hung on her face, tangled with anger and unwillingness.

At first, when that detestable consciousness in her mind made her practice Hidden Weapons Unraveling, the confident Wang Dong had not cared in the slightest. She had always done whatever she wanted. How could she allow some unknown consciousness to control her?

Wang Dong did not give that consciousness the slightest attention and continued to play around as freely as she pleased.

There were no adverse reactions during the first few days, nor did it affect her normal life.

But one morning, Wang Dong argued with the consciousness as usual. Without even glancing at Hidden Weapons Unraveling, she went straight to find Xiao Xiao and happily have breakfast.

Yet that night, after returning to the dormitory and finishing washing up, just as she was about to drift blissfully to sleep, her head suddenly began splitting apart as though she had been cursed.

In the end, unable to endure it any longer, Wang Dong opened Hidden Weapons Unraveling and read a few pages. Her headache eased.

But she was not happy at all.

Determined not to compromise with dark forces so easily, whenever the consciousness urged her to study Hidden Weapons Unraveling, she had to resist it for several minutes. She simply would not practice!

After losing the invisible confrontation with that consciousness, she could only symbolically flip through Hidden Weapons Unraveling.

"Why? Back in the little grove, smashing spiders and webs to pieces worked. Why doesn't it work now...?"

Filled with bitterness and grievance, Wang Dong slowly shifted to the inner side of the bed and opened the window. Her beautiful eyes gazed blankly outside.

When she had first discovered that crushing spiders to death could fight the consciousness, she had been happy for quite a while. But two days later, she sorrowfully discovered that the consciousness had grown stronger.

Wang Dong murmured vaguely, "Could it be that ordinary spiders don't work anymore, even if I smash them to bits...?"

She did not know why that consciousness had appeared in her mind, always lingering like a ghost that refused to leave.

As she thought, she silently stared out the window. Memories from Wang Dong's childhood to the present flashed through her mind.

Her pampered and privileged upbringing had taught her that her family was quite well-off. Moreover, Big Dad and Second Dad had spoiled her immensely, indulging her in everything.

Even though she possessed outstanding talent, she was lazy, playful, and disliked cultivation. Big Dad and Second Dad still indulged her and let her play, only telling her to grow up happily and without any worries.

However, a few months ago, Big Dad and Second Dad had told her with extremely complicated expressions that she was to disguise herself as a boy and enroll at Shrek Academy.

To keep Wang Dong from taking it too hard, Big Dad had comforted her.

"Your biological parents miss you very much. As long as you complete Shrek Academy's academic requirements, I believe you'll be able to see your biological parents before long."

Though Wang Dong was filled with doubts, she still acted like a strong girl, smiling and pretending to believe Big Dad and Second Dad. She changed into male clothing and went to Shrek Academy as a boy.

She was deeply grateful for the love and protection Big Dad and Second Dad had given her since childhood, but she also knew clearly that they were not her biological fathers.

Where are my biological parents, then? Could they be related to that detestable consciousness in my mind?

As Wang Dong let her thoughts run wild, a knock sounded at the dormitory door.

Then Xiao Xiao's crisp, pleasant voice called out, "Wang Dong, Wang Dong, let's go have breakfast together."

"Oh... okay, Xiao Xiao. I'll be right out."

Wang Dong tidied her slightly messy pink-blue hair. Her beautiful eyes flicked downward as she tightened the slightly curved chest beneath her clothes and smoothed out her collar.

After quickly adjusting her appearance, she got out of bed and opened the door for Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao's large light-green eyes blinked. Her initially excited expression changed slightly as she asked with concern, "Wang Dong, why are your eyes a little red? Were you crying just now?"

"Are they?" Wang Dong subconsciously raised a hand to cover her eyes.

Xiao Xiao watched her and nodded. After thinking for a moment, she quickly made a guess.

"Was it that stupid consciousness making you practice Hidden Weapons Unraveling again?"

Wang Dong had told her about it once while they were taking a walk. At the time, Wang Dong had been in a very good mood and said she had found a solution, so Xiao Xiao had not worried too much.

But judging from Wang Dong's current state, she had clearly not eradicated it completely.

Not wanting Xiao Xiao to worry about her, Wang Dong rubbed her eyes. With an incomparably solemn and serious look, she said, "Don't worry, Xiao Xiao. I'm fine. Once I find whoever caused that consciousness, I'll go back and have Big Dad and Second Dad beat him to death!"

That ghostly consciousness had initially been mixed with faint, strange laughter.

How hateful. How dare it treat her like this?

Did it like Hidden Weapons Unraveling? Then she would make it create every single thing recorded in Hidden Weapons Unraveling and experience them itself. She would see whether it could still laugh then.

God Realm. Tang San held the weighty Poseidon's Trident, his expression dark and his voice overflowing with fury.

"How could my plan have deviated so severely? Not only did the Child of Destiny fail to join the Tang Sect, even my efforts to make Xiao Qi favor Hidden Weapons and dislike Soul Tools have gone so poorly."

At that moment, space rippled violently, and lightning imbued with the intent of destruction emerged from within. The gloom on Tang San's face immediately faded.

The next instant, the God of Destruction, clad in purple robes and holding a scepter, stepped out from the rippling space.

The God of Destruction said calmly, "Sea God, your observations of the Douluo Plane have seemed a little too frequent lately. Are you in a hurry?"

Tang San narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint flashing deep within them. He slowly shook his head, indicating that he was not.

"I wonder why the God of Destruction has suddenly come here?"

The eyes beneath the God of Destruction's purple robes deepened slightly. "Sea God, it has been ten thousand years in the lower realm."

"I personally propose that we convene a God King Conference now to discuss rotating the supervision of the various lower planes among the God Kings."

"After all, if a lower plane remains in the hands of the same God King forever, that plane will inevitably face limitations."

The God of Destruction's tone carried deeper meaning. He had long seen through Tang San's little schemes, and naturally had devised a response: all God Kings would take turns supervising the lower planes.

This would effectively prevent any one God King from employing tricks that did not make the advancement of the plane their primary goal.

Sea God Tang San's expression did not change, but his right hand suddenly tightened around the trident. After a long silence, the darkness in his eyes flashed away.

The God of Destruction smiled and asked, "Sea God, what do you think of my idea of rotating plane supervision?"

Tang San's expression had quietly shifted from gloom to a calm smile, making him appear as harmless as Blue Silver Grass.

"This kind of practice has never existed in the God Realm before. I wonder if you have ever heard this saying, Destruction: the laws of our ancestors must not be changed."

"If we alter the system of control so easily, none of us can predict what effects it may have in the future."

The God of Destruction waved his scepter, and the purest intent of destruction rippled from it. He gave a soft laugh.

"Sea God, your divine position was inherited, but my position as the God of Destruction was created from the most primal power of destruction. Speaking of which, I myself can be considered an ancestor."

"Since that is the case, I propose changing the system for supervising lower planes and trying a new method of management. I do not think there should be any problem with that."

Tang San was already controlling his emotions well, but the other party's words had struck directly at his weak point. An invisible vicious aura radiated from his body, as though the corners of his mouth might split into an immensely sinister, exaggerated grin at any moment.

If the God of Destruction's proposal were successfully implemented, it would very likely mean a complete collapse for him.

If the supervisory authority over the Douluo Plane rotated into the hands of any other God King, they would easily discover what was wrong.

No matter what, he could not let the God of Destruction succeed. He had to find a way to break this deadlock.

Tang San fell into brief thought. Worthy of being a man of great wisdom, he did not take long to devise another scheme.

"Destruction, since you put it this way, I shall grant your wish. We will convene a God King Conference and conduct a thorough discussion of whether this system is feasible."

The God of Destruction revealed a smile. "Very good."

"However, I also have some thoughts regarding your proposal."

Tang San's eyes became deep, as if they contained the ultimate truths of the universe. Divine light shone from above his head, making him appear exceptionally conspicuous.

"For the more harmonious and stable development of the God Realm, a new system should first be tested on a small scale."

"After an effective trial, if it truly proves superior to the previous management system, then I will have no objections and will fully support its implementation."

"Conversely, if the plane falls into disorder during the trial of the new system, ceases to develop, or even regresses, then there will be no need to implement the new system in full."

After saying this, Tang San sneered silently. This method of breaking the deadlock truly lived up to his wisdom, which surpassed that of all gods.

Faced with the prepared God of Destruction, he had effortlessly neutralized the risks of so-called rotational supervision.

Heh. A trace of contempt appeared in Tang San's eyes, and his tone became arrogant, brimming with confidence.

"Destruction, I agree to your proposal of holding a God King Conference. These few small ideas of mine are not overstepping, are they? After all, everything is for our God Realm."

The God of Destruction considered it for a moment, then nodded calmly. "Reasonable. As for how it will be carried out, we will discuss it in detail at the God King Conference."

With that, the God of Destruction did not linger. He lightly waved his scepter, stepped into the spatial distortion, and disappeared.

"Hehe, Destruction, so it truly was you sabotaging my grand plan in secret. Once I reverse the situation in Douluo, which has deviated so greatly, you will not be far from the Path to Death."

Tang San believed that, with his powers of deduction, he could not possibly be wrong about who had previously dealt a devastating blow to his plans.

However, though the God of Destruction had interfered with his perception of the lower realm, Destruction could never influence the personalities of the Child of Destiny and Xiao Qi under Tang San's exquisite methods.

"Could it be that Xiao Qi's temperament changed because she and the Child of Destiny failed to forge the proper bond?"

According to his original plan for the two to form their intended bond, the Child of Destiny would join the Tang Sect, while Xiao Qi would dislike Soul Tools.

Then the Child of Destiny would naturally lead Tang Sect Hidden Weapons onto a new path, accomplishing several things at once. The Tang Sect would rise, and the God Realm's grand plan would be fulfilled.

Tang San recalled the anomaly he had observed when the Child of Destiny should have joined the Tang Sect, and his brows gradually furrowed.

"That wisp of undead aura carrying such boundless deathly stillness had actually reached the level of Divine Sense. It clearly lies outside the God Realm's control. Where did it come from?"

Tang San felt that this wisp of Divine Sense would also be an enormous variable.

"It clearly has no divine position, yet even in such a damaged state, it made me sense a rank of existence. At its peak, it may have possessed strength at the level of a God Official or a third-rank deity."

Tang San's expression was incomparably grave. If the God of Destruction had not interfered, he absolutely could have erased this major variable.

But now, even observing the plane was a problem. His most urgent priority was to first escape the God of Destruction's restrictions and find an opportunity to sense the Child of Destiny again.

His wisdom was no joke. As long as he could sense the Child of Destiny's aura again, he could devise several plans spanning decades in the blink of an eye.

"Third Brother."

At that moment, a gentle female voice came from behind him.

The gloom on Sea God Tang San's face instantly vanished, replaced by a faint, gentle smile.

Confusion showed in Xiao Wu's eyes as she asked softly, "I saw the God of Destruction come to speak with you just now. Is something major happening in the God Realm?"

Tang San reassured her warmly, "It is nothing. Destruction merely wishes to use another God King Conference to place pressure on the deities of our Douluo faction."

"But you do not need to worry, Xiao Wu. I have already resolved it."

Tang San believed he still had room to maneuver if the God of Destruction's new system of rotating plane supervision was first tested on a small scale.

Concern appeared on Xiao Wu's face as she asked again about Xiao Qi's circumstances.

Tang San smiled calmly and offered an explanation. "Xiao Qi has been playful since childhood. I have sealed her memories of the God Realm. She is living very happily and carefree on the Douluo Continent now."

"Though she may encounter a few minor setbacks in the future, they will merely temper her character."

Xiao Wu naturally trusted her Third Brother deeply. As always, she reminded him to take care of his health and not overwork himself. After spending some affectionate time together, the two entered the azure-blue divine hall.

Heaven Dou City, outside the eastern gate near Sunset Forest.

Under the voluntary escort of Xuan Ziwen and Xu Sheng, Huo Yuhao and Dugu Luo had a rather smooth journey back.

As they approached the city gate, Huo Yuhao looked up toward its entrance and paused in slight surprise.

Jiang Nannan stood gracefully before the gate. Her tall, exquisite, enchanting figure, orange-gold waves, and peerlessly beautiful face appeared gentle and radiant beneath the sunlight.

Huo Yuhao arrived at the city gate with a warm smile and greeted her, "Nan Nan Jie."

Jiang Nannan was startled. When she had sent Huo Yuhao to the Far North Land, he had not yet obtained the Snow Empress Soul Spirit.

Looking at Huo Yuhao's features, now several times softer than before, she failed to recognize him for a moment.

"Y-you're Little Yuhao? How did you become... become so much paler?"