"Sea God Island…" Qian Renxue murmured softly.
Her purple eyes narrowed slightly, as if piercing through the horizon itself.
'So you truly chose restraint,' she thought calmly.
'After Tang San lost the Eight Spider Lances… you didn't intervene.'
Her fingers lightly traced the rim of the teacup.
If one were to calculate probabilities, then among all places in the Douluo world, this—was where he could be found most likely.
In truth, the reason Qian Renxue had sent Bibi Dong to retrieve the Eight Spider Lances had never been singular.
There were two purposes.
The first was simple— Bibi Dong was the perfect bait.
The second was far more practical—
to cripple Tang San's future combat potential.
The Eight Spider Lances were not merely an external soul bone. They were a cornerstone—one that Tang San relied upon even after ascending to godhood. Removing them at this stage was equivalent to tearing away his future strength.
Yet that still wasn't the most important reason.
What Qian Renxue truly needed…was confirmation.
Confirmation of how much power this higher-dimensional Tang San—this existence—could actually exert within this world.
Her lips curved into a faint smile.
With her gaze still fixed on the sea, Qian Renxue spoke softly, almost as if lecturing an invisible audience.
"As per the information circulated," she whispered calmly, "most deep-sea soul beasts remain dormant beneath the waters. They only surface when starvation forces them to."
"These deep-sea soul beasts account for nearly seventy percent of the total sea soul beast population."
Her purple eyes shimmered faintly.
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God Realm
Asura Temple
The Asura Temple had crimson divine light flowed endlessly, condensing into patterns of slaughter, judgment, and retribution. Every pillar carried the weight of countless executions carried out in the name of balance.
At the center of the temple, seated upon a throne carved from divine scarlet bloodstone, Asura God slowly opened his eyes.
It did not take long for him to realize—
Something was wrong.
The first anomaly was familiar, yet unsettling.
He still could not peer into the fate of the Douluo Continent.
That alone was already abnormal. A lower realm, no matter how special, should never be able to resist the scrutiny of a God—especially not one who presided over slaughter and karmic balance.
However after a long time, the weird power surrounding the Douluo Continent had begun to fluctuate.
It was no longer stable.
Asura God's expression hardened.
Raising a finger, he cast his gaze directly upon Tang San.
The moment his divine perception locked on, his pupils constricted.
"…What?"
When he had chosen Tang San, he had poured an enormous amount of fortune into him—fortune already stolen from Qian Renxue who was supposed to be the true protagonist of this era in Douluo Continent. This amount of luck ensured that Tang San would encounter fortuitous opportunities at every crucial juncture.
Tang San's luck had shone like pure gold just after being born due to this.
'I bestowed him with so much luck', Asura God thought grimly.
'Enough to guarantee repeated miracles.'
Yet what he saw now was a Tang San wrapped in pale yellow fortune
Not only was he injured—
His luck had been severely damaged.
Asura God's brows furrowed.
"That Tang Hao…" he murmured.
Through the faint divine intent embedded within Tang Hao's soul, Asura God soon pieced together the sequence of events.
'He found a miraculous herb to heal Tang San while returning.'
Even now, Tang San was still alive and even miraculously healed.
After fully understanding the situation—
Asura God did not rage.
As a God, his mind was meticulous, Yet the more he thought about it—
The more uneasy he became.
"…This is fishy."
His instincts screamed warning.
'Luck does not diminish like this without reason.'
Something had interfered at a deeper level.
'I need more information', Asura God concluded.
'This cannot be explained through ordinary causality.'
His fingers tightened slightly against the armrest of his throne.
'But who should I send?'
His thoughts moved quickly.
'Rakshasa is unsuitable.'
If Rakshasa intervened, she would inevitably use Bibi Dong again. And that woman—
Asura God's expression darkened.
'I cannot predict what she would do if she meets Tang San once more.'
"…Then."
His gaze shifted toward another direction within the God Realm.
A vast expanse of azure divine light shimmered in the distance, accompanied by the faint echo of tides.
"…That leaves Poseidon."
The Sea God.
Unlike Asura, Poseidon possessed an overwhelming number of believers in the mortal world.
The crimson divine energy within the Asura Temple surged violently as he took a step forward.
Without hesitation, he moved toward—
The Poseidon Temple.
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Poseidon Temple
The Poseidon Temple stood in stark contrast to the oppressive severity of the Asura Temple.
Endless waves of divine seawater flowed through the hall without wetting the ground, suspended in midair like flowing silk. Pillars sculpted from sapphire crystal rose high into the azure sky of the God Realm, engraved with ancient runes of tides, storms, and salvation. At the center, a vast divine pool reflected countless oceans from countless worlds.
Upon a throne shaped like a coiling tide sat Poseidon, Sea God.
Asura God stood before him, crimson aura restrained yet sharp, Poseidon smiled.
It was a relaxed, almost lazy smile—one that carried neither reverence nor hostility.
"Well then," Poseidon said lightly, spreading his arms, divine seawater parting before him.
"Safe travels, Asura."
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(From Author a hint: the power surrounding Douluo is now fluctuating.
The question: Is Qian Renxue's protection period over?)