Tang San stood there expressionlessly, his gaze still resting on the light curtain, and said in a calm tone: "This is the choice of fate. When Little Seven went to the Lower Realm, fate had already arranged it. Between her, Huo Yuhao, and the Auspicious Beast, an emotional entanglement is destined."
Hearing these words, Ning Rongrong's gaze flickered slightly.
Although Tang San did not directly answer her question, she had already understood.
That must have been Tang San acting behind the scenes, placing part of Tang Wutong's Soul onto the body of the Auspicious Beast.
But Tang Wutong was still so young when she went to the Lower Realm; the pain of tearing the Soul apart was not something an ordinary person could endure.
Ning Rongrong opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to comment on something.
But as the words reached her lips, she saw Tang San's unhurried expression once more, thinking that the position of God of Love that she had eagerly anticipated for so long still depended on his help to acquire, and ultimately swallowed those words back down.
Yet in that moment of silence, she suddenly felt that her Third Brother, who was once so pure and flawless, seemed to have changed.
Ning Rongrong did not think deeply into it, merely shifting her gaze back to the light curtain reflecting the scenery of the Lower Realm.
In the image, Jin Li's sacrifice was still continuing, and the golden light was gradually gathering, as if it was about to complete the final condensation.
Within the illusion of Qiankun Asking Love Valley, Huo Yuhao knew that he was completely unable to stop Jin Li right now.
His mental force sank into his Spiritual Sea, where several Spirit Souls had gathered together at this moment, feeling what was happening outside with grave expressions.
As Spirit Beasts, they knew better than anyone else what a sacrifice meant.
That was the complete devotion of Spirit Power and Soul, a sacrifice without asking for returns and leaving no room for regret.
Once completed, the existence of the sacrificer would completely vanish from the World.
Huo Yuhao's gaze eagerly fell upon Electrolux, his voice carrying an uncontrollable tremble, like a person about to drown desperately clutching the last piece of driftwood: "Teacher... can you stop her?"
Hearing this, Electrolux slowly shook his head and sighed softly: "Sacrifice should be a rule of this World, an existence akin to the Law. Even I cannot stop it now."
Huo Yuhao's face instantly turned pale, his entire body feeling as if the last bone supporting his body had been sucked away.
Even his omnipotent teacher in his heart was helpless at this moment; could he really only watch helplessly as Jin Li sacrificed herself, watching her walk toward that end just like her original trajectory of fate?
An intensity of unwillingness so strong that it almost crushed him surged up; he truly regretted it.
He regretted meeting the Auspicious Beast back then in the Star Dou Great Forest, regretted not hiding far away at that time, regretted bringing Jin Li to Sun Moon to participate in the competition...
Just as Huo Yuhao's emotions of remorse and unwillingness reached their peak, high up in the Spiritual Sea, the Scepter of Destruction that had always been quietly floating suddenly moved.
That scepter was dark all over, with dim patterns flowing across its surface. Normally, it lay dormant at the highest point of the Spiritual Sea like a forgotten ancient artifact, never showing any reaction.
Yet at this moment, under the impact of Huo Yuhao's emotions that were almost burning himself to ashes, the patterns on the surface of the scepter suddenly lit up for a split second, and a primordial force of destruction seemed to erupt for an instant, only to plunge back into dormancy immediately after.
That eruption came extremely fast and vanished extremely fast, so fast that even Huo Yuhao and Electrolux did not notice it.
But someone sensed it.
No!
To be more precise, a "god" sensed it.
Divine Realm, Destruction Divine Temple.
The God of Destruction, whose eyes had originally been slightly closed, suddenly opened them.
Within those scarlet pupils carried a trace of shock, as if he had been abruptly awakened from stillness by something.
Just in that very instant, he suddenly felt an energy fluctuation appear within the Divine Realm that shared the same Origin with him.
That pure and concentrated divine force of destruction was identical to his own aura.
But how could this be possible?
As a God King of Destruction, his divine force of destruction possessed uniqueness, being the authority granted to him by the Divine Realm Law. Logically speaking, it was utterly impossible for a second stream of divine force of destruction sharing the same Origin to appear.
Yet now, this impossible event had indeed happened.
The God of Destruction instantly grew interested. He slightly narrowed his scarlet eyes, and with a thought, his Divine Thought probed along the direction of the aforementioned fluctuation.
When his Divine Thought locked onto the Nine-Colored Divine Temple, his heart could not help but experience a slight shock; he did not expect that force of destruction to actually emerge from there.
It was the temple of the Nine-Colored Goddess Ning Rongrong. She had always had no intersection with the force of destruction; why would such a fluctuation suddenly appear?
The Divine Thought of the God of Destruction continued to probe deeper into the Nine-Colored Divine Temple, and immediately his expression changed abruptly.
He abruptly stood up, his angry voice echoing through the spacious Destruction Divine Temple, carrying undisguised fury: "Tang San! It is you again!"
Before his voice faded, his figure vanished from the temple like dust scattered by the wind.
When he appeared once more, he was already standing before the light curtain of the Nine-Colored Divine Temple, his scarlet eyes locked straight onto Tang San.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he questioned him: "Tang San, as a God King, you knowingly violate the Law and pry into the Lower Realm in private. Now that I have caught you red-handed, what else do you have to say?"
Then he turned his head to look at Ning Rongrong, saying: "The Nine-Colored Goddess failed to report what she knew; she is guilty of the same crime."
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong shivered slightly all over, her eyes that usually carried a bit of liveliness and banter visibly contracting at this moment.
She truly did not expect the God of Destruction to suddenly appear here and catch them red-handed violating the Divine Realm regulations by privately prying into the Lower Realm.
The regulations of the Divine Realm clearly stated that deities must not casually interfere with the operation of the Lower Realm, and especially using Divine Thought to directly intervene in Lower Realm affairs was a strictly prohibited action.
Subconsciously, she took half a step back, clearly somewhat frightened of the impartial God King, the God of Destruction.
Yet Tang San was already long accustomed to such a scene, remaining completely steady at this moment.
His expression was calm, and not even the slightest panic could be seen after being caught red-handed on the spot.
Unhurriedly, he raised his hand and waved it, silently dismissing the light and shadow imagery of the Lower Realm, before turning his head to look at the God of Destruction.
He spoke in a composed tone: "An upheaval has occurred in the Lower Realm. As a God Realm Enforcer, it is only proper for me to investigate it clearly."
Though he said this aloud, inwardly he was also secretly surprised. This time he clearly had not mobilized the God Realm Central Hub; logically speaking, the God of Destruction should not have sensed any abnormal fluctuations.
Yet now the God of Destruction had directly come knocking on his door, which made him faintly feel that something was amiss.
The God of Destruction let out a cold snort, his voice carrying unyielding sharpness: "Nonsense! The Divine Realm cannot meddle in the operation of the Lower Realm; this is a guideline of the Divine Realm since ancient times."
"Even if a massive upheaval occurs requiring the Divine Realm to get involved, it must go through deliberation and discussion by the God Realm Committee. How could you decide it privately?"
Compared to the panic on Ning Rongrong's face, Tang San still wore a composed and helpless expression at this moment: "One day in the Divine Realm is a year in the Lower Realm. Some matters simply cannot wait for the God Realm Committee to make a decision; I could only handle it first. If we waited for layer upon layer of discussions to conclude, the Lower Realm would likely have long missed the optimal time for intervention."
Watching him retain a calm complexion and quibble even after being caught red-handed, the God of Destruction grew even more furious.
He knew full well that Tang San was always eloquent and good at arguing, and he had never gained the upper hand in a verbal sparring match, so at this moment he couldn't be bothered to argue with him any further.
Suppressing the surging anger in his chest, he said coldly: "Tomorrow I will convene a Divine Realm meeting. Regarding this matter, you must give an explanation."
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A/N:
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