Chapter 197 Tang San's Response: I'm also heartbroken.
The air inside the Temple of Poseidon was so thick it was suffocating, as if all the oxygen had been completely sucked out by the oppressive atmosphere.
The once shimmering blue-gold light curtain surrounding the temple now appeared dim and lifeless.
Only Xiao Wu's cold and sharp gaze transformed into a tangible pressure of judgment, locking firmly onto Tang San, who sat on the throne.
Tang San fell into a deathly silence.
This sea god, known in the history of the divine realm for his calmness, patience, and infallible strategies, was trembling slightly at this moment.
His usually deep, unfathomable eyes, which seemed to see through the stars of eternity, were now filled with an unprecedented sense of dishevelment.
He could clearly feel Xiao Wu's unyielding gaze, a gaze like a precise scalpel, inch by inch cutting open the "saintly" shell he had maintained for ten thousand years, trying to uncover the festering truth beneath the skin.
Tang San felt an unprecedented discomfort at this moment. This discomfort came not only from the pain of his divine sense being shattered in his sea of consciousness, but also from a sense of shame at being completely seen through.
However, deep down, he still didn't think that Bai Shijie had done anything wrong.
He knows himself too well.
In his view, Wang Dong'er, as the daughter of the God King, must be absolutely pure and absolutely loyal since she has descended to the mortal world.
In order to shackle the successor of the White Order with emotions, and to ensure that this pawn will never deviate from the track he set, he in the White World is absolutely capable of such insidious methods as forcibly modifying will and even using psychological suggestion to force the other party to self-harm.
In his self-proclaimed logic, this behavior was glorified as a "necessary trial" for the sake of the plane's stability and for Dong'er's future.
However, what this so-called "divine meaning" fears most is being exposed to the sun.
Especially when it comes to Xiao Wu, his wife who had shared hardships with him and regarded him as her only support.
He knew perfectly well that Xiao Wu could never condone such acts of trampling on personal dignity and manipulating family ties.
In Xiao Wu's heart, he has always been the "Third Brother" who would sacrifice everything for his brothers and his lover.
Once this underlying image is stained with the mark of "exploitation and manipulation," his facade of warmth within the Temple of Poseidon, and even his carefully cultivated image as a savior in the divine realm for millennia, will crumble completely in an instant.
Tang San's brain was working frantically, and due to overload, he felt like his head was about to explode.
He tried to find even the slightest logical flaw in the irrefutable evidence presented by Bai Xuanzi in order to launch a counterattack.
But he discovered in despair that he had nowhere to hide.
The water-attribute energy base, the murderous aura of the Asura God, the fluctuation frequency of the God King realm, and that single divine thought that was specially encrypted yet carried a distinctive rhythm...
These physical parameters were like heavy iron chains, nailing him, the supreme god-king, firmly to the dock of morality.
He felt an unprecedented sense of worry and fear.
This is a feeling of despair, caught in a dilemma.
If we admit it, he will forever be seen in Xiao Wu's heart as a despicable and insidious schemer;
The ruler of the divine realm committee felt dizzy, and his once steady divine power began to surge wildly through his meridians.
...
Meanwhile, in another part of the divine realm, in the magnificent corridors of the Divine Realm Council, the atmosphere was equally oppressive.
The God of Destruction was now completely breached.
He wore a wide, deep purple cloak, and his eyes flashed wildly with purple lightning.
He turned his head and looked at the Goddess of Life beside him, who still had a pitying expression and kept trying to exonerate Tang San with "deep planning" and "unspeakable secrets." He felt an indescribable absurdity and disgust.
"Life, shut up!"
The God of Destruction abruptly stopped. His dark purple divine power, due to his complete loss of control, emitted a piercing hissing sound, causing fine cracks to appear on the hard divine jade floor tiles.
"'Tempering one's will'? 'Foreseeing crises'? Listen to what you're saying, what kind of logic is that?"
The God of Destruction's voice was deep and filled with murderous intent.
"If the so-called tempering of will requires forcibly implanting self-destructive suggestions into the depths of the mind, and erasing a mortal's most basic logical judgment ability, then what is the difference between us so-called gods and those demons in the Abyss who only devour souls? Tang San's behavior is not cultivating future generations; he is creating slaves!"
Startled by the angry roar of the god of destruction, the goddess of life took a step back. She gently bit her lower lip, her eyes still holding that irritating stubbornness called "tolerance".
She said softly, "Xiao Zi, you're being too extreme. We've all witnessed how much Tang San has sacrificed for the stability of the God Realm and for suppressing the Golden Dragon King over the years. He's always been measured in his actions. Perhaps that divine thought really was just meant to protect Dong'er at a crucial moment, but the complex environment of the lower realm caused some misleading effects? The Heavenly Canopy is, after all, the Heavenly Canopy, and its origin is unknown! We can't completely deny the achievements of a God King based on just one scene from the Heavenly Canopy; that's unfair."
The God of Destruction let out a cold laugh.
"How long are you going to keep deceiving yourself like this?"
The God of Destruction had lost patience and could listen no longer. He had always been critical of Tang San's way of doing things, and now that the veil had been lifted, he saw the darkness and selfishness that Tang San was hiding under the banner of so-called "justice."
He reached out and grabbed the wrist of the goddess of life with such force that the frail goddess was completely unable to resist.
"Since you insist that he's innocent and that he had good intentions, fine. Let's go to the Temple of the Sea God now. If we're going to maintain order in the divine realm, we need to confront him face to face!"
"No matter how noble his initial intentions may be, interfering with the will of mortals across realms, and even using divine power to induce self-harm, is a serious violation of the most basic disciplinary principles of the Divine Realm Committee. Let's go!"
"I'd like to see what kind of lies he can come up with to cover his shame in front of us two god-kings, and in front of his closest wife!"
The God of Destruction, leading the Goddess of Life, transformed into a deep purple streak of light, piercing the heavens of the divine realm and heading straight for the Temple of the Sea God.
His goal was very clear—he wanted to tear off Tang San's hypocritical face completely in this impending interrogation and expose the rotten truth buried deep underground.
...
soon.
The heavy basalt gate of the Temple of Poseidon, which was tightly closed and engraved with patterns of the Poseidon's heritage, was smashed open by an extremely powerful destructive force.
The figures of the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life appeared before the palace gates.
One is the arbiter symbolizing the end, and the other is the guardian symbolizing mercy.
The God of Destruction's violent aura, carrying a sense of judgment, and Xiao Wu's stern and icy questioning in the hall instantly converged, forming an irreversible torrent that pushed the already precarious balance to its final breaking point.
Tang San remained seated on his high throne, his once dazzling blue-gold divine armor now appearing somewhat forlorn.
He watched Xiao Wu approach step by step, and saw the trust in her eyes that was almost collapsing.
Then he looked at the God of Destruction who burst through the door, his face full of disgust and contempt.
He knew that there was no point in delaying any longer.
So he sighed helplessly, "Sigh... Actually, I'm heartbroken too."
(End of chapter)