Someone had to go to the Douluo Continent, immediately figure out the situation in the lower realm, and find Xiao Wu.
He himself was absolutely unable to get away.
As one of the original core members of the God Realm Committee, the dual God King of the Sea God and the Asura God, he was undoubtedly one of the most visible focal points in this chaotic battle. Any abnormal movement would attract countless eyes.
But his parents... and Mubai and the others...
Tang San's divine sense silently locked onto two figures at the edge of the battlefield who, due to their relatively weaker strength, had not directly approached and were watching the battle with faces full of worry—his father, Tang Hao, and his mother, Ah Yin.
At the same time, he noticed Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and others who were also observing the battle from the periphery.
It would be them.
A subtle divine thought, like an invisible thread, pierced through the chaotic energy currents and accurately entered the minds of Tang Hao and Ah Yin:
"Father, Mother, the God Realm is untenable. The great war's duration is unknown, but changes have occurred in the lower realm concerning Xiao Wu and the foundation of my God Position. Quickly take Mubai and the others. Seize the chaos to descend to the lower realm, investigate the truth, and search for Xiao Wu's traces."
Tang Hao and Ah Yin both trembled at the same time upon receiving the message. They quickly exchanged glances, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
They knew the immense pressure their son was facing right now and the danger of relaying this message during the chaos.
Deities interfering with the mortal world was strictly forbidden by the God Realm, and even Rank 2 Gods were not qualified to transmit messages.
Descending with their true bodies? That was an even more severe violation of the God Realm's iron laws. Should the God of Destruction discover it, whoever it was would be severely punished.
But... looking at the God Realm before them, which resembled an apocalypse, and thinking of "Xiao Wu" and the "foundation of his God Position" mentioned by their son, what did the damn iron laws matter?
Rules were rigid; people were flexible.
They had originally ascended from the lower realm and lacked reverence for those restrictive rules.
Tang San had reached his current position by never adhering strictly to the rules.
A flicker of determination flashed in Ah Yin's eyes, and she nodded slightly to Tang Hao.
Tang Hao took a deep breath, and a hint of ruthlessness crossed his weather-beaten face.
He subtly began moving toward where Dai Mubai and the others were located, simultaneously relaying a brief message to Dai Mubai using a secret communication method unique to their group.
Dai Mubai, who was watching the battle, received Tang Hao's message. His tiger eyes narrowed with a flicker of astonishment, which was quickly replaced by understanding.
He trusted Tang Hao, and he trusted Tang San.
He immediately relayed the information to Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong.
The companions who had once shared life and death quickly reached a consensus after a moment of surprise and doubt.
They silently retreated, gradually moving away from the battlefield.
The entire process was noiseless. On the grand God Realm battlefield, the movements of a few Rank 2 and Rank 3 Gods were like a few ripples in the ocean; they couldn't possibly draw the attention of the God Kings locked in a life-and-death struggle.
The Golden Dragon King was roaring, Ma Hongjun was burning, Chang Gongwei was purifying, and Hailong was stirring... who would care about the movements of a few "small fries"?
On the battlefield, Tang San, seemingly frenzied, forced Ma Hongjun back with a sword thrust, then swung the Asura Demonic Sword horizontally, cutting toward the attacking God of Madness, Lei Xiang.
He noticed out of the corner of his eye that his parents and companions had successfully disappeared from the edge of the battlefield, and a slight sense of relief washed over him.
In the Sea of Stars, the colossal sphere of pure energy and information flow—the core of the Douluo Star celestial computer—fluctuated slightly.
The next instant, the Star Soul, Hatsune Miku, who had transformed into a green twin-tailed beautiful girl, projected a highest-priority alert onto the main screens of the Herta Space Station and Ruan Mei's laboratory.
Almost simultaneously, space rippled, and Lu Jingming's figure appeared in the laboratory.
His gaze immediately locked onto the perfectly clear real-time image on the screen—six beams of light imbued with divine might, seemingly capable of tearing the firmament, ignored the barrier of the plane and fiercely pierced through the clouds, striking directly onto a desolate plain on the Douluo Continent.
As the light pillars dissipated, six figures radiating powerful auras were revealed: Tang Hao, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and Ah Yin.
"You're here. See for yourself; your trouble has arrived."
Herta crossed her arms, her delicate face showing a hint of nonchalance, as if the six descending Gods on the screen were not deities but six flies that had mistakenly entered the laboratory.
To her, the existence of Tang Hao and the others was far less appealing than an unsolved mathematical conjecture or a peculiar cosmic constant.
Lu Jingming stared at the six figures on the screen, but the corners of his mouth curled into a predictable arc.
"It seems Tang San has finally reacted. Fair enough, he is a God King after all. Even if his mind is clouded by hatred, it's impossible for him to remain completely inactive after the demise of his daughter, the theft of the Golden Tree, and the continuous appearance of new Sea Gods on the Douluo Continent."
His tone was calm.
"If he remained indifferent even after all this, I'd have to wonder if the loss of Xiao Wu had turned him into an imbecile."
He paused, letting out a cold, mocking laugh:
"Heh, deities descending to the lower realm... Sure enough, so-called rules are meant to restrain the weak. For true powerhouses, the laws of the God Realm are nothing more than a piece of scrap paper that can be torn up at any time."
He saw it clearly.
The God Realm was essentially still a world where the strong reigned supreme.
The iron law prohibiting deities from interfering with the lower realm was primarily to restrict ordinary Gods who had ascended from subordinate planes, maintaining the detachment and stability of the God Realm itself.
But for God Kings who wielded authority, the restrictive power of this so-called iron law was extremely limited.
In the original timeline, were it not for the God of Destruction, who was rigid and insisted on rules, keeping him in check, why would the Sea God Tang San have needed to be so cautious and plot in secret?
He could have openly issued divine edicts and directly intervened in the continent's situation. How many people would dare to criticize? Strength was the ultimate voice.
"My dear, what do you plan to do?"
A gentle and intimate voice sounded next to Lu Jingming's ear.
Ruan Mei had approached without him knowing, extending her slender, beautiful hand to gently caress Lu Jingming's cheek. In her beautiful eyes, a light flickered, similar to that of a researcher observing a rare specimen.
"I still lack a few... God-level experimental subjects. Their life structures must be very interesting."
Her tone was utterly natural, as if she were asking for a few ordinary pieces of lab equipment, not living, breathing Rank 2 Gods.
"Tsk."
Herta, standing nearby, couldn't help but click her tongue, a clear expression of displeasure on her face.
This dissatisfaction stemmed both from her good friend Ruan Mei's intimate posture, acting as if they were alone, and from a certain subtle, unacknowledged fondness she might have for Lu Jingming herself.
Watching the two of them being affectionate right in front of her made her quite unhappy.
Lu Jingming was not surprised by Ruan Mei's request. He took her hand in his and said with a relaxed tone:
"That's easy. Rank 2 God-level lab rats are indeed precious, once-in-a-lifetime materials. I will have Hysilens and Cerydra assist with your research. They will help you capture one. If necessary, you can also call Gu Yuena; she should be interested in taking action against the Gods of the God Realm."
His words conveyed absolute confidence.
Rank 2 Gods might be unapproachable, unconquerable supreme beings for the native forces on the Douluo Continent.
But in the face of the unfathomably deep foundation of the Abyss City, God-level combat power had never been a scarce resource.
A careful inventory of Abyss City's high-end forces included Jingliu, whose swordsmanship could slice through stars; Gu Yuena, the Silver Dragon King who controlled the elements' origin; the Asura God Cerydra; the Sea God Hysilens; Herta, the Aeon-like figure of Nous, with countless means; Acheron, who walked the Path of Nihility and whose blade could sever concepts; and the Aeon of Time, Idrila... Any one of them possessed the strength to directly confront or even defeat a Rank 2 God.
Furthermore, there was Wang Qiu'er, who had not fully matured but had already inherited the Sea God Position.
And Zhang Lexuan, who had obtained the Moon God Position and was on the verge of apotheosis.
Not to mention Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong from the parallel world... These were all forces Abyss City could mobilize.
Tang Hao and the others were at most Rank 2 Gods, and even if someone possessed Rank 1 God combat power, in Lu Jingming's eyes, they were merely high-quality experimental materials delivered to his doorstep. They had no chance of shaking Abyss City in the slightest, nor could they make him feel even a hint of tension.
Six brilliant divine lights, like falling meteors, crashed onto a desolate plain in the Douluo Continent, a region rarely visited by humans, stirring up a sky full of dust. The powerful divine power fluctuations caused all creatures within dozens of miles to tremble and prostrate themselves.
As the light faded, six figures with auras distinctly different from mortals clearly appeared.
Leading them was a burly man with a resolute face and a short beard. He held a massive Clear Sky Hammer, and his aura was profound and heavy—it was Tang Hao.
Beside him was a woman in a long blue dress, gentle and graceful, with curiosity in her eyes—Ah Yin.
Slightly behind them were a pair of distinguished-looking man and woman.
The man had scattered golden hair and double-pupils, possessing an imposing, yet wild, demeanor. A fierce White Tiger aura faintly lingered around him; he was the God of War, Dai Mubai.
The woman close to him wore black, with a curvaceous figure and stunning beauty, but radiated a coldness that deterred others. Her eyes were languid yet sharp; she was the God of Speed, Zhu Zhuqing.
On the other side, a handsome young man, with a playful and clever air, curiously looked around. He was the God of Cookery, Oscar.
Beside him, a woman in a pink dress, beautiful like an elf and with a noble, graceful temperament, was holding his arm, her eyes filled with excitement and nostalgia; she was the Nine-Colored Goddess, Ning Rongrong.
With their feet truly planted on this familiar yet utterly strange land, sensing the Heaven and Earth Origin Power—much thinner than in the God Realm but carrying a unique mortal vibrancy—six Gods showed varying degrees of emotion and daze.
"It truly is... a long time no see."
Tang Hao's voice was low, carrying the vicissitudes of time.
He deliberately stomped on the solid ground beneath his feet. The Clear Sky Hammer disappeared from his palm, and he scanned the somewhat desolate surroundings with a complex gaze, yet he could vaguely discern the contours of the land from ten thousand years ago.
For him, this continent carried too many grudges and affections, from the glory and humiliation of the Clear Sky Clan to his meeting and falling in love with Ah Yin, and then the life-or-death struggle with the Spirit Hall... Finally, they ascended to the God Realm, thinking they would never return in this life.
"Yes, twenty-plus years in the God Realm, yet ten thousand years have passed in the lower realm."
Ah Yin sighed softly. As the Blue Silver Emperor, she was most sensitive to the aura of life.
She could feel that the life pulse of this continent remained, but the aura flowing within it was distinctly different from ten thousand years ago, with many traces of cold and efficient "non-natural" creations that she could not comprehend.
"Wow! Is this the air of the Douluo Continent ten thousand years later? It feels like... the Heaven and Earth Origin Power is much higher than in our era."
Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, sensing that the Heaven and Earth Origin Power was more active than in their time.
But the excitement of returning to her homeland made her overlook these details. She excitedly looked around, as if trying to find a familiar shadow in this wilderness.
"It's truly nostalgic. It's been so many years since I came back. I wonder if our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan... oh, no, it should be the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan now, is still around? How has it developed?"
As the former princess of one of the three great upper clans, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was one of the most important attachments in her heart.
Even with a more exalted God Position and eternal life in the God Realm, the Sect remained an entity she worried about.
Dai Mubai's heart was similarly turbulent. He looked into the distance, his double-pupils seemingly reflecting the majestic Imperial City of the Star Luo Empire:
"Ten thousand years of change, and people are no longer the same. I wonder if the Star Luo Empire still stands on this continent, and if the bloodline of my Dai family... is still prosperous."
As a direct descendant of the Star Luo Imperial Family and one of the original Shrek Seven Devils, his affection for his former country was profound.
The God Realm's rules were strict. Rank 2 Gods were almost never permitted to descend without a special reason. He never thought he would have the chance to set foot on the land where he was born again.
Compared to the excitement of Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing's reaction was much calmer. She even let out a lazy yawn, a trace of disinterest on her beautiful face:
"What if it is? It probably has nothing to do with us anymore."
She and Dai Mubai were companions in the God Realm and did not leave behind offspring.
Even if the White Tiger lineage persisted, they would only be descendants with the same bloodline, not her direct progeny.
She had no great obsession with power or family. Had there not been sudden changes in the God Realm and Tang San's request, she would rather stay in her own Divine Palace in the God Realm, studying interesting creations called "video games" brought from other planes, rather than getting involved in the conflicts.
Oscar put his arm around Ning Rongrong's shoulder and laughed to ease the tension:
"Don't say that, Zhuqing. After all, it's the place where we were born, grew up, and fought. It's only natural to feel some emotion when we set foot on this land again after ten thousand years."
He had no worries left on the Douluo Continent. His relatives and friends had all turned into the dust of history, and he hadn't established a Sect heritage. For him, the descent was more like the novelty of revisiting an old place.
"Who cares what it has become? We're back, anyway. I just wonder what the food is like now. Are there any new delicacies..."
As the God of Cookery, he was very interested in whether any new gourmet dishes had emerged on the Douluo Continent over the years.
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