Chapter 206 God of Destruction: Tang San, you better not let me catch you red-handed.
[The video feed continues to play on the sky.]
However, as the music played...
The scene of the white world, which had been filled with the spiritual light of herbs and the oppressive aura of a divine king, suddenly froze.
The scene appeared to be shrouded in a layer of gray mist.
[Then, a huge line of text, radiating a cold, mystical aura, slowly appeared in the center of the screen:]
[The white world storyline presentation has temporarily concluded; the dark world future timeline will begin soon.]
The appearance of this line of text caused an unprecedented uproar and heated discussion in the Douluo Continent, which was originally immersed in the shock of the White Order.
"Finally... are we going to return to our world again?" A Soul Master from the Dark World subconsciously clenched his fist, his eyes revealing a complex emotion.
Compared to the almost dreamlike perfect order of the White World, the mindset of the Soul Masters in the Black World has undergone a complete transformation.
"I used to think that watching the White World was just for fun, but now I'm actually more looking forward to seeing the future of our world."
Inside a tavern in Shrek City, several Soul Masters sat around a projection screen, their voices low and somber.
"On the one hand, the screen is projecting images of the future, which concerns the future of each and every one of us; and on the other hand..."
He paused, lowered his voice, and glanced around to make sure no law enforcement was present before continuing:
"After witnessing Tang San's ruthless way of reaping fortune and training servility in the White World, I really wanted to confirm one thing—"
"Is Tang San from our underworld really the near-perfect man we know?"
"Bai Xuanzi has already exposed Bai Tangsan's true colors. If similar signs appear in the future of the underworld, then we have truly been deceived for ten thousand years."
"That's right, we need an answer." Another Soul Master chimed in. Although there were still some die-hard Tang San fans around him watching with predatory eyes, the seeds of doubt had already begun to grow uncontrollably across this continent.
At this moment, all the Soul Masters of the Douluo Continent are waiting, waiting for the heavens to use a realistic vision of the future to judge the god sitting on Seagod Island.
Meanwhile, in the shadow of Shrek Academy in the dark world, under the Poseidon Pavilion.
Hei Huo Yuhao sat on the ground, staring at the cold, impersonal message on the sky, a look of unprecedented seriousness flashing in his eyes.
"Dong'er," Hei Huo Yuhao said softly, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"Are you scared? The following scene may be what we actually encounter in that future."
Hei Wang Dong'er stood behind him, her hands gripping the wheelchair handles tightly, her knuckles pale from the excessive force.
She looked at the sky, her mind replaying the ferocious image of Bai Tangsan's roar as he broke through her defenses.
"Yuhao, I don't know what to say." Hei Wang Dong'er lowered her eyes, her voice carrying a hint of pleading.
"Although the ancestors of the white world do disgust and disillusion me, deep down... I still hope that our ancestors of the black world, like he said, were the upright heroes."
"If the underworld also schemes against you and me in the same way, I really don't know how to face this sect, how to face my bloodline."
Hei Huo Yuhao was silent for a moment, then reached out and covered Wang Dong'er's hand: "No matter what the outcome, we must keep watching. The truth may be cruel, but it's better than being tamed into a puppet under false protection."
Their conversation sounded particularly lonely in the evening breeze of the Sea God Pavilion.
As the core pieces in Tang San's strategy, they are now facing the most intense rupture in their cognitive system.
...
Inside the Divine Realm Committee hall, the atmosphere became tense due to the change in the celestial curtain.
The God of Destruction, who had been sitting on his throne, suddenly sat up straight, and the dark purple lightning around him emitted a dense burst of crackling sounds.
His pair of purple double pupils shone with a captivating light due to extreme anticipation.
"They've finally arrived." The God of Destruction let out a cold laugh, turning his head and staring intently in the direction of the Temple of the Sea God.
"Tang San, you have been using the difference between planes to make sophistry, saying that the evil deeds of the White World have nothing to do with you."
"Now, the Sky Curtain will personally unveil the future of your dark world."
"I'd like to see how you'll try to cover it up and how stubborn you'll be when you slip up again in the footage!"
The God of Destruction was extremely excited at this moment; he had been waiting for this moment for far too long.
If he could find even the slightest fault with Tang San in the following scenes, he could directly invoke the final judgment of the God Realm Committee and completely end Tang San's rule.
However, the goddess of life gently shook her head, her brows furrowed with a hint of reluctance and helplessness.
"Little Purple, you might be overthinking things," the Goddess of Life gently advised.
"You saw Tang San's performance at the Sea God Temple just now; he was also filled with disgust for that projection of the White World."
"The evolutionary trajectories of these two planes do not completely overlap, and we cannot prejudge Tang San. Perhaps, in the future of the dark world, Tang San is really just silently protecting, and there are no so-called dark plans."
Upon hearing this, the God of Destruction snorted coldly, ignoring the Goddess of Life's favoritism, and instead fixed his gaze on the scene that was about to light up.
...
And in the center of the Temple of Poseidon.
Tang San sat on the throne that represented supreme power, his blue-gold divine armor emitting a faint light in the dim hall.
Xiao Wu sat beside him. She could sense that although the man beside her maintained a calm and composed demeanor on the surface, the tension in his muscles had reached an extremely dangerous threshold.
"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu turned her head, looking at Tang San with some concern. "Your aura seems a bit unstable. Are you nervous about what's coming next?"
Tang San tightened his grip on the staff slightly, his fingertips gliding along the shaft, making a soft scraping sound. He forced a strained, stiff smile, turning to Xiao Wu and saying:
"How could that be, Xiao Wu? I have a clear conscience, so there's no need for me to be nervous."
However, his true thoughts were as turbulent as boiling lava.
"Damn it... how did it switch back to the dark world so quickly?" Tang San roared inwardly.
He was indeed nervous, even fearful.
He was very clear that his schemes in the underworld were not fundamentally different from Bai Tangsan's "Luck Harvesting Plan." He had been using Wang Dong'er as an anchor point, trying to plant the seeds of obedience in Huo Yuhao's mind.
If, in the upcoming future scenes, the heavens accurately capture his divine thought descending after Hei Huo Yuhao's failure to pluck the flower, or film how he ruthlessly adjusts the pressure parameters of the Sea God Lake in the God Realm, then all the arguments he previously established regarding separation in front of the God of Destruction will vanish in an instant.
"My future self, please don't let me down at crucial moments."
Tang San stared intently at the sky, praying that his future self could act more discreetly and that the divine thought would not reveal any flaws.
Because he knew that if this time it was exposed, he would really have no way out.
(End of chapter)