Douluo Planet is dying.
It is not the kind of spectacular collapse, not mountains crumbling or earth cracking, not tsunamis swallowing the sky.
Instead, it is a slow, silent process, just like an old tree hollowed out from within by termites; it looks lush and leafy on the surface, but inside, it is already riddled with holes.
In the space, a nearly transparent shadow of light floated silently.
It had no fixed form.
Sometimes it stretched like flowing clouds, sometimes it swirled like a galaxy, and sometimes it contracted into a vague human outline.
Each change exuded exhaustion, like the final flickering of a candle in the wind.
This was the Plane Consciousness of Douluo Planet.
It had lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years.
From the moment the first life was born on this planet, it had existed.
It had witnessed the rise of Spirit Beasts, the reproduction of humans, and the rise and fall of generations of Geniuses.
The vicissitudes of life were nothing more than the ebb and flow of tides in its eyes.
But it had never been like this before…
afraid.
It raised its head, its gaze piercing through the endless space, looking toward an unknown direction.
Even separated by billions of miles, even separated by the barrier between the God and human realms, it could still feel that a gaze was also piercing through the space and landing on it.
That gaze was kind, compassionate, and filled with divine radiance.
Yet it was precisely this gaze that made it shudder all over.
“Tang San…”
Once upon a time, it too had rejoiced at the rise of this young man.
From a Spirit Master with a trash Spirit of Blue Silver Grass, to the great Sea God, and then to the Asura God King.
Tang San’s legend had inspired countless people.
But it did not expect that when this person became a God King, his ambition would expand along with it.
Being a law-enforcement God King of the Divine Realm was not enough; what he wanted was the entire Douluo Planet.
The Plane Consciousness lowered its gaze, looking toward a certain place on the planet, where a golden ancient tree stood towering, its branches and leaves flowing with brilliant golden light.
And deep within the roots of the ancient tree, a Blue Silver Emperor, entirely dark blue, was frantically absorbing the planet’s life force.
Her roots were dug into the Origin, devouring its body every second.
That was Ah Yin, Tang San’s mother.
Even deeper, there was another, more greedy and violent consciousness, Tang Hao.
He existed as a plane devourer, eroding the Origin of the Plane Consciousness inch by inch.
His devouring was not as gentle as Ah Yin’s; instead, it was direct tearing, plundering, and occupying.
A family of three, with a clear division of labor.
The father plunders the Origin, the mother devours life, and the son is up above, waiting to close the net.
In another ten thousand years, or perhaps even shorter, it would completely dissipate.
By then, Douluo Planet would become Tang San’s backyard, and all living beings would become ants in his palm.
Life and death would be at his whim, in a single thought.
“I am not reconciled…”
The Plane Consciousness whispered.
It had tried to resist.
It had tried to cultivate so-called “Children of Luck”.
Generation after generation, it poured the Luck of the plane into those gifted children, hoping they could grow into beings capable of contending with the gods.
But every Genius it chose would eventually, under Tang San’s schemes, either fall, surrender, or unknowingly walk the path Tang San had paved for them.
That person understood too well how to play with fate.
It was already on the verge of despair.
…
Divine Realm.
A sea-blue palace was shrouded in a dreamlike halo.
Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, the palace appeared and disappeared, like a mirage.
Between the palace and the clouds, a slender and upright figure stood quietly.
This person had long water-blue hair as smooth as a waterfall, hanging down to his waist.
Looking only from the back, his graceful figure could easily make one mistake him for a charming woman.
But upon turning his face, that sharp-featured face carried an indescribable complexity.
Between his brows was great compassion, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing coldness and sinister intent.
He was the new generation of Sea God and Asura God, the pure and noble, Teacher-respecting Tang San, God King Tang!
At this moment, his gaze pierced through the space and landed on Douluo Planet.
“Soon…
soon…”
His voice was soft, like a lover’s whisper.
“At most, in another ten thousand years, Douluo Continent will completely become my Tang Clan Continent…”
He chuckled, not continuing.
But the chill in that smile was enough to freeze the eternal spring of the Divine Realm.
Whatever the Tang Clan sets its eyes on, sooner or later, it will be the Tang Clan’s.
Just then…
A golden stream of light, like a falling sun, shot out from the depths of the Chaos outside the Divine Realm without any warning!
The light was so dazzling that even a God King like Tang San subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
He could only vaguely see that it was an extremely pure mass of energy that was almost burning.
The golden light approached at an incredible speed and slammed fiercely into the barrier of the Divine Realm!
In that instant, the entire Divine Realm shuddered violently.
Countless Gods rose in alarm from their respective palaces, looking in horror at the direction from which the tremor came.
This was something that had never happened since the existence of the Divine Realm!
Tang San frowned.
“What is that?!”
The golden light broke through the barrier of the Divine Realm, dragging a long tail of flame like a meteor falling to the world, whistling toward the direction of Douluo Planet.
It was definitely not an ordinary object!
Tang San’s pupils contracted suddenly, and then burst with greedy light.
An existence capable of breaking through the barrier of the Divine Realm, even if it were the worst treasure, would be enough to tempt a God King!
He waved his large hand, and a huge golden fish fork appeared out of thin air—the Sea God Trident!
Just as he was preparing to intercept that golden light, a purple figure stepped out from the space.
“Tang San!”
The roar was like a thunderclap, shaking the palace until it trembled.
The person who arrived was surrounded by purple light, majestic and domineering; it was the Divine Realm’s law-enforcement god, the God of Destruction.
“As the Asura law-enforcement god, you have repeatedly interfered in the Lower Realm!
Now you have even allowed outside power to break through the barrier of the Divine Realm!”
The God of Destruction’s gaze pierced toward Tang San like a sharp sword.
The barrier of the Divine Realm in this direction was exactly the area Tang San was responsible for guarding.
“Negligence of duty!
According to the laws of the Divine Realm, you are confined for six days!”
Tang San’s expression instantly became extremely ugly.
“Damn Destruction!
You have repeatedly opposed me; you have already courted death!”
He suppressed the anger in his heart and squeezed a gentle smile onto his face: “Destruction, I am indeed responsible for this barrier.
But I am busy with a thousand things every day, and I also have to discipline that little troublemaker Xiao Qi, so it is inevitable that there might be some oversight.”
“Oversight?”
The God of Destruction snorted coldly, “Tang San, stop making excuses.
You only know how to stare at that one acre and three cents of land on Douluo Planet all day; when have you ever handled any other affairs?
Today, this confinement, you are definitely going to serve it!”
Tang San caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that the golden light had already penetrated the barrier and fallen into the scope of Douluo Planet.
His fingers tightened slightly, and light swirled on the trident.
But in front of him, the God of Destruction would not give an inch.
Six days of confinement…
One day in the Divine Realm is one year in the Lower Realm.
Six years—Douluo Continent should not have any major changes.
I can only…
go along with Destruction for now.
Tang San took a deep breath, put away the trident, and his signature compassionate smile reappeared on his face: “Since it is the law of the Divine Realm, Tang San will naturally comply.”
He turned around and, under the surveillance of the God of Destruction, walked toward the Confinement Palace.
But the moment he turned, a glimmer of extremely cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Six years.
I hope that thing doesn’t cause any trouble for me.
Otherwise…
See you in the next one!