Douluo Continent: A Distorted Time and Space, Taking Tang Wutong to Fight Tang San

In Su Ling's hand, a dazzling ball of light was gathering.

The ball of light contained an endless aura of mystery.

That was the power of destiny that had been extracted, the manifestation of the fortune of the Douluo Continent.

He stared at the light, his gaze extremely complex.

There is reminiscence, there is pain, and there is a hint of tenderness that is hard to detect.

But more than anything, it was a resolute determination to succeed.

He knew perfectly well that he needed to travel safely back to the more distant past.

To evade divine surveillance and karmic repercussions, one must obtain the "tacit approval" of the plane's will.

Forcibly refining this power of destiny and seizing a portion of the continent's fortune is the only option.

"Be careful! The power of fate must not be touched directly!"

Tang Wutong gasped in shock, her voice trembling genuinely.

"That's the manifestation of the rules; the torrent of information will overwhelm your consciousness! Even the most fortunate can't actively refine and control it!"

However, Su Ling ignored her warning.

To everyone's astonishment.

Su Ling remained calm as he grasped the power of destiny with one hand and refined it in an instant!

"Buzz—!"

The ball of fate trembled violently.

Endless information, images, and causal lines surged into Su Ling's sea of ​​consciousness like a bursting dam!

That is the rise and fall of the Douluo Continent over ten thousand years, and the trajectory of the fate of hundreds of millions of living beings.

Its vastness and immensity are enough to instantly burst any mortal soul, or even a soul below the divine level!

But perhaps it was because of the countless souls within the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, or perhaps his speech just now truly moved the will of the plane.

However, after a short while, Su Ling's gaze sharpened again, becoming even more profound.

A subtle change occurred in the aura emanating from him.

A feeling of being more in tune with the world and more "blessed" arises spontaneously.

He succeeded.

He forcibly refined a portion of the power of destiny, seizing a part of the fortune of the Douluo Continent.

At that very moment, the light of the Time Butterfly reached its zenith!

It burned all the power it had accumulated, and countless souls within the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls as fuel, unleashing its final and most intense traversal!

"boom--!"

A phantom and vast river, seemingly flowing from the endless past and rushing toward an unpredictable future, breaks through the barriers of time and space and descends upon this place!

In the long river, the birth and death of stars, the rise and fall of civilizations, and the proliferation of all living beings are reflected...

This is the long river of time!

It is the world's memory, the trajectory of history!

"Don't run away!!!"

A roar, filled with horror, anger, and a hint of fear, forcefully tore through the stillness of time!

Tang San, relying on the immense power of a God King, managed to break free from some of the restraints at this moment!

His eyes were bloodshot.

The Trident of Poseidon burst forth with unprecedented golden light, recklessly hurling itself towards Su Ling and the River of Time!

Wherever the divine halberd passed, the solidified space shattered inch by inch.

However, in the face of the long river of time, even the God-King's full-force attack seemed so slow.

Su Ling turned back one last time, her icy gaze piercing through time and space, landing on Tang San's distorted face.

He announced in a calm voice:

"God King Tang San, see you in the next chapter."

After saying that, he suddenly pulled Tang Wutong.

The two transformed into a streak of light and resolutely plunged into the ceaseless, bizarre, and wondrous river of time!

"No—!!!" Tang San roared in unwilling anger.

Reaching out to grab, he only grasped a fragment of shattered void and scattered pieces of time.

Just as Su Ling's figure disappeared...

A towering figure, shrouded in dark purple destructive intent, appeared silently behind Tang San.

In the hands of the God of Destruction, there lay a figure, weak and unconscious—it was Xiao Wu!

He stared coldly at Tang San before him, his voice devoid of any emotion:

"Tang San, you need to give the God Realm Committee an explanation."

Tang San turned around abruptly and saw Xiao Wu's condition. His heart ached, and he hurriedly tried to explain.

"Destruction! How...how could you do this?!"

"Let go of Xiao Wu! Do you really believe that demon's nonsense?"

"What a joke! My life, Tang San, has always been upright and honorable, as heaven and earth can attest!"

"It's all in the textbooks, how could I do something so heinous? He's slandering me! He's slandering me!"

Tang San broke out in a cold sweat, forcing himself to remain calm as he looked at the God of Destruction.

Even he started to panic at this point.

If those charges are confirmed, his status in the divine realm will likely plummet, and he may even face judgment from the gods.

The God of Destruction curled his lips into a mocking smile.

The chill in his eyes intensified.

"Slander? Then you split your daughter's soul and merged it into the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's body, altering its perception to steal and interfere with the original fortune of the Douluo Continent. Is that also slander?"

"If you can be so cruel to your own daughter, scheme against your colleagues, let wolves into your house, and devour entire planes, what's impossible about that? Besides..."

His gaze swept in the direction where Su Ling had disappeared, and his voice turned cold.

"And that child... he carries the aura of my God of Destruction!"

"He is the successor I chose! Even if that's the future, you, Tang San, have crossed the line!"

……

Time flows on and on.

In this strange passage composed of countless fragments of history and the interplay of fate.

Tang Wutong felt dizzy and her limbs were being torn apart.

If it weren't for the light emanating from Su Ling protecting her,

She had no doubt that she would be torn to pieces by this terrifying temporal turbulence in an instant.

She struggled to lift her head, her gaze falling on Su Ling, who was gripping her wrist tightly.

Even under the shimmering light, his profile remained as cold and hard as a sculpture.

But his thin lips, pressed into a straight line, and the deep wrinkles etched between his brows, revealed the immense pressure he was under.

The banner of ten thousand souls behind him fluttered loudly, and countless souls on its surface burned fiercely amidst their wails.

It transformed into the energy that drove this frantic journey, only to dissipate continuously during the process, leaving the body and soul utterly destroyed.

"Which past will he go to next? What exactly does he want to do?"

She recalled Su Ling's outrageously crazy plan.

To dismantle her soul, just to find the girl named Wang Qiu'er.

A bone-chilling cold shot from her feet to the top of her head, making her feel cold all over.

Su Ling's mind was now completely cold and clear.

He knew that he had no chance of winning against Tang San, who was at his peak and controlled the power of the God Realm.

In fact, he probably already came into the sights of the gods and kings of the divine realm as soon as he arrived in this era.

If one relies solely on the Time Butterfly to be reborn repeatedly, it will only continuously deplete itself.

Ultimately, Tang San, the God King who could sense fluctuations in time, blocked them at a certain point in time, and they were completely annihilated.

Therefore, he had to take a risky move!

They did not hesitate to unleash a massive massacre, using billions of souls as fuel to forcibly propel the Time Butterfly to make a more distant and thorough time jump.

He wants to jump to a point in time when Tang San is still weak, has not yet become a god, and has not even risen to prominence!