Douluo Continent: Huo Yuhao obtains the Flame Emperor template

Chapter 45 Destruction Proposal: Rotation of Oversight of the Lower Realm

Early morning, Shrek Academy, in a single room of the boys' dormitory.

"Ha... Ah!" A scream.

"Damn it, why do I have to learn the Hundred Methods of Hidden Weapons every morning? Why doesn't this consciousness just disappear from this world completely? Waaah..."

Wang Dong's light blue eyes glistened with tears, like a pitiful girl tormented by illness for a long time but helpless, clutching the thin blanket tightly, her face streaked with faint tears, her anger and resentment intertwined.

At first, the hateful consciousness in her mind made her practice the Hundred Ways of Hidden Weapons, but the confident Wang Dong didn't care at all. She always did what she wanted, so how could she be controlled by some unknown consciousness?

Wang Dong paid no attention to this consciousness and continued to play freely and casually.

She didn't experience any adverse reactions in the first few days, and it didn't affect her normal life.

But one morning, Wang Dong, as always, went against his own will, without even glancing at the "Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons," and went straight to find Xiao Xiao to have breakfast happily.

However, that night, after she returned to her dormitory and finished washing up, just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if she had been poisoned.

Finally, Wang Dong couldn't bear it any longer, so he opened the "Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons" and took a few glances at it, which relieved his headache.

But she couldn't be happy at all.

She held a mindset of not easily compromising with the forces of darkness. Every time her consciousness urged her to learn the Hundred Ways of Hidden Weapons, she had to resist it for several minutes and simply refused to practice!

After being defeated in the invisible battle against consciousness, one can only symbolically flip through the Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons.

"Why is that? Before, in the grove, smashing spiders and their webs to pieces worked, but now why doesn't it...?"

Feeling heartbroken and aggrieved, Wang Dong slowly sat down on the inside of the bed, opened the window, and gazed out with her beautiful eyes, somewhat dazed.

She was initially happy for a while after discovering the way to kill the spider by hammering it against its consciousness, but two days later, she was extremely saddened to find that its consciousness had been strengthened.

Wang Dong murmured almost inaudibly, "Is it just an ordinary spider? Smashing it to pieces won't have any effect anymore..."

She didn't know why that thought kept haunting her.

As she pondered, she quietly gazed out the window, and memories of Wang Dong from childhood to the present flashed through her mind.

Her pampered and privileged upbringing made her aware that her family was well-off, and that her two uncles doted on her and indulged her in everything.

Even though she had exceptional talent, her lazy and playful nature made her dislike cultivation. Her two uncles still indulged her and let her play, simply telling her to grow up happily without any worries.

However, a few months ago, her two uncles told her with very complicated expressions that she should disguise herself as a boy and enroll in Shrek Academy.

To prevent Wang Dong from doing anything rash, her uncle tried to comfort her.

"Your biological parents miss you very much. Once you finish your studies at Shrek Academy, you will be able to see them soon."

Despite her many doubts, Wang Dong maintained a strong, girlish demeanor, smiling and pretending to believe her uncles. She then changed into men's clothing and went to Shrek Academy as a boy.

She was very grateful for the love and care her uncles had given her since she was a child, but she also knew very well that they were not her biological fathers.

"Where are my biological parents? Could they be related to this awful thought in my head?"

As Wang Dong was lost in thought, there was a loud knocking on the dormitory door.

Then came Xiao Xiao's clear and melodious voice calling out, "Wang Dong, Wang Dong, let's go have breakfast together."

"Oh... okay, Xiao Xiao, I'll be right out."

Wang Dong tidied her slightly messy light blue hair, glanced down with her beautiful eyes, tightened her slightly curved chest, and smoothed her clothes.

She quickly adjusted her appearance, then got out of bed to open the door for Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao blinked her large, light green eyes, her previously excited expression changing slightly as she asked with concern, "Wang Dong, why are your eyes a little red? Did you cry just now?"

"Really?" Wang Dong subconsciously raised his hand to lightly cover his eyes.

Xiao Xiao stared at her, nodded, and after a moment's thought, quickly came to a guess.

"Is it that idiot's mind that made you practice all the hidden weapon techniques again?"

She had heard about this situation from Wang Dong during a walk once before, but he was in a good mood at the time and said he had found a solution, so Xiao Xiao wasn't too worried.

However, judging from Wang Dong's current situation, it is clear that he has not completely eliminated it.

Wang Dong didn't want Xiao Xiao to worry about her, so she rubbed her eyes, her face extremely serious and earnest: "Xiao Xiao, don't worry, I'm fine. The day I find out who's behind that consciousness, I'll go back and beat him to death!"

That lingering consciousness initially carried a faint, eerie laugh.

How despicable! How dare they treat her like that!

He likes the "Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons" book, so let him create everything from it and experience it for himself. Let's see if he'll still be laughing then.

……

In the God Realm, Tang San held the heavy Trident of the Sea God, his face grim and his voice filled with boundless rage.

"How could my plan have gone so wrong? Not only did the chosen one fail to join the Tang Sect, but even getting Xiao Qi to favor hidden weapons and dislike soul tools has gone so wrong."

At this moment, the space fluctuated violently, and lightning containing the intent of destruction emanated from it. Tang San's gloomy expression immediately disappeared.

The next instant, the God of Destruction, wielding a scepter and dressed in purple robes, emerged from the fluctuating space.

The God of Destruction calmly said, "Sea God, your observations of the Douluo Plane seem to have been too frequent lately. Are you in a hurry?"

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing deep within them, and slowly shook his head to indicate that there was no rush.

"What brings the God of Destruction here so suddenly?"

The God of Destruction's eyes, hidden beneath his purple robes, deepened: "Sea God, speaking of which, ten thousand years have passed since we descended to the mortal realm."

"I personally propose that we hold a meeting of the God-Kings right now to discuss the rotation of the God-Kings' oversight of the various lower planes."

"After all, if a lower plane is always controlled by the same god-king, then the plane will ultimately have limitations."

The God of Destruction's tone was meaningful; he had already seen through Tang San's little scheme and naturally came up with a solution: all the God Kings would take turns supervising the lower planes.

This effectively prevents one of the god-kings from resorting to tricks that do not primarily aim at plane ascension.

On the surface, Poseidon Tang San remained unchanged, but his right hand suddenly gripped the trident tightly. He remained silent for a long time, and a fleeting look of gloom flashed in his eyes.

The God of Destruction smiled and asked, "Sea God, what do you think of my idea for rotating the oversight of this plane?"

Tang San's expression had subtly shifted from gloomy to a peaceful smile, looking as harmless as the Blue Silver Grass.

"Such practices have never been seen in the divine realm before. I wonder if you have ever heard the saying, 'The laws of our ancestors cannot be changed.'"

"If we easily change the management system, none of us can predict what kind of impact it will have on the future."

The God of Destruction waved his scepter, the purest intent of destruction emanating from it, and chuckled softly.

"Sea God, your divine position is inherited, but my position as God of Destruction was created with the most primal power of destruction. In a sense, I am an ancestor myself."

"In that case, I propose changing the system for overseeing the lower planes and trying a new way of managing them. I think there shouldn't be any major problems."

Tang San was already controlling his emotions very well, but the other party's words, which hit the nail on the head, made him exude an invisible ferocity, as if the corners of his mouth would grin into an extremely sinister and exaggerated arc at the next second.

If the God of Destruction's proposal is successfully implemented, it could very well lead to a complete collapse for him.

If the supervisory power over the Douluo Continent were to be transferred to any of the other God Kings, they would be able to easily detect anything amiss.

No matter what, we cannot let the god of destruction succeed; we must find a way to break this deadlock.

Tang San fell into a brief moment of thought. As expected of a person with great wisdom, it didn't take long before he came up with another plan.

"Destruction, since you put it that way, I will grant your wish and convene a council of gods to thoroughly discuss the feasibility of this system."

The God of Destruction smiled and said, "Very well."

"However, I also have some thoughts on your suggestion."

Tang San's eyes became deep, as if they contained the ultimate truth of the universe, and divine light emanated from the top of his head, making him extremely conspicuous.

"For the divine realm to develop more harmoniously and steadily, the implementation of a new system should first be tested on a small scale."

"If, after effective trials, it is indeed superior to the previous management system, then I will have no objection and strongly support the implementation of the new system."

"Conversely, if the plane becomes chaotic, stops developing, or even regresses during the trial of the new system, then there is no need to fully implement the new system."

After saying this, Tang San gave a silent, cold laugh. Such a way of breaking the deadlock truly lived up to his wisdom, which surpassed that of the gods.

Faced with a well-prepared god of destruction, the risks of so-called rotation management were easily mitigated.

Heh, Tang San's eyes held a hint of contempt, and his tone became arrogant and confident.

"Destruction, I agree to your proposal to hold a meeting of the God Kings. I hope my few ideas are within the bounds of propriety, since everything is for the sake of our divine realm."

The God of Destruction pondered for a moment, then calmly nodded: "That makes sense. As for how to implement it, we'll discuss that at the God-King Conference."

Having said that, the God of Destruction did not linger any longer. With a gentle wave of his scepter, he stepped into the spatial fluctuations and disappeared.

"Heh, Destruction, it was you who secretly ruined my grand plan. Once I, the God King, reverse the greatly skewed situation in Douluo, you won't be far from your death."

Tang San was confident that, given his deductive abilities, he could not be wrong about who had previously thwarted his plans.

Although the God of Destruction interfered with his perception of the lower realm, his exquisite methods ensured that destruction could not affect the personalities of the Chosen One and Xiao Qi.

"Could it be that Xiao Qi failed to forge a proper bond with the chosen one, causing a change in her personality?"

According to his original plan for the two to naturally become a couple, the chosen one would join the Tang Sect, but Xiao Qi would dislike the soul tool.

Then the chosen one will naturally lead the Tang Clan's hidden weapons onto a new path, achieving multiple benefits in one fell swoop. At that time, the Tang Clan can prosper, and the grand plan of the God Realm can be accomplished.

Tang San recalled the unusual activity he had observed when the chosen one was supposed to join the Tang Sect, and his brows gradually furrowed.

"That wisp of deathly aura, which has reached the level of divine consciousness, is clearly not under the control of the divine realm. Where did it come from?"

Tang San felt that this wisp of divine consciousness would also be a huge variable.

"Although there is no deity, in such a damaged state, I could still sense its status. At its peak, its strength may have reached the level of a priest or a third-level deity."

Tang San's expression was extremely solemn. If it weren't for the God of Destruction interfering, he would definitely have been able to eliminate this major variable.

But right now, even observing the plane is a problem for him. His most urgent task is to break free from the restrictions of the God of Destruction and find an opportunity to re-perceive the Child of Destiny.

His wisdom is no joke; as long as he can sense the aura of the chosen one again, he can plan several decades' worth of grand schemes in the blink of an eye.

"Third Brother."

At that moment, a soft female voice came from behind.

The gloom on Poseidon Tang San's face vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle smile.

Xiao Wu's eyes showed a hint of confusion, and she asked softly, "I just saw the God of Destruction speak with you. Is something big about to happen in the God Realm?"

Tang San gently comforted them, "It's nothing. It's just that Destruction wants to put pressure on the gods of our Douluo camp by holding a new God King Conference."

"But Xiao Wu, don't worry, I've already resolved it."

Tang San felt that he still had room to maneuver with the new system of rotating monitoring across the God of Destruction's plane, if it was first tested on a small scale.

Xiao Wu's face showed worry, and she asked about Xiao Qi's situation again.

Tang San smiled calmly and offered an explanation: "Xiao Qi has been playful since she was a child. I have sealed her memories of the God Realm. She is now living a happy and carefree life in Douluo Continent."

"Although she may encounter some minor setbacks in the future, consider them as tempering her character."

Xiao Wu trusted her third brother very much and, as always, told him to take care of his health and not to overwork himself. After spending some time together, the two of them walked into the azure temple.

Tiandou City, outside the east gate near Sunset Forest.

Huo Yuhao and Dugu Luo's return journey went smoothly, thanks to the voluntary escort of Xuan Ziwen and Xu Sheng.

As Huo Yuhao approached the city gate, he looked up at the entrance and paused slightly in surprise.

Jiang Nannan stood gracefully in front of the door, her tall and slender figure and orange-gold waves complementing her stunning face. Bathed in sunlight, she appeared both gentle and radiant.

Huo Yuhao arrived at the city gate with a gentle smile on his face and greeted her, "Sister Nannan."

Jiang Nannan was taken aback when she heard this, because when she sent Huo Yuhao to the far north, he had not yet obtained the Snow Emperor's Soul Spirit.

Looking at Huo Yuhao's features, which had become several times softer, she didn't recognize him for a moment.

"You...you're Xiaoyuhao? How come you've changed so much, you've gotten so much fairer?"

(End of this chapter)