Douluo Continent: My Days in the Tang Sect

Ye Nanxiao curled his lips, "Let's not even talk about how much damage your Nirvana will do to Tang San. If you self-destruct, how will you help us afterwards? And the most important thing right now is to maintain this Ruin Curse and keep Tang San trapped in the Soul Corridor Illusion."

This is currently the only way Ye Nanxiao can stop Tang San.

This old cunning man, in his true form descended to the mortal realm, has no martial ethics.

The only way to uncover this person's true identity is for someone above to intervene.

So Ye Nanxiao stared at the swaying frozen flower, trying to see his beloved Ice God's thigh through the dazzling ice flower.

The Phoenix God's flames flickered, and he said with a hint of helplessness, "Then I'll just watch?"

It's a bit of a shame that you can't hit or touch it.
“You’re not entirely idle either. Keep an eye on the surroundings for me and see if there are any other unexpected changes. Although this cunning person is likely acting alone if he’s going to break the rules, he might still have a backup plan.”

"not to mention"

Ye Nanxiao turned to look at the Phoenix God, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Don't you know your brother's style?"

The Phoenix God's flame flickered in mid-air, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent, knowing that Ye Nanxiao's words made sense.

Tang San certainly couldn't have only two plans.

Now, maintaining the stability of the Ruin Curse is of paramount importance.

Following Ye Nanxiao's instructions, he spread his divine sense, which enveloped the battlefield like a fine net of fire, not even missing the slightest sound of a breeze.

Meanwhile, cold sweat trickled down Ye Nanxiao's forehead and down his jawline, creating a faint ripple in the air.

His clenched fingers trembled slightly. His soul power was already exhausted. If it weren't for the divine power given by the Phoenix God that held him up, the Curse of Ruin would probably have collapsed half a minute ago.

The seven-colored light was like a candle flame that was about to burn out, and each flicker seemed particularly weak.

Once the seven-colored light goes out and the Curse of Destruction fails, Tang San will escape from the Soul Corridor Illusion, at which point the situation will completely spiral out of control.

He gritted his teeth, trying to muster the last bit of divine power in his body to stabilize the teetering light.

"Hey, you officials of the divine realm, hurry up! God of Greed! I'm talking about you!"

"And that Rong Nianbing who took the ice but did nothing!"

Spirit world.

My nose is a little itchy.

Rong Nianbing touched his nose and then continued to maintain high-speed flight.

He had just emerged from his secret place when he caught a glimpse of a hazy mist covering the sky above the Douluo World, and he realized something was wrong.

A god has come!

After squeezing out all the energy he could from his wisp of consciousness, he immediately stopped descending to the lower realm. His consciousness returned to his body, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the secret place he had built to sneak down to the lower realm.

Rong Nianbing knew without guessing that the only one who had brazenly appeared in this lower realm of the Douluo World was that shameless Asura God!

That would be a huge problem.

The appearance of the God of Asura in the Douluo World must have been prepared; he was confident he could deceive those members of the God Realm Committee!

Moreover, with the power of a god, it would be a dimensional reduction attack on the Douluo world!

He must reach the God Realm Committee before the God of Asura destroys the Douluo World and Ye Nanxiao, to expose the God of Asura's conspiracy!

However, as Rong Nianbing swooped down toward the Divine Realm Committee, a black light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

"Please stop, God of Emotions."

A cold voice rang in Rong Nianbing's ears. Rong Nianbing's heart sank; he realized that Tang San's backup plan had arrived.

The Realm of the Ice Gods.

"Xi Yue, the Asura God has already descended to the mortal realm in his true form. Aren't you worried at all about your successor?"

"I have my own way. But you, Mingxuan, why did you shake the divine throne inheritance? Have you finally figured it out?"

Inside the main hall, the gazes of both the Ice God and the Snow Goddess fell upon the Goddess of Fate.

The goddess of fate was fiddling with her staff.

The Staff of Fate, which looked like a soft stick, was trembling slightly in the hand of the Goddess of Fate. The Goddess of Fate reached directly into the nebula vortex at its tip, as if she were grasping something.

The goddess of fate had an expression that was neither sad nor happy, but her movements carried a peculiar sense of humor.

"Don't move! If you move, you might grab the wrong thing!"

The Staff of Fate trembled, as if protesting the actions of the goddess of fate.

"What do you know? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you still don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for refining you again!"

A single, harsh word instantly stopped the Staff of Destiny from vibrating.

A moment later, the goddess of fate took out a small, dusty bead from the tiny nebula at the top of the staff of fate.

The moment the dusty gray bead appeared, the Goddess of Wind and Snow widened her eyes in astonishment.

The Ice God's expression changed slightly, and then he looked at the Goddess of Fate with great interest.

"The Predestined Pearl? It seems you're serious about relinquishing your divine position."

The goddess of fate blew a breath onto the orb of destiny, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Hehe, since you've found a successor, I naturally can't fall behind. Otherwise, the title of the most ancient god in the divine realm will fall on my head, which wouldn't sound good!"

The god of destiny is preparing for the succession of the divine throne!

The Goddess of Wind and Snow looked at the Goddess of Fate, who had already constructed the divine succession, and said with some worry, "However, the matter of divine succession has to go through the Divine Realm Committee. With that stingy guy, the God of Asura, he won't approve it at this time."

"Tsk, isn't he just a second-generation rich kid who rose through the ranks? If it weren't for those two guys who wanted to leave the God Realm manipulating things behind the scenes, could that second-generation kid have held two godhoods at the same time?"

"Simply inheriting the position of the Sea God is already the limit for that second generation!"

The goddess of fate remained expressionless, her movements gentle and slow, yet her calm words revealed a deep disdain.

The Goddess of Wind and Snow usually only handles matters in the Ice God Realm and is unaware of other things. She turned to look at the Ice God. She knew that the Goddess of Fate would not lie, but she still subconsciously looked at her most trusted lover.

The Ice God nodded slightly. "That's true. The God of Destruction also expressed strong dissatisfaction with this matter at the beginning, but that guy Shura insisted on going his own way."

The Goddess of Wind and Snow nodded as if suddenly realizing something; she understood that the Asura mentioned by the Ice God referred to the first Asura God.

The goddess of fate completed the succession of her divine position, and then her eyes were filled with a faint white light.

Her gaze pierced through the barriers of the divine realm, crossed the endless void, and landed on the figure in the lower realm whom she had set her sights on.

"Little one, do you remember what I said before?"

"Do you want to help Ye Nanxiao? With your current abilities, you can't help. You can only watch everything happen helplessly."

"But with my arrival here, everything will be different!" (End of Chapter)