Douluo Continent: Apollo, the Sun God King!

Tang San shook his head, his gaze piercing through layers of void, landing on a familiar planet.

"No," he said. "I'm just worried about Douluo Continent."

"One day in the God Realm is equivalent to one year in the mortal realm. We have been in the God Realm for over twenty years, but ten thousand years have passed on the Douluo Continent, and the Tang Sect has declined."

There was a hint of melancholy in his voice.

Xiao Wu held his hand and gently comforted him, "Brother, don't overthink it. In a sense, the decline of the Tang Sect is also due to the progress of the times and the plane. As an enforcer of the divine realm, you can't interfere with the natural evolution of a plane, can you?"

Tang San nodded: "You're right. But the Tang Clan was created by me, and I really can't bear to see it disappear."

He paused, his gaze growing even deeper.

"Six days ago, I discovered that a chosen one of destiny seems to have been born in the Douluo Continent, with intricate connections to my Tang Sect. I'm trying to see through his fate..."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"I never expected that thing to happen! It resulted in me being locked up for six days!"

Xiao Wu gently stroked his chest and said softly, "Brother, you don't need to worry too much. Let's get some rest first; you haven't slept for six days."

Tang San nodded and reached out to pull Xiao Wu into his arms.

Xiao Wu rested her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. Tang San gently stroked her hair with one hand and held her slender waist with the other, but his gaze remained fixed on the Douluo Continent, piercing through the layers of mist.

His spiritual power, like an invisible thread, pierced through the barrier between the realms of gods and humans, landing on that blue planet.

Starry Sky Forest, normal.

Shrek City, normal.

Star Luo Empire, Heavenly Soul Empire, Sun and Moon Empire...

Everything looks exactly the same as it did six years ago. The pieces he laid out, the hidden traps he set, are still quietly waiting in the same place.

only……

Tang San frowned slightly.

That chosen one...

His mental energy was focused on a six-year-old child in the White Tiger Duke's mansion of the Star Luo Empire.

He had just awakened his martial soul, which was an eye-shaped martial soul, and his innate soul power was only level one, so he suffered endless ridicule and humiliation.

Yet, his body was imbued with an extremely dense golden aura of fortune.

That is a symbol of the chosen one.

but……

Tang San carefully sensed the aura, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Why does this luck seem a bit dim?

It's like... someone took a part of it away?

He remained silent for a moment, then examined it carefully again.

That's right, it's definitely less.

Who did this?

A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

Douluo Continent Consciousness!

It must be that old man!

How dare it illegally intercept the fortune of another dimension?

There is already a way to die!

Tang San clenched and unclenched his fist repeatedly.

After a long pause, he took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

Forget it.

As long as this chosen one continues to follow his planned path and it doesn't affect his grand plan, that's fine.

As for the half of fortune that was taken away...

Tang San's gaze swept across the entire Douluo Continent, trying to find the whereabouts of the other half of the destiny. But strangely, he couldn't sense it at all.

It was as if that half of the fortune had vanished into thin air.

How is that possible?

With his God-King level strength, how could there be anything on the Douluo Continent that he couldn't sense?

unless……

Unless that luck isn't even on the Douluo Continent, or it's been hidden by someone.

Tang San pondered for a moment, then finally shook his head.

That's it.

As long as that chosen one of destiny is still alive, as long as he can grow step by step and eventually become the successor of the Tang Sect and the pillar of Shrek Academy, that's enough.

As for the lost half of the fortune, we'll talk about that another time.

He looked down at Xiao Wu in his arms; her eyelashes trembled gently, like two resting butterflies.

A gentle smile appeared on Tang San's lips.

Let's keep the scabbard company for now.

……

Douluo Continent.

In the far north, near the Snow Palace.

Sunlight shines on the white snow, refracting countless rays of light.

A small figure is dancing on the snow.

The long sword in his hand was simple, yet it exuded a fierce aura in his small hand.

Thrust, cleave, flick, slice...

Every move was precise and methodical.

Not far away, a white-clad figure sat quietly on the ice rock, her legs crossed, her beautiful legs swaying gently, her two delicate feet exposed, yet she felt no cold at all.

She watched the boy practicing swordsmanship, a faint smile playing on her lips.

It was the Snow Emperor.

She had been sitting there for an hour, just watching quietly.

She didn't speak until Lin Yaoyang stopped to rest.

"Yaoyang".

Lin Yaoyang turned around, his orange-red short hair particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

"Sister Xue'er, what's wrong?"

Xue Di stood up and walked up to him.

She said seriously, "Your martial soul is not a sword martial soul, so there's no need to practice swordsmanship so diligently. Just practice occasionally and focus your energy on cultivating your soul power."

Lin Yaoyang, however, disagreed: "Sister Xue'er, you don't have a sword martial spirit either. But you still possess the peerless sword technique, Emperor Sword, and a complete sword style, don't you?"

Xue Di paused for a moment, then reached out her jade-like hand and gently flicked his forehead.

"How can that be the same?" she said irritably. "I figured it out over countless years. Can you have a lifespan like mine? Besides, my Emperor Sword and your Martial Soul's attributes are completely incompatible, opposites at all. Even if you condense it with soul power, its power is far inferior to mine."

This is the truth.

Her Imperial Sword is the condensation of the ultimate ice attribute. Lin Yaoyang's martial soul, on the other hand, is the ultimate fire and ultimate light, which are naturally opposed to the ice attribute.

Forcibly imitating will only lead to less effort and less result.

But Lin Yaoyang shook his head, a serious glint in his eyes.

"Sister Xue'er, you can't say that."

He raised his head and looked at Xue Di, his orange-red eyes seeming to burn with tiny flames in the sunlight.

"Ice and fire share the same origin; they are not natural enemies. They are merely the gathering and releasing of the energy of heaven and earth, and are essentially of the same origin."

"Perhaps one day, I will be able to comprehend my own sword from your Imperial Sword!"

Xue Di was taken aback upon hearing this.

She looked at the child in front of her, at the earnest light in his eyes, and for a moment she was in a daze.

Ice and fire share the same origin...

Having lived for 700,000 years, she naturally understands this principle.

But understanding is one thing, being able to do it is another.

How easy is it to merge and integrate the extremes of ice and fire?

But this child... he's only six years old.

At the age of six, he can say such things.

Xue Di was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek.

"You rascal," she shook her head with a laugh, "how come you can spout such profound道理 (moral principles)?"

Lin Yaoyang winced as the hand was pinched, crying out, "Sister Xue'er, it hurts, it hurts..."

"Since you're confident, then work hard." Xue Di released her hand, her eyes full of doting affection. "I believe in you, sister."