Chapter 200 Tang San of the White World! Officially Debuts!
The extreme energy of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eyes was restored to balance after Bai Xuanzi's golden light dissipated.
The once invincible king of immortal herbs, which represented trials and tribulations, has now completely lost all its resistance.
Ultimately, it completely fell into the hands of Huo Yuhao from the White World.
[now.]
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
Bai Huoyuhao looked down at the pure white, faintly blushing Acacia Heartbreak Red acacia flower in his palm.
Without any self-harm, without vomiting blood, and without any so-called life-sustaining elixirs, this miraculous herb quietly exudes the breath of life.
He turned around and handed the herb in his hand directly to Wang Dong'er.
"Take it, Dong'er." Bai Huoyuhao's voice was gentle and steady, a relieved smile shining in his double pupils.
"Although this assessment was extremely difficult, I'm so glad we made it through. I not only found the miraculous herb that can help you heal, but I also completely proved my feelings for you, which makes me very happy."
Wang Dong'er took the Acacia Heartbreak Red herb in a daze, feeling the pure and immense life force emanating from it.
This power was enough to heal all the hidden injuries and conflicts within her soul force. Looking at the young man before her who had calmly defied divine will and the laws of physics for her sake, the hesitation and lingering fear in her eyes were finally replaced by an overwhelming joy.
"Yuhao!" Wang Dong'er cheered.
Bai Huoyuhao reached out and happily lifted Wang Dong'er up in his arms. Amidst the surprised and envious gazes of Youyou and the other immortal herbs, the two twirled on the shore.
This is a beauty untainted by bloodshed, a warmth purely based on overwhelming strength.
Under Bai Xuanzi's influence, the originally destined tragedy was completely reversed into a comedy at this moment.
In the dark world, seeing the beautiful ending in the sky, the Soul Masters' suppressed discussions finally erupted.
"This is true perfection," a sect leader from the underworld sighed, stroking his beard.
"He wasn't crippled, he didn't drink the lava, and he wasn't even mentally damaged. Compared to the scene shown in the Black World earlier, when Hei Yuhao left, he was completely crippled, and that scene looked utterly hopeless."
"Yes, it's all thanks to Bai Xuanzi." Another rogue soul master sighed, his tone filled with admiration for Bai Xuyi.
"If Bai Xuanzi himself hadn't arrived and shattered that mischievous divine thought with a single palm strike, Bai Yuhao would definitely have jumped down and drunk the molten lava too. The strength of the White Order lies in the fact that they not only give their disciples power, but also give them the understanding to fight against fate and a final line of defense."
The Soul Masters of the Dark World nodded in agreement. They had now reached a consensus: the strength of the White World largely stemmed from the protection of a God-King level expert like Bai Xuanzi. This ability to ignore environmental interference and forcibly modify parameters made all hardships seem pale and powerless.
In the realm of gods.
The God of Destruction looked at the scene of Bai Yuhao and Wang Dong'er embracing in the sky, snorted coldly, and slowly loosened his grip on the armrest.
"Tang San, you're lucky." The God of Destruction's voice echoed coldly in the void through divine thought.
He now knew very well that continuing to stare at the white world's images would make it much harder to catch Tang San making a mistake.
Because Tang San's explanation of "dimensional isolation" was indeed cunning.
The more beastly Tang San acts on the White World side, the more confidently Tang San on this side can claim that he is different from him.
As long as he isn't caught red-handed in this world, Tang San can maintain his saintly persona.
"Since you insist that the evil deeds of the White World have nothing to do with you, then I'll take a look at the scenes of the Black World." The God of Destruction's eyes gleamed with purple light, his heart filled with anticipation.
He refused to believe that when the sky switched back to the dark world and played the details of Hei Yuhao's suffering, this so-called "Supreme God King" could still maintain such a flawless disguise.
Inside the Sea God Temple, Tang San's mood was completely the opposite.
He looked at the dominance displayed by the white order in the sky and felt a deep sense of anxiety.
He didn't want the screen to display images of the dark world at all, because every detail of the dark world was a "divine test" he had personally planned.
Although those trials were logically consistent, under the watchful eyes of everyone, and now under the gaze of the God of Destruction, it was easy to see through their trickery.
"Let the scenes of the White World continue to play. As long as I keep watching the White Order, I can stay in the morally safe zone." Tang San prayed in his heart. He would rather continue watching the scenes of the White World than let the "secrets" happening in the Black World be made public.
However, the will of the heavens is not under the control of the gods.
Whatever their wishes, the screen continued playing on its own.
Just as everyone was lost in thought, the image on the sky suddenly flashed.
The Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire, which was originally filled with mist and vitality, vanished instantly.
Instead, there was a vast space that was extremely magnificent, even surpassing the limits of human imagination.
[The area was shrouded in mist, and each cloud shimmered with a seven-colored divine aura.]
Countless colossal temples floated in mid-air, exuding an aura of eternity and holiness. The air was filled not with soul power, but with liquid divine essence; every detail displayed an aura of majesty transcending planes.
When the Soul Masters of the Underworld witnessed this scene, they were collectively stunned into silence.
"Could this be... the legendary realm of gods?" A Contra warrior, overwhelmed with shock, collapsed to his knees. This was the first time mortals had ever glimpsed the paradise inhabited by gods so closely and with such clarity. The magnificent sight shattered all their understanding of power.
The God of Destruction was also taken aback for a moment, then his gaze became extremely sharp: "Who are we going to broadcast this time? Has the tentacles of the White Order already reached the realm of gods, and are they about to start broadcasting the divine test logic from there?"
Tang San suddenly sat up straight on the throne. As he looked at the gradually clear divine patterns in the sky, his bad premonition grew stronger.
The scene continues to pan, eventually focusing on a massive and opulent deep blue palace.
A figure stood with his hands behind his back on a terrace at the edge of the palace.
He was dressed in a magnificent blue and gold divine robe, his long hair flowing in the wind, his eyes revealing an indifferent and calm demeanor that seemed to control everything. That aura was exactly the same as the divine sense that Bai Xuanzi had just crushed.
[Tang San from the White World has officially appeared.]
(End of chapter)