Tang San shook his head, his gaze looking into the distance, piercing through layers of the space, and landing on a familiar planet.
“It is not,” he said, “I am just worried about matters on the Douluo Continent.”
“One day in the Divine Realm is one year in the mortal world.
We have been in the Divine Realm for over twenty years, yet ten thousand years have passed on the Douluo Continent, and the Tang Sect has withered.”
His voice carried a hint of melancholy.
Xiao Wu held his hand and comforted him softly: “Brother, don’t overthink it.
In a sense, the withering of the Tang Sect is also due to the progress of the era and the plane.
As a Law Enforcer of the Divine Realm, you cannot interfere with the natural evolution of a plane, right?”
Tang San nodded: “You are right.
But the Tang Sect was created by my own hands after all; I truly cannot bear to see it perish just like that.”
He paused, his gaze becoming deeper.
“Six days ago, I discovered that a Son of Destiny seemed to have been born on the Douluo Continent, and he has countless ties to my Tang Sect.
I tried to see his fate clearly…”
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
“I never expected that incident to happen!
It caused me to be confined for six days!”
Xiao Wu gently stroked his chest and said softly: “Brother, you don’t need to worry too much.
Let’s rest well first; you haven’t closed your eyes for six days.”
Tang San nodded and reached out to pull Xiao Wu into his embrace.
Xiao Wu rested her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
Tang San gently stroked her beautiful hair with one hand while holding her slender waist with the other, yet his gaze remained fixed on the Douluo Continent through layers of mist.
His Mental Energy, like invisible threads, pierced through the barrier between the Divine Realm and the mortal realm, landing on that azure planet.
Star Dou Great Forest, normal.
Shrek City, normal.
Star Luo Empire, Heavenly Soul Empire, Sun Moon Empire…
Everything looked no different from six years ago.
Those pieces he had placed, those hidden moves he had arranged, were all still waiting quietly in their original places.
Only…
Tang San’s brows furrowed slightly.
That Son of Destiny…
His Mental Energy locked onto a six-year-old child in the White Tiger Dukes Mansion of the Star Luo Empire.
He had just completed his Awakening, which was an eye-type Spirit, and his Innate Soul Power was only at level one, making him subject to endless mockery and bullying.
Yet, an extremely dense golden light of Luck condensed upon him.
That is the symbol of a Son of Destiny.
But…
Tang San carefully sensed that mass of Luck, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
Why does this Luck seem a bit dim?
It is as if…
a portion of it has been drained away?
He was silent for a moment, then probed carefully again.
That’s right, it is indeed less.
Who tampered with it?
A cold glint flashed in Tang San’s eyes.
The Douluo Plane Consciousness!
It must be that old thing!
It dares to intercept the plane’s Luck without permission?
It has a path to death!
Tang San’s fists clenched and unclenched, clenched and unclenched.
After a while, he took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
Forget it.
As long as this Son of Destiny continues along the path he has planned, it will not affect his Ten Thousand Year Grand Plan.
As for that half of the Luck that was taken away…
Tang San’s gaze swept across the entire Douluo Continent, trying to find the whereabouts of the other half of the Luck.
But strangely, he could not sense it at all.
It was as if that half of the Luck had vanished into thin air.
How is this possible?
With his strength at the God King level, how could there be anything on the Douluo Continent that he could not sense?
Unless…
Unless that Luck is not on the Douluo Continent at all, or it has been hidden by someone.
Tang San pondered for a moment, then finally shook his head.
Forget it.
As long as that Son of Destiny is still there, as long as he can grow step by step, and eventually become a successor of the Tang Sect and a pillar of Shrek, that is enough.
As for that missing half of the Luck, we shall speak of it later.
He looked down at Xiao Wu in his arms; her eyelashes were trembling gently, like two resting butterflies.
A gentle smile appeared on the corner of Tang San’s mouth.
Let’s accompany the scabbard first.
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Douluo Continent.
Far North, near the Snow Palace.
Sunlight spilled onto the snow-white ground, refracting thousands of beams of light.
A small figure was dancing on the snow.
The long sword in his hand had a simple blade, yet in those small hands, it danced with a sharp Aura.
Thrust, hack, lift, slash…
Every move and style was well-executed.
Not far away, a white, graceful figure sat quietly on an ice rock, legs crossed, her beautiful legs swaying gently, her two exquisite bare feet exposed, yet she felt no cold at all.
She watched the boy practicing sword, a shallow smile on her lips.
It was none other than the Snow Empress.
She had been sitting here for an hour, just watching quietly.
It was not until Lin Yaoyang stopped to rest that she spoke.
“Yaoyang.”
Lin Yaoyang turned his head, his orange-red short hair particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
“Sister Xueer, what is it?”
The Snow Empress stood up and walked over to him.
She said seriously: “Your Spirit is not a sword-type Spirit, so you don’t need to practice swordsmanship so hard.
It is fine to practice occasionally; put your energy into Cultivating Soul Power.”
Lin Yaoyang, however, disagreed: “Sister Xueer, you don’t have a sword-type Spirit either.
Yet don’t you have a peerless sword technique, the Emperor Sword, and a complete set of sword skills?”
The Snow Empress was stunned for a moment, then reached out her jade hand and flicked his forehead lightly.
“Can that be the same?” she said crossly, “I spent endless years figuring it out; do you have a lifespan like mine?
Besides, my Emperor Sword does not align with your Spirit’s attributes; they are completely opposite.
Even if you condense it with Soul Power, the power will be far inferior to mine.”
This is the truth.
Her Emperor Sword is a condensation of the ice attribute, Ultimate Ice.
And Lin Yaoyang’s Spirit is Ultimate Fire plus Ultimate Light, which is naturally opposed to the ice attribute.
Forcing an imitation will only yield half the result with twice the effort.
But Lin Yaoyang shook his head, a glimmer of seriousness flashing in his eyes.
“Sister Xueer, you cannot say it like that.”
He raised his head to look at the Snow Empress, his orange-red eyes seeming to burn with small flames in the sunlight.
“Ice and fire share the same source; the two have never been natural enemies.
They are merely the gathering and releasing of heaven and earth energy; in essence, they are of the same root and origin.”
“Perhaps one day, I will be able to comprehend my own sword from your Emperor Sword!”
The Snow Empress was taken aback upon hearing this.
She looked at the child in front of her, looking at the serious glimmer in his eyes, and for a moment, she was somewhat dazed.
Ice and fire share the same source…
This principle, having lived for seven hundred thousand years, she naturally understood.
But understanding is one thing, and being able to do it is another.
Ultimate Ice and Ultimate Fire, wanting to achieve Fusion and mastery, how could it be easy?
But this child…
he is only six years old.
At the age of six, he can say such things.
The Snow Empress was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek.
“You little brat,” she said with a smile, shaking her head, “How do you have such a set of grand principles?”
Lin Yaoyang grimaced in pain: “Sister Xueer, ouch, ouch, ouch…”
“Since you have confidence, then work hard,” the Snow Empress released her hand, her eyes full of doting, “Sister believes in you.”
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