The Divine Realm.
The God King's Hall.
Tang San reclined upon his throne, his right hand propping up his cheek, eyes closed in feigned rest.
Outside the hall, clouds rolled and parted as time flowed soundlessly.
No one knew how long passed—
Before he slowly opened his eyes.
A trace of divine might flickered by, causing the vast sea of clouds to churn.
However—
In the next instant—
"Pfft!"
He suddenly bent forward, coughing up a mouthful of divine blood. His face turned deathly pale.
"What kind of existence… possesses such power?"
In Tang San's azure eyes, a flicker of uncontrollable shock flashed.
His right hand pressed against his chest.
A penetrating wound ran through him, emanating a sword intent he could not comprehend.
Threads of sharp energy lingered without dispersing, shredding even the ocean authority covering his palm into fragments.
"This power already transcends the laws of the Divine Realm."
"And yet, even when I convened the Divine Realm Committee, those ancient gods were certain that no 'realm beyond the realm' exists."
He muttered, brows tightly furrowed.
At that moment—
Tang San's gaze shifted slightly, and with a sharp sweep of his sleeve—
The roar of tides echoed.
A rippling water mirror formed before him.
Reflected within it was the image of Wang Dong wandering along the lakeside in a daze, her lips repeatedly murmuring "Yin Yang Love Querying Valley."
"The time has come. It is time for Wutong's consciousness to return to its place!"
Tang San let out a cold snort, displeasure flickering across his face at the thought of his treasured daughter favoring another.
"If he wishes to become my, Tang San's, son-in-law, he must show strength worthy of it!"
"Even if his strength suffices, he must still endure countless trials and tribulations—otherwise, how could he match my daughter's preciousness?"
As he muttered this—
His brows suddenly knit together.
Something was wrong.
The youth Wang Dong admired—
Why did he have no impression of him whatsoever?
He had not even once felt the impulse to spy upon him.
This was far too abnormal!
Divine power surged violently. The image in the water mirror shifted dramatically.
The ripples gradually stilled.
A blue-robed youth slowly appeared upon the mirror's surface.
Tang San's eyes narrowed.
His back lifted from the throne, his body unconsciously leaning forward—
Clang!
A sword cry rang out.
A streak of sword light shot directly from the mirror. The surface shattered instantly into mist.
Fast!
Too fast!
This sword was so fast it seemed to have reversed time, appearing at the exact moment he first conceived the thought of spying! Tang San's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, completely unable to dodge.
Pfft!
The sword light pierced through his chest, carrying his divine body backward and pinning him against a massive pillar of the divine hall.
Yet its force did not diminish.
It continued onward, piercing through the barrier of the Divine Realm—
Ultimately nailing him into the core of a desolate star.
"Cough… wah!"
Tang San spat blood toward the heavens. His already gravely injured divine body nearly collapsed entirely. His blood-streaked face twisted with agony and terror.
"Who is it?!" His roar echoed across the planetary debris. "Who dares to obstruct me?! Do you dare to show yourself?!"
No one answered his hysteria.
Only temporal storms howled through the universe.
Dragging his shattered divine body, Tang San staggered back to the divine hall.
The gathered gods, having sensed the disturbance, were already assembled. Seeing his condition, they were all shocked.
"God King Tang, what has happened?!"
Tang San wiped the blood from his lips and collapsed back onto his throne.
""Wutong's beloved youth is indeed extraordinary.."
"The Yin Yang Love Querying Valley…"
His thoughts raced as he suppressed the surging blood in his chest and slowly said:
"Transmit my divine decree. Summon the other God Kings for discussion."
The hall fell abruptly silent.
The gods exchanged glances, confusion gradually rising in their eyes as they looked toward Tang San.
One deity hesitated before speaking:
"Other God Kings? Since the Asura God King roamed the cosmos, has there not only been you alone presiding over the Divine Realm?"
The moment those words fell—
It was as if an unseen wind swept silently through the hall.
Tang San's expression froze.
A bone-chilling cold exploded from the depths of his divine soul.
"Absurd!"
He shouted.
"Although the Asura God is no longer in the Divine Realm, there are clearly other God Kings remaining!"
At those words—
Tang San stopped.
Because he saw that the gazes the gods cast toward him all carried the same confusion and strangeness.
"God King Tang, there truly are no other God Kings in the Divine Realm."
On Tang San's pale face, the corner of his eye twitched violently from extreme horror.
"Reality has been rewritten…"
"The memories of the gods have been altered…"
"Just what kind of supreme being is behind this?!"
He clenched his fist.
The armrest of his throne crumbled into powder.
Suddenly turning his head—
He looked toward the boundless, endless universe beyond the Divine Realm.
For a fleeting instant—
A thought that made his divine soul tremble uncontrollably surfaced.
The universe that had once seemed infinite to him now felt like a fragile, transparent bubble.
And he—
Was merely trapped within that bubble.
An ant.
Observed at will… toyed with casually… by some unimaginable existence.
"I will definitely find out," A cold light flickered in his eyes. "The Yin Yang Love Querying Valley is an opportunity."
...
"Hahahahaha!"
Hearty laughter echoed through the Stargazing Divine Hall.
"Look how frightened God King Tang is!"
Feng Buyu clinked cups with Huo Wushuang and tilted his head back, draining his wine in one gulp.
Yu Tianheng, Feng Xiaotian, Oscar, Yu Feng, and the others sat gathered around, the atmosphere lively.
Not far away—
Beneath a peach grove like rosy clouds and mist—
Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, Shui Bing'er, and several other peerless beauties were preparing sweet peach blossom soup.
Looking into the distance—
Across the vast territory of the Divine Star, prosperity flourished everywhere.
Under the guidance of Ji Dong, the Asura God, and the other gods, jade palaces rose from the earth, divine halls and celestial gardens stretching endlessly.
Ever since the God Kings—Qin Emperor Ye Yinzhu, Death God Ah Dai, Immortal Emperor Lei Xiang, and others—merged their respective universes into the Divine Star, its territory had continued to expand.
Now—
Beyond countless mortal worlds—
Above lay the Thirty-Three Heavens of Divine Firmament, and below the Eighteen Layers of the Netherworld. The structure was magnificent, the order immaculate.
"Zhexian, why keep that Tang God King from the other world around?"
Feng Buyu took a sip of wine and asked with a grin,
"The gods you gathered back have long wanted to take blades to him."
Li Zhexian, dressed in white, leaned lazily against the railing, his collar slightly open.
A relaxed smile curved at his lips.
He merely lifted his hand casually—
And lightly tapped toward the sea of stars with his fingertip.
A trace of divine essence flowed from his finger, sweeping across dozens of star fields in an instant.
When it returned—
It carried the aged wine-essence hidden within countless stars, transforming into a thread of clear nectar that poured into his friends' cups.
"Huo Yuhao is tempering himself in a parallel world. He needs a whetstone."
"Leaving Tang God King for him is just right."
"However, in this Yin Yang Love Querying Valley, I will lend Huo Yuhao a hand."
Feng Buyu, Yu Tianheng, and the others laughed upon hearing this and raised their cups in agreement.
At Li Zhexian's current realm—
Even these closest friends could not discern the depth of his cultivation.
They only knew that he had led the Divine Star roaming across the heavens, encountering more than one Creation God—yet none had ever forced him to draw a second sword.
"Brother Zhexian, when the time comes, let us stretch our muscles a bit as well."
...
The girls' dormitory, deep into the quiet of night.
After returning to her female identity, Wang Dong had moved out of her single room to live together with Xiao Xiao and Jiang Nannan.
A late-night heart-to-heart among sisters—
Had somewhat soothed the turmoil in her heart.
Now—
She lay in bed.
The questions weighing on her mind surged up again.
"Why did Huo Yuhao say I don't know who I am… and why has he repeatedly treated me with cold distance…"
Her chaotic thoughts tangled without end, and Wang Dong drifted into a hazy sleep.
Yet in her dreams—
Scene after scene flooded in.
There was the path unfolding according to its destined trajectory—she and Huo Yuhao recognizing each other, joining hands, yet facing countless hardships along the way.
Especially the myriad sufferings Huo Yuhao endured—even watching from a third-person perspective, she felt heart-wrenching pain.
At the same time—
Another set of memories pierced in.
Tang Wutong, daughter of a God King, living in the Divine Realm surrounded by stars and favor.
The two streams of memory clashed violently.
She seemed unable to tell—
Which one was her true self…