Chapter 248 Opening the Black Hole! Bai Yuhao Gets Instantly Moisturized.
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
[The White World, the Realm of Gods.]
The palace, suspended above the clouds, possessed a grand and solemn architectural style, devoid of any of the cold and oppressive atmosphere typical of the dark world or divine realm.
[On the golden throne, Tang San looked down at the scene below.]
In that scene, Huo Yuhao was carrying Wang Dong'er, speeding towards the direction of Duke White Tiger.
Tang San sat on the divine throne, a smile playing on his lips, revealing a sense of triumphant satisfaction.
Beside him, Cupid bowed respectfully, his hands in a fawning gesture.
"Your Majesty, Huo Yuhao's every move is exactly as you predicted," the goddess of love said softly. "He didn't choose to resist, but obediently carried out his mission. I knew that even if he had some cleverness with soul tools, he would ultimately have to bow down to the laws of divine power. Taming such a mortal is indeed a piece of cake for you."
Tang San's smile deepened as he listened to Cupid's flattery. He reached out and gently stroked the armrest of the throne.
"The struggles of mortals are essentially all about pursuing that false comfort called emotion," Tang San said calmly, his tone exuding a confident control. "Huo Yuhao thought he was passing a test, but he was merely walking into a logical deadlock I set. He will understand that in this world, only gods can decide the life and death of mortals. And he can only be a puppet executing the rules."
"That's right," Cupid continued flatteringly. "You're absolutely right. Huo Yuhao acted so resolute back in the Valley of Love and Destiny, but now it seems it was all just a bluff. When it comes to the real deal, won't he still have to save that White Tiger Duke who treated him like trash for the sake of the so-called mission? Your Majesty, you are truly a master strategist."
Tang San's smile deepened as he listened to the flattery. He even clapped his hands lightly, watching the boy on the screen charging towards the center of the battlefield, a sense of control over the game filling him.
In the underworld.
The Soul Masters stared at the sky, discussing amongst themselves.
"Huo Yuhao from the White World is truly pitiful." A Soul Master shook his head, his eyes filled with sympathy. "He's always being outmaneuvered by that Tang San from the White World. Look at Tang San's smug expression; it's utterly disgusting. What does he take Huo Yuhao for? A toy he can manipulate at will?"
"Bai Tangsan's actions are truly despicable," another Soul Master echoed. "To tame Huo Yuhao, he actually came up with such a dilemma. Do you think our Tang San might be like this by nature? Could he be plotting against us like this behind your back?"
The question was met with silence in the square.
"Possibly," someone whispered. "After all, that one is the sea god, and so is ours. Although they seem to be on different sides now, do gods really have a fundamentally different attitude towards mortals?"
"Not necessarily." A dissenting voice also emerged, "Bai Xuanzi and Hei Xuanzi are not the same, so you can't slander our Tang San."
In the realm of the gods in the dark world, within the Temple of the Sea God.
The atmosphere became unusually tense.
Xiao Wu stood beside Tang San, her face turning extremely ugly as she looked at Tang San's smug face in the white world above the sky.
"Disgusting." Xiao Wu's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth. "That Tang San from the white world, the way he takes pleasure in manipulation and laughs while watching others struggle in pain, it really makes me want to vomit. Third Brother, tell me, is that guy really your clone or a parallel version of yourself?"
Tang San, now in the shadows, was ashen-faced. Looking at Xiao Wu's disgusted gaze, he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. If he didn't draw a clear line now, Xiao Wu's remaining trust in him would likely crumble completely.
"Xiao Wu, calm down." Tang San from the dark world hurriedly spoke up, his voice carrying a deliberate seriousness. "That's Tang San from the white world. His logic is completely different from mine. I'm here to maintain the order of the God Realm, and I've never condoned his despicable methods. You can't force his crimes onto me."
"Disassociate yourself?" The God of Destruction suddenly sneered from the side. "Tang San, you're quick to disassociate yourself. But when you saw that smug Bai Tang San just now, didn't you feel even a little bit of sympathy deep down? Were you really angry about his behavior of manipulating Huo Yuhao like a puppet? I think you were just jealous that he was able to get him involved so easily."
"Destruction, shut up!" Tang San roared. "This is sowing discord."
"Whether it's provocation or not, you know perfectly well." The God of Destruction toyed with his scepter, his tone full of mockery. "Aren't the blood flowing in the veins of you so-called god-kings all the same?"
Tang San, now in the dark world, no longer paid attention to the God of Destruction, but his gaze towards the sky grew increasingly gloomy.
That was not only because of Xiao Wu's doubts, but also because he vaguely felt a kind of resonance that made him uneasy.
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
At this point, the situation on the battlefield had entered its final stage.
Huo Yuhao moved at high speed across the muddy ground. He was less than fifty meters away from the White Tiger Duke, who was clad in gleaming armor.
Duke White Tiger appeared extremely disheveled. The assassins' attacks were incredibly fierce, and it seemed one of them was about to plunge his dagger into Duke White Tiger's back.
Everyone assumed that Huo Yuhao would rush forward as fast as he could to shield Duke White Tiger from the attack, in order to fulfill his mission.
[Tang San, in the White World God Realm, even revealed the smile of someone who had just seen their prey fall into a trap.]
But then, something unexpected happened.
[Huo Yuhao, less than five meters away from Duke White Tiger, suddenly stopped moving from an extremely fast speed.]
He brought the vehicle to an extremely abrupt halt. The thrusters of his two-word battle armor ejected a reverse stream of air, carving two deep furrows in the soil.
Wang Dong'er also stopped right behind her.
Instead of rushing towards Duke White Tiger, the two of them, to everyone's astonishment, flew directly into the sky.
[Huo Yuhao's eyes showed not a trace of intention to save anyone. He swiftly grabbed at the air with his right hand, and the core array of the two-word battle armor instantly erupted with a massive surge of energy.]
"A black hole," Huo Yuhao uttered softly.
The pitch-black crack opened directly in front of him.
[Under the shocked gazes of Duke White Tiger and the assassins, Huo Yuhao grabbed Wang Dong'er and vanished completely into the black hole in a flash.]
(End of chapter)