Chapter 477
Invading the God Realm
The realm of gods is in turmoil.
Those ordinary gods, whose strength was too low to even withstand the aftershocks of a battle between god-kings, were all pale-faced and far from the core of the battlefield.
Their sole task was to use all their divine power to reinforce the already overburdened and cracked crystal wall of the divine realm, in an attempt to maintain the last vestige of stability in this world.
Their faces were filled with fear, confusion, and helplessness.
One day in the divine realm is equivalent to one year in the mortal realm.
Because of the differences in dimensions and the flow of time between planes, most of them were still immersed in the internal struggle of the God Realm and had no idea that in the short time that their divine war had lasted, the lower realm they once knew and controlled—Douluo Continent—had undergone earth-shattering and terrifying changes that were enough to overturn all their understanding.
They remained those high and mighty gods, looking down upon the mortals in their eyes.
Just then.
"Ok?"
The goddess of life's exquisitely beautiful eyebrows suddenly furrowed slightly.
Her divine sense, which was connected to the very essence of life in the entire divine realm, keenly sensed a trace of... disharmony.
A power not belonging to the realm of gods silently pierced into the seemingly unbreakable dimensional crystal wall of the realm of gods.
Then, as easily as a hot knife through butter, it tore a hole in the crystal wall that was maintained by the combined power of countless gods.
"What kind of power is this?!"
For the first time, a look of horror appeared on the face of the goddess of life.
It wasn't just her.
Almost simultaneously, all the god-kings who were engaged in fierce battle stopped fighting.
Tang San, the God of Destruction, the Golden Dragon King, Ma Hongjun... everyone's gaze turned to the azure sky of the God Realm.
There, a dark crack was silently and rapidly widening.
With a tooth-grinding sound, like shattering glass, the heavens of the divine realm were utterly torn apart.
A violent, purplish-black bolt of lightning, filled with resentment and the flames of revenge, burst forth from the dark crack.
That bolt of lightning was incredibly fast, and its target was very clear.
It ignored all the God Kings present and shot straight at Tang San, the enforcer of the God Realm who wielded the Asura Demon Sword.
Amidst the lightning, there was a woman with an extremely alluring and fiery figure and stunningly beautiful appearance, but at this moment, her gorgeous face was filled with ferocity and madness.
It is the Demon Emperor.
"Tang San!! Prepare to die!!!"
Her sharp and mournful screams, filled with grief for her deceased husband and deep hatred for her enemy, shook the entire divine realm.
"Hmph, you ignorant and wretched beast!"
Tang San's eyes instantly turned cold.
Although he was shocked by this sudden turn of events, with his power as a god-king, how could he possibly take a crazy woman who wasn't even a god-king and appeared out of nowhere seriously?
He casually raised the Asura Demon Sword in his hand, its scarlet blade precisely blocking the Demon Emperor's thunderous attack, which was imbued with all his divine power.
"clang--!!!"
A deafening clang of metal clashing resounded throughout the realm of gods.
The Demon Emperor's figure was sent flying backward by the enormous recoil force, spitting out a mouthful of purple divine blood.
But in her eyes, there was no sign of retreat, only an even more frenzied killing intent.
However, Tang San, who had blocked the attack, didn't even glance at her again.
He didn't care whether the crazy woman lived or died, because he didn't think she posed any threat to him.
His gaze, his entire attention, and his whole being were completely captured by the other figure that slowly emerged from the crack.
He was a handsome young man wearing a black trench coat.
In the man's arms was a figure he had been longing for day and night.
She wore a long pink dress, had a cascading scorpion braid, a delicate and flawless face, and those big, watery eyes that had once been gentle only for him.
It's Xiao Wu.
At this moment, Tang San's mind went completely blank.
He stared blankly at the figure being held in Huo Yuhao's arms. For the first time, his face, which had been devoid of joy or sorrow, revealed a look of utter astonishment and disbelief, like that of an ordinary person.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
"Little...Little Wu?"
He murmured the name he had recited countless times in his heart.
His voice was dry, hoarse, and trembling.
However, this brief moment of stunned silence was quickly replaced by a boundless rage and murderous intent that was enough to incinerate the entire divine realm.
Because he saw it.
At this moment, Huo Yuhao was holding Xiao Wu tightly in his arms with a possessive posture.
It was a sacrilegious gesture, full of assertiveness, that only exists between the most intimate lovers.
What enraged him even more was that his Xiaowu, his wife, simply stood there quietly, letting that man take advantage of her.
There was no resistance on her face; in fact, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible serenity and dependence.
"boom--!!!"
The string of reason in Tang San's mind snapped completely.
At this moment, he forgot all about the great war between gods and the invasion of foreign enemies.
In his eyes, there was only that couple, the one who stung his eyes.
"Xiao Wu!!!"
He let out a shrill roar, his figure transforming into a streak of blood-red light, and flew towards Huo Yuhao and Xiao Wu in his arms without regard for anything else, wanting to snatch his wife back from that bastard's embrace.
However, he recognized her with a mixture of eagerness and rage.
Xiao Wu's reaction, however, was like a bucket of the coldest water, drenching him from head to toe.
She merely furrowed her beautiful brows slightly, her gaze towards Tang San filled with unfamiliarity, doubt, and a hint of... faint disgust.
"who are you?"
Her cold voice, like the sharpest ice pick, pierced Tang San's heart.
These three words caused Tang San's forward-rushing figure to freeze abruptly, as if struck by lightning.
"Xiao Wu, it's me! I'm your husband, Tang San! Don't you recognize me?"
He was practically begging, his voice trembling.
His response was met with even colder and more resolute words from Xiao Wu.
She didn't even glance at Tang San again, but instead gently rested her head on Huo Yuhao's chest, and said in a matter-of-fact tone:
"It's him, my husband."
She pointed at Huo Yuhao.
"As for you, I don't know you."
boom!!!
As if struck by lightning, Tang San froze on the spot.
His brain completely stopped functioning.
What did he see? What did he hear?
His Xiao Wu said she didn't recognize him?
His Xiao Wu said that her husband was Huo Yuhao, whom he used as a pawn in his schemes.
No way, this is absolutely impossible. It's an illusion. It must be that bastard who used some evil illusion on Xiao Wu.
However, the next second.
As a god-king, his incredibly keen divine sense allowed him to see a reality that was more cruel and more desperate than any illusion.
He saw that a divine power of the same origin, perfectly integrated, was slowly flowing and circulating between Huo Yuhao and Xiao Wu.
Their breath, their souls, were now inextricably linked, as one, inseparable.
That deep soul bond, that harmonious energy cycle, can only have one possibility...
That is, they have already engaged in the deepest level of dual cultivation, involving both the soul and the body.
A word from the mortal world, filled with humiliation and malice, like the most vicious curse, surfaced in Tang San's mind.
—Green hat.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
A roar that was not human, filled with endless pain, humiliation and madness, came out of Tang San's mouth, tearing his heart out.
His handsome face was completely distorted by extreme anger, becoming more terrifying than the most hideous demon.
His god-king eyes were instantly filled with a scarlet, pure killing intent.
The other god-kings in the divine realm were also completely dumbfounded by this sudden, earth-shattering drama that could be described as god-level NTR.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, forgetting even to breathe.
The God of Destruction stopped gathering his divine power, and a gloating light flickered in his purple eyes.
The goddess of life covered her mouth, her beautiful face filled with disbelief and a hint of sympathy.
The phoenix flames in Ma Hongjun's hands went out.
Rong Nianbing, the God of Emotions, also twitched at the corner of his mouth, his gaze towards Tang San filled with sympathy and strangeness.
Xiao Wu, who among them doesn't know her?
That's Tang San's wife, the Sea God.
Their love story, which transcended race from human to spirit beast, and involved life and death, ultimately leading to their ascension to godhood, was a legendary tale throughout the entire divine realm, making them a model couple envied by all the gods.
Back then, Xiao Wu was thrown into a time-space turbulence by Ma Hongjun while protecting Tang San, and everyone thought she was dead.
Tang San was driven completely mad by this and wanted to destroy everything.
But now...
Xiao Wu is not dead.
She's back.
But she returned in the arms of another man.
Moreover, in front of everyone, he gave Tang San a green hat that was so bright it shone, a hat that could be recorded in the annals of the God Realm...
For Tang San, this situation was a million times more painful, embarrassing, and maddening than if Xiao Wu had actually died.
"Huo—Yu—Hao—!!!"
Tang San squeezed out the name slowly and deliberately, word by word, through gritted teeth.
Every word carried a terrifying killing intent capable of freezing the soul.
"I want you dead!!!"
The Asura Demon Sword in his hand erupted with an unprecedented, world-destroying crimson sword light, carrying all his divine king power and his completely shattered heart, now filled only with killing intent, as he fiercely slashed towards the man who had taken everything from him.
The Asura Demon Sword, imbued with the full rage of a god-king, was about to strike.
Huo Yuhao's eyes remained calm.
He didn't even make any defensive gesture; he simply hugged the indifferent-looking Xiao Wu in his arms tighter.
Because he knew that he didn't need to take action at all.
Just as the crimson sword light was less than an inch away from his brow...
A black and red blade of light, indescribable in words and seemingly originating from the nothingness of the end of all things, descended from the sky.
It made no sound and stirred up no energy.
It simply existed there, and everything it passed through—space, laws, and even Tang San's raging Asura God power—seemed to be directly erased from the conceptual level.
The invincible Asura sword light, upon contact with the black and red blade light, melted and disintegrated silently, like ice and snow under the blazing sun, turning into the most primordial nothingness.
"laugh--!"
The blade flashed without hindrance, tearing through the incredibly solid space of the God Realm and striking Tang San's God King body.
"BOOM—!!!"
With a deafening roar that shook the divine realm, this god-king, who once held the reins of the divine realm and possessed two divine positions, was struck head-on by a meteorite falling from the sky. He was violently cleaved away by the irresistible, terrifying power containing the power of nothingness.
His divine body traced a parabola tens of thousands of miles long in mid-air, smashing through more than a dozen floating divine mountains along the way. Finally, like a broken meteor, it crashed heavily into the chaotic zone at the edge of the divine realm, stirring up clouds of dust.
A tall, aloof, and stunningly beautiful figure, wielding a katana, appeared silently before Huo Yuhao.
Her face was expressionless; she merely glanced indifferently at Tang San, who was struggling to get up in the distance.
It is the Yellow Springs.
Go do your own thing.
A calm voice rang in Huo Yuhao's ears.
Lu Jingming's figure had appeared beside him without him even noticing.
"I've had enough of this entertainment."
A playful smile appeared on Lu Jingming's lips.
"With your strength, staying here would only be a burden. Why not take this opportunity to rescue your beloved mother?"
Huo Yuhao gave Lu Jingming a deep look; he knew this was part of the deal.
He helped Lu Jingming stage this grand drama that was enough to drive Tang San completely mad.
Lu Jingming, on the other hand, created an opportunity for him to delve into the realm of gods and rescue his mother's soul.
Thank you.
He didn't waste any words and nodded slightly to Lu Jingming.
Immediately, he closed his eyes, and the vast divine sense belonging to the "God of Consciousness" instantly spread out, precisely locking onto a soul coordinate located in the realm of gods, following the mysterious, bloodline-derived connection.
The next moment, without hesitation, he picked up Xiao Wu, and in a flash, he transformed into a streak of light and sped off in that direction.
Throughout the entire process, not a single deity dared to intervene. (End of Chapter)