Xiao Wu did not stay in the temple for long. She keenly sensed that her third brother had something on his mind, and understandingly made an excuse to quietly leave the central temple.
As Xiao Wu left, the gentle smile that Tang San had barely managed to maintain vanished instantly, replaced by a sinister look.
His brows, which his beloved wife had just smoothed out, furrowed tightly again, even more deeply than before.
As the God King who rules the Divine Realm Core, he has an extraordinary "concern" for the lower realms, especially the Douluo Continent.
This kind of attention has long surpassed the normal inspection of deities; it's more like a morbid desire for control.
He couldn't help but summon his Divine Power once more, his eyes, which contained the stars and the sea, piercing through layers of spatial barriers, trying to peek into the current state of the Douluo Continent in the lower realm.
However, the result was the same as in the previous attempts.
It was blurry and unclear, as if shrouded in a thick, impenetrable fog!
Once, under his "arrangement," the fate of the Douluo Continent was clearly visible, as if one could read the lines on the palm of one's hand.
Huo Yuhao's growth, the appearance of his daughter, and even the changes in the landscape of the mainland were all within his calculations.
But ever since that damned anomaly, " Kong Xuan," appeared, everything has changed!
Although he couldn't see the specific details, he could clearly "feel" that the many pieces he had carefully placed seemed to have failed to achieve the expected results.
The future of the Douluo Continent is deviating from the "script" he had already planned at a terrifying speed!
Damn it!
A low growl, suppressing boundless anger and frustration, was squeezed out from between Tang San's teeth.
The muscles on his face twitched slightly, even taking on a hint of ferocity.
This feeling of being out of control was like a hundred claws scratching at his heart, making him restless and uneasy.
"This child... must not be allowed to live! He must be eliminated as soon as possible to prevent future troubles!"
This thought raged wildly in his mind, making him wish he could immediately unleash divine punishment.
But... he can't!
The God of Destruction is now keeping a close eye on him, and the two sides are locked in a dispute over core issues such as the expansion of the Divine Realm, causing their relationship to plummet to a freezing point.
If he were to forcibly intervene in the mortal realm at this time, the God of Destruction would seize upon this as leverage, leading to unpredictable consequences.
He has absolutely no chance to make a move!
Tang San's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water, and his eyes were filled with a fierce battle of emotions.
Anger, resentment, anxiety, murderous intent...
Ultimately, all these emotions transformed into a bottomless ruthlessness and resolve!
"Since I can't do it myself... then let someone else do it!"
He had already made an extremely dangerous and ruthless decision in his heart.
Tang San's Divine Sense was once again closely connected with the Divine Realm Core, but this time, his target was not the Douluo Continent shrouded in mist.
Following the mysterious marks, in the endless sea of planes, he precisely locked onto a coordinate that he had already secretly marked and deliberately hidden.
His Divine Sense "saw" the scene of that plane, a peculiar plane composed of 108 layers of space, each layer permeated with a dense Abyss aura, dark, chaotic, and filled with greed and thirst for Life energy.
Countless grotesque Abyss creatures, governed by the absolute law of the jungle, struggle, devour, and evolve within it.
This is the Abyss Plane, a terrifying entity that constantly roams the void, seeking and devouring other planes to strengthen itself.
A cold and cruel smile curled at the corner of Tang San's mouth. His eyes showed no pity for the potential disaster, only a calculating and expectant look, as if he were using a tool.
He murmured something under his breath, his voice echoing faintly in the empty temple.
" Abyss Plane, today I, the God King, will lend you a hand. I hope... you will not disappoint me!"
That's right! What he found was this abyssal Abyss Plane!
According to Tang San's original meticulously planned "ten-thousand-year grand plan," he was supposed to wait thousands of years until the Douluo Continent developed to a certain key point according to his script, and then "appropriately" guide the Abyss Plane discover the Douluo Continent.
However, everything has changed now!
Kong Xuan, who came from another world, disrupted all his plans.
In order to get rid of this major threat as soon as possible, he no longer cared about the long-term "grand plan".
He decided to attract the Abyss Plane to discover Douluo Continent ahead of time!
As for how many innocent lives would be lost on the Douluo Continent during this process, Tang San remained indifferent.
He muttered to himself, "Everything... comes at a price."
If Yan Shaozhe knew about this, he would definitely exclaim that he truly deserved to be called Tang San's ancestor!
He went so far as to contact Evil Soul Master to eliminate Kong Xuan, which can be considered as adhering to ancestral rules.
Kong Xuan in the Sun Moon Empire was naturally unaware that Tang San, far away in the Divine Realm, had already triggered the Abyss Plane in order to deal with him, and a catastrophe that would affect the entire Douluo Continent was quietly brewing.
These days, he has spent most of his time immersed in cultivation, making the most of every minute to improve his strength in order to break through the bottleneck of Soul Saint as soon as possible.
However, the peace of the day was suddenly shattered by a fierce shout filled with boundless rage and murderous intent!
A loud, sharp female voice, seemingly capable of piercing the soul, suddenly exploded from the sky above the Worship Hall like a thunderclap!
The sound waves rolled on, clearly reaching every corner within a radius of ten thousand meters.
"Kong... De... Ming! Get your ass out here!"
The hatred and murderous intent in that voice were undisguised, as if the speaker harbored an irreconcilable hatred for Kong Deming!
Inside the Imperial Palace, at the Observatory.
Crown Prince Xu Tianran, who was discussing matters with a group of ministers, heard this hostile roar. His fingers, which were gripping the armrest, twitched slightly, and a faint smile flashed in the depths of his eyes, but he remained outwardly calm.
He glanced at the ministers before him, whose expressions were filled with suspicion and uncertainty, and said in a calm and reassuring tone, "Gentlemen, there is no need to panic. Elder Kong is the foremost figure in our Sun Moon Empire. No matter who comes to provoke us today, or what their purpose may be, they are nothing but clowns before Elder Kong. We will ensure they do not leave alive!"
His voice was firm and resolute, filled with trust in Kong Deming: "I urge everyone to perform their duties diligently and focus on handling government affairs, and not to let such trivial matters disrupt the order of the court."
Seeing that His Highness the Crown Prince was so calm and composed, and knowing that he had long heard of and had confidence in Kong Deming's abilities, the ministers nodded in agreement, and the worry on their faces gradually dissipated.
Meanwhile, inside the Kong Clan mansion, which was separated from the imperial palace by only one wall.
Kong Xuan and Kong Ling, who were cultivating in the training room, almost simultaneously opened their eyes the moment the stern shout rang out!
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness and a hint of worry in each other's eyes.
Anyone who dares to so brazenly call out their grandfather's name in the skies above Mingdu and exude such a terrifying aura is no ordinary person!
"Walk!"
Kong Xuan gave a low shout and, without the slightest hesitation, dashed out of the room, with Kong Ling following closely behind.
Compared to Kong Ling's worries, Kong Xuan was relatively calmer.
Because he now has a better understanding of Kong Deming and the strength of the Worship Hall, and he also has a general idea of who the voice belongs to!