After saying this, the figure of the God of Destruction vanished straight into the Nine-Colored Divine Temple like dust blown away by the wind.
The heavy coercive pressure also receded accordingly, and the air inside the divine temple instantly became a bit lighter.
Ning Rongrong turned her head somewhat mechanically, looking at Tang San with uncontainable worry in her eyes: "Third Brother, what... what should we do?"
Tang San glanced at her, his tone as calm as if nothing had just happened: "What is there to panic about? How many times has Destruction said such words, and in the end, hasn't it always been the same?"
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong's hanging heart finally dropped back to its place.
Upon careful thought, it was indeed so.
Over the years, the God of Destruction had "clamored" many times about coming to find trouble with Tang San, but every time it ultimately ended up amounting to nothing.
Tang San still sat steadily upon the God King seat of the God Realm Committee, still remaining that unshakable Sea God.
She heaved a slight sigh of relief, then asked another sentence: "Then Third Brother, what about the Lower Realm?"
Tang San was silent for a fraction of a second, as if weighing something, and then spoke: "The objective has already been achieved, there is no need to worry about it anymore; just let the rules of Qiankun Asking Love Valley operate on their own."
With the Auspicious Beast sacrificing, Tang Wutong's split Soul was about to return, and at the same time, Huo Yuhao's true strength had been tested out.
Most of Tang San's several objectives for this trip had already been achieved at this moment.
Now with the God of Destruction staring at him, it was impossible for him to continue paying attention to the situation in the Lower Realm.
Otherwise, given the personality of the God of Destruction, he would probably really come for another frontal conflict.
Tang San thought this matter had ended just like this, as if everything was within his control.
But he would never have thought that this time, his judgment had made a mistake.
And precisely because of this misjudgment, all his subsequent plans fell through.
Although the God of Destruction had returned to his own divine temple, his Divine Thought had not been completely withdrawn, and he was still closely monitoring every move of Tang San.
As long as the other party dared to secretly peek at the Lower Realm again, he would definitely appear to stop it at the first moment.
And Tang San indeed did not make any more superfluous actions; he left the Nine-Colored Divine Temple and never cast another gaze toward the Lower Realm.
Normally speaking, with the God of Destruction defending the Divine Realm rules so much, naturally it was impossible for him to knowingly break the law like Tang San.
With his personality and stance, those regulations were guidelines that ought to be strictly observed for him, rather than polite remarks that could be flexibly adapted at will.
But that force of destruction originating from the same source as himself just now—he definitely had not sensed it wrong.
That fluctuation did not come from the Nine-Colored Divine Temple, but rose from Douluo Continent in the Lower Realm.
That was a power pure to the point of being almost primitive, emerging from the same destruction Origin as him.
How could this be?
On Douluo Continent in the Lower Realm, how could his Divine Power of destruction appear?
The God of Destruction's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt there must be trickery within it.
Reason told him that the Divine Realm rules could not be crossed, but the source of that power scratched at his heart, making him unable to sit still.
He even couldn't help thinking: Why could Tang San do it, yet I couldn't?
Once this thought popped up, it rapidly took root in his heart like a seed; the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt, and the more unbalanced he felt.
In the end, his gaze condensed, and a Divine Thought quietly descended from the Divine Realm.
He did not have the God Realm Central Hub as a passage, but the source of that force of destruction just now was his best anchor point, sufficient to accurately cast his Divine Thought onto that distant Douluo Continent.
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The sadness on Huo Yuhao's face seemed to freeze at this moment; kneeling and sitting in that nihilistic space of the Spiritual Sea, his eyes were dull, and his entire person was as if all his strength had been drained away.
The scene of Jin Li's sacrifice still lingered before his eyes, and that sense of powerlessness spread all over his body, making him feel that even breathing was heavy.
And right at this moment, a voice carrying astonishment suddenly spread across the entire Spiritual Sea.
"The Scepter of Destruction? How is that possible?!"
That voice was low and majestic, yet carried an unmaskable shock, exploding like a thunderbolt in the empty spiritual space.
Huo Yuhao abruptly snapped back to his senses, turning his head to look in the direction of the voice.
Above his Spiritual Sea, an extra figure had appeared.
That person was entirely shrouded under a purple-black robe, with the brim of the hat pulled very low, exposing only a section of a pale lower jaw and that pair of scarlet eyes.
All over his body, he exuded a heavy and profound aura, and that aura was something Huo Yuhao could not be more familiar with.
"God King of Destruction?!"
A trace of radiance finally bloomed in Huo Yuhao's dull eyes; he definitely would not remember wrongly, the figure in front of him at this moment was practically identical to the God King of Destruction he had seen back then on Devil Island.
The only difference was that back then, the God King of Destruction only had a sliver of a residual Soul left, and his body was illusory and ethereal.
And the figure standing above his Spiritual Sea at this moment was solid and stable, with an aura as deep as an abyss, clearly being at the peak state.
Hearing that exclamation blurted out by Huo Yuhao, the God King of Destruction's gaze condensed slightly.
He slightly turned his head, and that pair of scarlet eyes fell on Huo Yuhao, scrutinizing for a moment.
This was this young man's Spiritual Sea, and that Scepter of Destruction was quietly suspended above, exuding an aura echoing with his Origin; this was definitely not a coincidence.
Clearly, the human in front of him knew something.
He opened his mouth to ask: "You recognize this deity?"
Huo Yuhao's gaze clearly told him that they had met before.
Yet the God King of Destruction clearly remembered that he had never had any intersection with this human.
Furthermore, not even the faith of the God of Destruction had ever been passed down on Douluo Continent; where on earth had this young man seen him?
At this moment, the God of Destruction's heart was filled with curiosity; he waited for Huo Yuhao's response, wanting to piece together the ins and outs of this entire matter from that answer.
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, thoughts surging rapidly in his mind like a tangled mess of hemp.
In that World Ten Thousand Years later, the God of Destruction had already fallen.
And the one before him at this moment was the intact God King of Destruction from Ten Thousand Years ago, still the supreme God King in the God Realm Committee.
Seeing the God of Destruction now most likely meant that he had already been noticed by the Divine Realm.
If it were only an illusion, according to the previous "progress", a God of Destruction would not suddenly pop out to cause trouble.
But then a thought suddenly lit up in his mind: he couldn't interrupt Jin Li's sacrifice right now, but a deity certainly could.
Huo Yuhao did not directly answer the God of Destruction's question, but instead raised his gaze, directly staring at the figure suspended above the Spiritual Sea.
His tone carried an eager entreaty: "Please, Senior God King, stop Jin Li's sacrifice. Later, I will explain everything completely to you."
Hearing this, the God of Destruction raised his brows slightly, a trace of surprise flashing across his scarlet eyes.
He really hadn't expected that this human brat actually dared to negotiate conditions with him.
However, this was not impossible either; after all, he indeed had many doubts in his heart at this moment that needed answering, and stopping this so-called "sacrifice" was not a difficult task for him at all.
He slightly turned his head, his gaze passing through the boundary of the Spiritual Sea, landing on Jin Li who was sacrificing, and then he let out a soft "Oh?".
That soft exclamation carried a hint of surprise, and then his brows slowly furrowed.
Even Ning Rongrong could perceive that Tang Wutong's Soul fragments were hidden within Jin Li's Spiritual Sea, how could the God of Destruction possibly fail to see it?
Moreover, Wang Donger was standing right beside her, and her Soul was obviously incomplete; the traces of being torn apart and barely pieced back together were completely exposed in those God King-level eyes of his.
The God of Destruction's gaze sank, and in his heart he couldn't help cursing Tang San once more.
Tang Wutong's nickname was Xiaoqi; although she was Tang San's daughter, the couple of the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life also loved this child dearly, almost treating her as their own daughter.
Now that he discovered Xiaoqi's Soul had actually been artificially torn apart, the anger in his heart rapidly spread like a lit fuse.
Furthermore, Tang San had obviously been observing and influencing the Lower Realm with his Divine Thought just now; to say that he didn't know Tang Wutong's Soul had problems was absolutely impossible.
And Tang San "secretly peeking" at Douluo Continent was evidently not once or twice; if he had discovered it long ago yet never resolved it, then there was definitely a problem.
In the God of Destruction's heart, a guess that shocked even himself couldn't help popping up: perhaps Xiaoqi's split Soul state at this moment came from Tang San's own hands.
His expression darkened a bit, and he couldn't help cursing again in his heart: "Unfit to be a father!"
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