The God Realm was in turmoil.
Those low-level gods, unable to withstand even the aftershocks of a God-King level battle, turned pale and fled far from the core of the battlefield. Their sole mission was to expend every drop of their divine power to reinforce the overstrained, crack-riddled planar crystal wall of the God Realm, desperately attempting to maintain the final stability of this world.
Their faces were etched with terror, bewilderment, and helplessness.
A day in the God Realm is a year in the mortal world. Due to the differences in dimensions and the flow of time between planes, the vast majority of them were still immersed in the internal struggles of the God Realm. They had no idea that during the brief duration of this divine war, the lower realm they once knew and controlled—the Douluo Continent—had undergone terrifying, earth-shattering changes that defied all their perceptions.
They remained a group of high-and-mighty gods, looking down upon those they viewed as mere mortals.
Just then.
"Hmm?"
The Life Goddess's exquisite brows furrowed slightly. Her divine sense, which was connected to the very life source of the God Realm, keenly detected a slight... disharmony.
An energy that did not belong to the God Realm had silently pierced through the seemingly impregnable planar crystal wall. Then, like a hot knife through butter, it easily tore a gap in the crystal wall that countless gods had joined forces to maintain.
"What... what power is this?!"
For the first time, a look of horror appeared on the Life Goddess's face.
She was not the only one. Almost simultaneously, all the God-Kings engaged in fierce combat stopped their fighting in unison.
Tang San, the God of Destruction, the Golden Dragon King, Ma Hongjun... everyone's eyes snapped toward the azure sky of the God Realm. There, a pitch-black rift was silently and rapidly expanding.
With a bone-chilling sound like shattering glass, the sky of the God Realm was completely torn open. A violent bolt of violet-black lightning, fueled by resentment and the flames of vengeance, was the first to charge out of the black rift.
The lightning was incredibly fast, and its target was crystal clear. Ignoring all the God-Kings present, it shot straight toward the enforcer of the God Realm holding the Asura Demon Sword—Tang San.
Within the lightning was a woman with a figure so sultry it was extreme and a face of peerless beauty. However, that beautiful face was currently twisted with ferocity and madness.
It was the Demon Empress.
"Tang San!! Give me your life!!!"
Her sharp, piercing shriek was filled with grief for her late husband and bone-deep hatred for her enemy, shaking the entire God Realm.
"Hmph, a beast seeking its own death!"
Tang San's gaze instantly turned icy. Although he was shocked by this sudden turn of events, with his strength as a God-King, why would he care about a madwoman who wasn't even a God-King and had appeared out of nowhere?
He casually raised the Asura Demon Sword in his hand. The crimson blade blocked the Demon Empress's thunderous strike—which concentrated all her divine power—with flawless precision.
Clang—!!
A massive explosion of metal meeting metal erupted in the God Realm. The Demon Empress's figure was sent flying backward by the immense recoil, a mouthful of violet divine blood spraying from her lips. Yet, there was no retreat in her eyes, only an even more frenzied killing intent.
However, Tang San, having blocked the strike, didn't even spare her another glance. He didn't care whether the madwoman lived or died, for he simply didn't believe she could pose any threat to him.
His gaze, his entire attention, and his very soul were completely seized by another figure slowly stepping out from the rift.
It was a handsome young man wearing a black trench coat. And in that man's arms, he was cradling a figure that Tang San had yearned for in his dreams, day and night.
A pink dress, a waterfall-like scorpion braid, a flawless and delicate face, and those large, watery eyes that had once held tenderness only for him.
It was Xiao Wu.
In that instant, Tang San's mind went blank. He stared dazed at the figure held in Huo Yuhao's arms. On his usually stoic face, there appeared, for the first time, a mortal-like expression of stagnation and disbelief.
Time seemed to stand still in this moment.
"Xiao... Xiao Wu?"
He muttered the name he had repeated countless billions of times in his heart. His voice was dry, raspy, and trembling.
However, this brief stupor was quickly replaced by a heaven-scorching rage and killing intent capable of incinerating the entire God Realm. Because he saw it.
Huo Yuhao was currently holding Xiao Wu tightly in his arms with an intensely possessive posture. It was a posture full of the declaration of sovereignty—a desecrating stance that should only exist between the most intimate of lovers.
What made his eyes feel as if they were bursting was that his Xiao Wu, his wife, was actually staying there quietly, allowing that man to take liberties with her. Her face showed no hint of resistance; instead, it even carried a trace of nearly imperceptible serenity and dependence.
Boom—!!!
The strings of reason in Tang San's mind snapped completely. The Great God Realm War, the foreign invasion... everything was thrown to the back of his mind at this moment. In his eyes, there only remained the pair of man and woman who had pierced his heart.
"Xiao Wu!!!"
He let out a heart-wrenching roar. His body transformed into a streak of blood-light as he flew recklessly toward Huo Yuhao and the Xiao Wu in his arms, wanting to snatch his wife back from that bastard.
However, faced with his urgent and furious recognition.
Xiao Wu's reaction was like a bucket of the most bone-chilling ice water, drenching him from head to toe. She merely furrowed her beautiful brows slightly, her gaze toward Tang San filled with strangeness, confusion, and a hint of... faint disgust.
"Who are you?"
Her cold voice was like the sharpest icicle, stabbing ruthlessly into Tang San's heart. These three words caused Tang San's charging figure to jerk to a halt, as if struck by lightning.
"Xiao Wu, it's me. I am your husband, Tang San. Do you not recognize me?" He was nearly begging, his voice shaking.
The answer he received was Xiao Wu's even colder and more decisive words. She didn't even look at Tang San again; instead, she leaned her head gently against Huo Yuhao's chest and said in a matter-of-fact tone:
"My husband is him." She pointed at Huo Yuhao. "As for you, I don't know you."
Boom!!!
It was like a bolt from the blue! Tang San froze in place. His brain had completely ceased to function. What was he seeing? What was he hearing?
His Xiao Wu said she didn't know him? His Xiao Wu said her husband was that Huo Yuhao, whom he had treated as a pawn to be calculated against?
Impossible, this was absolutely impossible. This was an illusion. It had to be that bastard using some evil illusion technique on Xiao Wu.
However, in the next second. As a God-King, his incredibly keen divine sense allowed him to see a reality far more cruel and hopeless than any illusion.
He saw that between Huo Yuhao and Xiao Wu, a source of identical, perfectly blended divine power was slowly flowing and circulating. Their auras and their souls were already tightly linked together as one, indistinguishable from each other.
That kind of deep soul-binding, that harmonious energy circulation, only had one possibility...
That was, they had already engaged in the deepest level of divine soul and physical... dual cultivation.
A term from the mortal world, full of humiliation and malice, surfaced in Tang San's mind like the most vicious curse.
—Cuckold.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh—!!!"
A roar that did not sound human, filled with endless pain, humiliation, and madness, tore from Tang San's throat. His handsome face was completely distorted by extreme fury, becoming more hideous than the most ferocious demon. His God-King eyes were instantly filled with a crimson, pure killing intent.
Meanwhile, the other God-Kings of the God Realm had long been completely stunned by this sudden, God-level NTR drama. Everyone stared slack-jawed at this scene, even forgetting to breathe.
The God of Destruction stopped his action of gathering divine power, his violet eyes flashing with a light of schadenfreude. The Life Goddess covered her mouth, her beautiful face written with disbelief and a shred of pity. Ma Hongjun's phoenix flames even flickered out. The God of Emotion, Rong Nianbing, also had a twitch in the corner of his mouth, his gaze toward Tang San full of pity and strangeness.
Who among them didn't know Xiao Wu? That was the wife of the Sea God, Tang San. Their love story—from human to soul beast, spanning races, experiencing life and death, and finally both becoming gods—was a celebrated tale throughout the God Realm, the model couple envied by all deities.
Back then, to protect Tang San, Xiao Wu had been knocked into the space-time turbulence by Ma Hongjun, and everyone thought she was dead. Tang San had even gone completely mad because of it, wanting to destroy everything.
But now... Xiao Wu wasn't dead. She had returned. But she had returned cradled in another man's arms. Furthermore, in front of everyone, she had given Tang San a green hat so glowing that it was enough to be recorded in the annals of the God Realm.
To Tang San, this situation was ten thousand times more painful, humiliating, and maddening than Xiao Wu actually being dead.
"Huo—Yu—Hao—!!!"
Tang San squeezed the name out from between his teeth, one word at a time. Every word carried a heaven-shaking killing intent enough to freeze the soul.
"I want you dead!!!"
The Asura Demon Sword in his hand erupted with an unprecedented, world-destroying crimson sword-light. Carrying all his God-King power and a heart that was completely shattered, leaving only killing intent, he slashed ruthlessly toward the man who had stolen everything from him.
Seeing the Asura sword-light, which contained all the fury of a God-King, about to descend.
Huo Yuhao's gaze remained calm. He didn't even take a defensive posture; he simply hugged the indifferent Xiao Wu in his arms a bit tighter. Because he knew he didn't need to act.
At the instant that crimson sword-light was less than an inch from his forehead.
An indescribable black-red blade-light, seemingly originating from the void of the end of all things, fell from the sky. It made no sound and raised no ripples of energy. It simply existed there, and then, everything it passed through—space, laws, even Tang San's violent Asura divine power—seemed to be directly erased on a conceptual level.
The invincible Asura sword-light, upon contact with the black-red blade-light, melted and disintegrated like snow under a blazing sun, turning into the most primitive nothingness.
Chii—!
The blade-light tore through the incredibly sturdy space of the God Realm without obstruction and slashed into Tang San's God-King body.
Boom—!!!
Accompanied by a massive sound that shook the God Realm, this God-King who had once held the reins of power and possessed dual god-seats was struck head-on like a falling meteorite. He was viciously cleaved away by that irresistible, terrifying power containing the force of the void.
His God-King body traced a parabolic arc spanning tens of thousands of miles through the air, smashing over a dozen floating divine mountains along the way. Finally, like a battered meteor, he crashed heavily into the chaotic zone at the edge of the God Realm, kicking up dust that filled the sky.
A tall, cold, and beautiful figure holding a tachi silently appeared in front of Huo Yuhao. Her face held no expression as she merely cast a faint glance at the distant Tang San, who was struggling to crawl back up.
It was Acheron.
"Go do your own business."
A flat voice rang in Huo Yuhao's ear. Lu Jingming's figure had appeared beside him at some unknown point.
"I've seen enough of the fun." A playful smile curled at the corner of Lu Jingming's mouth. "With your strength, staying here is just a burden. You might as well take this chance to go rescue your mother whom you've been thinking of."
Huo Yuhao gave Lu Jingming a deep look. He knew this was part of the deal. He helped Lu Jingming put on this grand play enough to drive Tang San completely mad. In return, Lu Jingming created an opportunity for him to go deep into the God Realm to rescue his mother's soul.
"Thank you." He offered no redundant words and gave Lu Jingming a slight nod.
Immediately, he closed his eyes. His massive divine sense belonging to the "God of Consciousness" instantly spread out. Following that mysterious bloodline connection, he precisely locked onto a soul coordinate located within the God Realm.
In the next moment, he hesitated no longer. Holding Xiao Wu, his body flickered as he transformed into a streak of light, racing toward that direction at top speed.
Throughout the entire process, not a single deity dared to step forward to stop him.