The Divine Realm, the central temple.
Sea God Tang San sat quietly on the supreme throne, but his usual high spirits and strategic acumen were nowhere to be seen.
He rested his right elbow on the armrest, his fingertips constantly pressing his temples, a lingering, somber aura emanating from him.
Since becoming a god, he has rarely felt so tired and dejected as he does now.
Lately, he has been entangled in many matters, and his plans have not gone as planned. It is as if invisible threads are binding him layer by layer, causing him mental and physical exhaustion.
After a long while, he slowly lowered his hand and let out a long sigh.
His Divine Sense then spread out silently, like invisible mercury flowing through every corner of the majestic temple, and then cautiously extended further into the distance.
Recently, after several twists and turns, he finally managed to divert the attention of his nemesis, the God of Destruction, elsewhere.
Only after carefully probing with his Divine Sense and confirming that the God of Destruction was no longer paying attention to him as before did Tang San's tense mind relax slightly.
His gaze finally settled on the very heart of the temple.
There, the Divine Realm Core floats silently, like the heart of the universe, emanating the primordial light that sustains the existence and order of the entire Divine Realm.
Tang San's eyes became deep and complex, and his mind began to slowly sink into that dazzling and mysterious core.
Although the lower Douluo Continent was shrouded in thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly.
However, thanks to the immense power of the Divine Realm Core and the "anchor points" he left behind on the Douluo Continent, he was still able to painstakingly pierce through the barrier and descend.
On his throne, beneath his closed eyelids, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
His face, which had initially shown only slight weariness, was gradually enveloped in a layer of frost, and the corners of his mouth were pressed into a cold, straight line.
The surrounding Divine Power fluctuations began to become unstable, and a faint dark red light flashed beneath the skin.
A moment later...
He suddenly opened his eyes, and the deep blue that usually belonged to the Sea God was gone, replaced by a terrifying scarlet!
A violent and fierce Asura killing intent erupted from his body like an out-of-control tide, turning the entire temple blood red, and the majestic temple even hummed under the weight.
" Spirit Pagoda... Douluo Federation... Shrek's decline... Tang Sect... extinction..."
A deep voice squeezed out from between his teeth, each word imbued with a chilling coldness and unbelievable rage.
In the brief moment that divine sense had perceived, the dramatic changes that had taken place in the lower realm over the past few years rushed into his mind like a torrent.
His meticulously planned layout for millennia, the world he envisioned forever operating along the trajectory he set... all in chaos!
Douluo Continent, the world where he began his Qidian godhood, the world he regarded as his backyard and source of faith, has actually slipped out of his control in just a few years!
The crimson Asura God flashed intensely in his eyes, reflecting his handsome face, which was slightly distorted by extreme anger.
Tang San remained silent for a long time atop the divine throne.
The murderous intent Asura from him slowly receded, transforming into an even more somber undercurrent.
This was the first time he had tasted defeat so clearly; his strategy was disrupted, his pieces broke free of his control, and he almost lost control of the chessboard.
Recalling Xiao Wu Xiao Qi yesterday, a decision quickly formed in his heart—he had to bring his daughter back to the Divine Realm!
He had tacitly approved and even secretly encouraged his daughter to "smuggle" herself to the mortal realm, all in order to use her as bait to lure and control the chosen one, Huo Yuhao, and firmly bind him to his own chariot.
Otherwise, given his status as God King and the God Realm Enforcer, how could Xiao Qi have possibly succeeded in sneaking away?
Now, instead of the fish taking the bait, we've lost the bait and stirred up the whole pond.
If they continue to leave their daughter in that lower realm, which is out of control and fraught with danger...
What if... something really happened to her...?
A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. It was likely that Xiao Wu's situation was more than just sadness and tears; he feared he would never have a peaceful day again.
With his mind made up, relying on the most fundamental connection deep within the blood ties between father and daughter, as well as the methods he had previously laid, his will, like an invisible hand, subtly tugged at the threads of fate.
Thus, guided by fate, Wang Dong went to the Star Dou Great Forest, following that inexplicable attraction from the depths of his soul... and finally stood before the Emperor Auspicious Beast.
This encounter was never accidental.
The Shrek members were already in despair, thinking they would surely witness Wang Dong's death at the hands of the Scarlet King.
Unexpectedly, the situation reversed in an instant. Golden light burst forth, the Ferocious Beast retreated violently, and the fierce Scarlet King seemed to have been struck a heavy blow, hesitating and daring not to advance any further!
All eyes, filled with astonishment and suspicion, focused on Wang Dong, wondering what astonishing trump card this young sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect possessed that allowed him to force back the Ferocious Beast, the Scarlet King, with a single blow.
At this moment, Wang Dong's eyes had regained their clarity, but he himself was still completely confused and did not quite understand what had just happened.
Before anyone could sort things out, another unexpected event occurred!
The golden trident mark between Wang Dong's eyebrows suddenly shone brightly again, even more dazzling than before!
A golden beam of light, condensed to the point of being tangible, shot out from between his eyebrows and rapidly intertwined and condensed not far in front of him.
As light and shadow shifted, a slightly ethereal yet supremely majestic figure gradually materialized and appeared.
This person was dressed in a magnificent sea-blue divine robe inlaid with gold patterns. His face was incomparably handsome, and his long, azure hair reached his ankles, moving without wind. His body was surrounded by a divine aura that seemed to be real.
The moment its form solidified completely, a majestic and sacred aura naturally spread out.
The clamor of the forest and the ferocity of the Soul Beast all involuntarily fell silent and subdued in the face of this aura.
The person who appeared at this moment was none other than Sea God Tang San, a divine thought clone cast from the Divine Realm through blood ties!
Tang San's appearance seemed to freeze time and space in the entire forest.
Cai Mei'er and the Scarlet King felt it most strongly. They were the strongest here, but at this moment they could not sense the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power or energy from this azure figure.
Since this person is no ordinary person, there is only one possibility.
The other party's level of existence has completely surpassed their perception.
But even Mu En Di Tian, who were the strongest in their hearts, had never given them this feeling.
Could this person be even stronger Mu En Di Tian?!
The muscles on the Scarlet King's three heads were taut, baring his gleaming white teeth, and a threatening growl rumbled in his throat—his most primal reaction when facing a powerful foe.
However, its massive body slowly retreated, step by step, protecting the Emperor Auspicious Beast even more tightly behind it.
On the other side, although Cai Mei'er was still shaken and vigilant, she also breathed a slight sigh of relief.
This mysterious expert clearly has an extraordinary relationship with Wang Dong; at least for the time being, they shouldn't be enemies.
She quickly signaled to the other trainees with her eyes to remain quiet and not to make any rash moves.
Wang Dong's gaze was also fixed on the handsome blue-haired man in front of him, and a sense of closeness from the deepest part of his bloodline dispelled his previous unease.
However, the soul's absence caused his memory to be incomplete; he only felt that this person seemed familiar, but he just couldn't remember who it was.
Confusion and a strange sense of intimacy intertwined in his clear eyes, and he subconsciously took half a step forward.
Wang Dong looked up into those deep, ocean-like eyes and asked softly, "Who... are you?"