Douluo Continent: My Days in the Tang Sect

what happened?

Has the facade I once cultivated vanished?
Tang San controlled his facial expressions very well, revealing no flaws.

He pretended to have finished reading and then looked up with a surprised expression.

"Another world has actually appeared within the realm of the gods?"

"You don't know? It's your responsibility to patrol the realm of the gods!"

Hearing Tang San's surprised expression, the God of Destruction felt his displeasure rise again.

Tang San glanced at the God of Destruction with surprise, then seized the opportunity to counterattack.

"Godly patrol? God of Destruction, my domain is cleaner than the temple of the Southern Volcano. The Celestial Hunters have been disbanded, and my generals are still imprisoned in the Ice God Realm."

"What will I use to go on my hunting expedition?"

Would you be willing to lend us some soldiers?

The God of Destruction was enraged by these three questions.

He snorted coldly, wanting to get angry, but he knew he was in the wrong.

The Celestial Hunter and the Asura Temple were gradually weakened and dismantled by him.

There's a problem with patrolling the divine realm's borders. Logically, it should be the God of Destruction, Mo Xia, who should be responsible for this.

The God of Destruction, realizing he was in the wrong, stood up, turned and left with an indifferent expression.

Even after the God of Destruction left the central hub of the God Realm, Tang San still wore a slightly surprised expression.

When the purple streak of light returned to the direction it was flying towards the destroyed castle, Tang San slowly composed himself.

He raised his hand to summon a chair, sat down, and began to think.

What went wrong.

The Abyss World was the first one he discovered. When he explored this world, he observed it for a while out of curiosity.

The results showed that the growth rate of the Abyss World was astonishing.

They evolve by consuming other dimensional worlds to gain energy.

This made Tang San almost subconsciously think about how to make use of this world.

As the first Asura God said, the God Realm governs three thousand worlds, large and small, and the Douluo World is just one of the ordinary large worlds.

But Tang San didn't think that way.

That was his hometown, and now that he holds a high position, he naturally wants to give back to his hometown.

Ideally, one should place their home directly under the divine realm to receive energy and grow, perhaps eventually reaching the level of a pseudo-divine realm.

Just like the Ice God Realm, it possesses a foundation no weaker than that of the God Realm itself!

At that time, he will be the ruler of another realm of gods!

Yes, the moment Tang San looked back after ascending to the God Realm.

Within this vast nebula, the Douluo World is not the most dazzling star.

But it's definitely one that Tang San cherishes dearly!
So he began to observe and plan in secret, while also probing other places.

The Ice God Realm is also Tang San's target.

If the Douluo World is to grow into another "pseudo-god realm", then the Ice God Realm will be the second god realm!

Who would complain about expanding territory and increasing strength?
Tang San glanced around and secretly extended his divine sense.

After discovering that no one was watching the Divine Realm Committee, he secretly enveloped and isolated the committee.

He gathered a point of golden light at his fingertips and then quickly began to write.

The Douluo World belongs to the lower realm, and gods are not allowed to enter it without permission.

If Tang San makes too many arrangements in the Douluo World, it will attract the attention of other God Kings.

But he was prepared; he had already arranged for people in the Douluo World.

"Father, is the Douluo World plan going smoothly? The Nutrient World has appeared ahead of schedule, which is probably not good for the still weak Douluo World."

"If necessary, act covertly to prevent too many humans from dying."

A large amount of golden light converged into strange characters, which then turned into pale golden streams of light and disappeared into the air.

Tang Hao was Tang San's backup plan planted in the Douluo World.

After writing down the secret message, Tang San immediately lifted the blockade on the God Realm Committee.

The entire process took less than a second.

Being cautious and prudent is a requirement Tang San has always set for himself.

His final conclusion was that he could not let go of the Abyss World.

The Abyss World feeds on devouring other worlds, and contains unimaginably vast energy within.

As long as it can be converted into pure energy, even if the Douluo World only gets one-third of it, it will still receive huge benefits.

If the rest is attributed to him personally, then he can push himself far beyond the God-King realm.

At that time, the God of Destruction…
He's just someone who can only use a staff to cast spells.

At that time, the Divine Realm Committee will become his own personal fiefdom.

Tang San closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and several names reappeared in his mind.

"But before that, the Ice God Realm needs to find a way to deal with it."

Ye Nanxiao, this anomaly, has always been a thorn in Tang San's side.

But the Ice God's power forced Tang San to think more deeply.

He couldn't defeat the Ice God, even if he activated his current best state of control over the Asura Divine Armor and could unleash a killing move like the Asura Blood Sword, which had even slain the Dragon God...
We can't beat them.

His Shura Blood Sword technique is still not fully mastered.

The Ice God could freeze the void with a single thought, and his self-created Unpredictable Storm was ineffective.

Neither the God of Destruction nor the Goddess of Life were willing to stand against the Ice God and reclaim the independent rights of the Ice God Realm.

In Tang San's view, these two were just cowards.

Numerous plans were being simulated and executed in Tang San's mind, causing the Asura God Mark between his eyebrows to flash red continuously.

In the blink of an eye, he had conducted 1,300 simulations.

"Forget it, let's figure out a way to redeem the God of Destruction first."

Tang San rubbed his temples; he couldn't find a solution. Just as he got up and walked out of the God Realm Committee, an unpleasant feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

His thoughts were not clear, and a sense of frustration suddenly welled up in his chest.

Tang San clutched his chest, let out a long breath, and his face turned somewhat pale.

"Damn anomaly!"

He cursed under his breath and glanced back at the Divine Realm Committee.

It seems he missed something, or something was intercepted.

But he couldn't remember it for the moment.

Anxiety surged within him, and suddenly it seemed to intensify.

This made Tang San's eyes even more gloomy, and he transformed into a stream of light and fled back to the Asura Palace.

On the way, he glanced fiercely in the direction of the Ice God Realm.

"It must be the prison's doing!"

However, the hurried Asura God did not notice that the Sea God Temple in another direction was emitting a rapid light.

But soon, the fleeting light began to dissipate.

Southern volcano.

“This place is actually a good place. It’s high enough that you can see the Holy City of the Gods with just one glance.”

On the summit of the main volcano of the volcanic cluster, a tall and muscular figure stood at the edge of the crater, reaching out and touching the lava below, scraping off a layer of pale yellow, crystalline substance.

He then turned and flew to a nearby hot spring pool that had formed later, dipped his hands in the water, and turned the crystalline substance in his hands into a paste.

Rub the product between your hands, then apply it to your hair.

"Volcanic lava sulfur, I wonder if it helps with hair quality."

The figure continued talking to itself, but its gaze was fixed on a large, sunken crater in the volcano's crater.

Inside the large pit, a fiery red figure lay silently.

Her once flowing and dazzling red hair was now covered in dust, and her divine attire, adorned with phoenix feathers, was torn in strips, making her look utterly disheveled.

But what remained unchanged was the deep, unyielding sorrow in his eyes.

The burly figure sat down at the edge of the pit, combing his hair, and looked down at the figure lying quietly below, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Fatty, it's true that the mistress was in the wrong, but she also had her reasons."

The one known as Fatty is Ma Hongjun, the master of the Southern Volcanic Cluster and the God of Phoenix.

The burly figure sitting on the edge of the pit, combing his hair, was Dai Mobai, the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils, who had been granted the title of God of War.

The Phoenix God listened to the God of War's words without uttering a sound, and lay quietly at the bottom of the pit.

The sorrow in his eyes was so intense that it seemed as if the world had been reduced to black and white.

He didn't even want to take any action to control or repair the southern volcanoes.

Seeing his brother like this, the God of War's forced smile gradually faded.

He also fell silent.

He didn't know how to comfort his brother.

Whether it is the Asura God or the Phoenix God, they are brothers who have gone through thick and thin together, and they ascended to the realm of gods together after going through countless hardships.

That should have been a beautiful story for posterity.

But then, the unexpected happened.

The Phoenix God stared blankly at the sky above the divine realm.

The colorful clouds, symbolizing the energy cycle of the divine realm, drifted slowly by, their red glow reflected by the southern volcano, much like the sunset I glimpsed by chance in my childhood.

It was so warm and beautiful.

The God of War glanced back and saw the God of Speed, the Nine-Colored Goddess, and the God of Food deep within the clouds.

He shook his head slightly, walked into the pit, and lay down beside the Phoenix God.

The two watched together as the dark clouds drifted over the southern volcano.

Just like in the lower realm, after their training they would lie on the grass watching the sunset, chatting about which winery had new wines or which new beauties had arrived.

The joy of those days lay in fine wine, massages, and the camaraderie among brothers.

Let’s look at it now.

"The wine is still as good as ever, and you can also ask the Cloud Soaring Fish for a foot massage."

The God of War suddenly spoke in a low voice, his voice filled with sighs.

The Phoenix God's lifeless eyes suddenly flickered.

Because of the God of War's reflections, he recalled the days of the past.

"The Shrek Seven Devils, Fatty, you still remember him, right? You remember him, right!"

The God of War suddenly opened his eyes and roared.

"You! Evil Phoenix! Ma Hongjun!"

"I am! The Evil-Eyed White Tiger! Dai Mobai!"

"We are the Shrek Seven Devils! We are brothers!"

But faced with the God of War's angry and heartbroken roar, the Phoenix God merely raised his eyelids slightly before continuing to lie down.

He exuded an aura of deathly stillness.

The God of War's eyes gradually reddened.

Once upon a time, these spirited brothers have become so dejected.

It became lifeless.

"There's no going back, let's leave."

The Phoenix God's indifferent voice drifted over, devoid of much vitality.

It's like a person who has given up everything, lost everything, and lost all reaction to everything.

There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart. (End of Chapter)