27: Chapter 27, Section 27: God of Destruction: Even the most despicable person wouldn't joke about their own daughter!

Above the sky of the Douluo Continent, the originally clear sky suddenly rippled with violent distortions, like silk crumpled by an invisible giant hand.

A purple-gold spatial rift tore open suddenly, and violent turbulent energy spread in all directions, causing the clouds below to surge and birds to scatter in fear.

Two figures walked out slowly from the rift, their robes flapping loudly in the gale.

The person on the left was dressed in a blue-gold divine robe, with a handsome face and a hint of anxiety between his brows; it was Tang San.

He was surrounded by faint water vapor and golden light, isolating the spatial turbulence, and his gaze swept anxiously across the continent below.

The God of Destruction on the right wore a purple robe, with thunder patterns faintly visible on the fabric.

He radiated an indistinct aura of destruction, making the surrounding air seem to solidify slightly.

His purple eyes looked down at this land calmly, only the occasional flash of sharpness revealing the unrest in his heart.

"Where was the last location sensed before Tang Wutong disappeared?" the God of Destruction spoke first, his voice echoing in the high sky with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Tang San's gaze fell on the vast green area in the center of the continent, his tone heavy: "Star Dou Great Forest."

Before the words had even faded, their figures had turned into two streaks of light, disappearing from the spot like Teleportation.

When they reappeared, they were already hovering above the Star Dou Great Forest.

Below, towering ancient trees were lush and green, blocking the sky and sun, with the emerald ripples of the Lake of Life appearing faintly in the forest.

Countless Spirit Beasts shuttled and rested in the forest, from low-level ten-year Spirit Beasts to high-level ten-thousand-year Spirit Beasts, forming a picture that was vibrant with life yet hidden with danger.

Di Tian was hovering in the center of the Lake of Life, eyes closed, contemplating the future of the Soul Beast Clan.

Xiong Jun, Bi Ji, and other fierce beasts were also entrenched in their respective territories, completely unaware that two uninvited guests from the Divine Realm had appeared in the sky above.

To them, the aura of a God King level had long surpassed the perception limits of this plane, just as ants cannot perceive the gaze of humans.

But Tang San and the God of Destruction could see everything below clearly.

"Interesting, this black dragon actually has some ability; it is only one step away from Divinity."

The God of Destruction swept a glance over Di Tian's figure, a trace of surprise flashing in his purple eyes, before returning to calm, saying: "However, it still cannot catch the eye of the Divine Realm."

There is a rule in the Divine Realm that Spirit Beasts are not allowed to become gods; this was set by the five great God Kings and the Dragon God back then.

Tang San did not respond; his Mental Energy had already spread out like a tide, carefully investigating every corner of the Star Dou Great Forest, searching for any clues related to Tang Wutong.

Just at this moment, at the very bottom of the Lake of Life.

In a dark body of water that never saw the sun all year round, a huge silver-white dragon was sleeping.

She was over a hundred meters long, her scales like the purest silver, shimmering with a faint luster in the dark water.

Her wings were folded behind her, every feather as exquisite as a work of art.

At this moment, this giant dragon slowly opened her eyes.

Those were a pair of deep purple eyes, as if containing an endless starry sky.

She suddenly raised her head, her gaze piercing through layers of lake water, accurately locking onto the two figures high above, her eyes instantly filled with unbelievable doubt and vigilance.

"Sea God... God of Destruction?"

A stormy sea surged in Silver Dragon King's heart.

As a clone of the Dragon God, she was extremely powerful in terms of Mental Energy; even a God King might not be stronger than her.

Now, these two were core members of the Divine Realm Committee, with exalted status; how could they suddenly descend upon the Douluo Continent?

Could it be that her identity had been exposed?

She subconsciously circulated her Divine Power, compressing her own aura to the extreme, remaining silent at the bottom of the lake like an ordinary stone, even deliberately slowing her heartbeat.

If she were truly exposed, it would be impossible for only the two of them to come; the Divine Realm would inevitably send more God Kings, or even use Divine Realm enforcers.

But if it wasn't for her, what was their purpose?

Silver Dragon King was baffled, her purple eyes filled with confusion.

She could feel that although the aura of these two God Kings had been restrained for the most part, it carried an indescribable urgency, clearly having come for some important matter.

High above, Tang San's Mental Energy search suddenly paused at a chaotic area on the outskirts of the forest—that was exactly where Dragon God Douluo Mu En and the others had fought against the fierce beasts last night, and the ground still had lingering Soul Power fluctuations and bloodstains.

"This way." Tang San signaled to the God of Destruction, and the two used Teleportation again, arriving above that area.

This was the last place Lu Jing and Tang Wutong appeared before they disappeared.

Tang San's Mental Energy was like the most precise instrument, scanning every crack and every drop of blood on the ground inch by inch, not even letting go of the residual Soul Power molecules in the air.

The God of Destruction also put away his previous casualness, divine light flashing in his purple eyes as he carefully investigated the surrounding spatial fluctuations.

Time passed bit by bit, the wind in the forest blowing gently, rolling up a few fallen leaves.

Finally, the God of Destruction shook his head first, his tone heavy: "There are no traces at all."

He looked at Tang San, his eyes complex: "Not even a shred of aura was left; there are no traces of battle, nor any residue of being devoured by Spirit Beasts, it is as if... they vanished into thin air, as if they had never existed in this World."

Tang San's expression became increasingly ugly; the results of his Mental Energy investigation were consistent with the God of Destruction's.

Apart from the remnants of last night's battle, nothing related to Tang Wutong could be found in this area, and even the aura of her having stayed here had been completely erased.

"Are you sure Tang Wutong has really disappeared?" the God of Destruction couldn't help but ask again, not out of suspicion, but because this matter was truly too bizarre.

With Tang Wutong's strength, coupled with the Mental Energy Tang San left in her body, even if she encountered danger, it was impossible for not a single trace to be left behind.

Tang San suddenly turned his head to look at him, his eyes carrying a hint of suppressed anger: "Would I joke about my own daughter's life and death?"

The God of Destruction fell silent.

He knew Tang San was not that kind of person.

In this World, even the most cold-blooded father would never use his daughter's life as a subject, let alone the fact that Tang San's love for Tang Wutong was famous in the Divine Realm.

It was just that he didn't know that his trust at this moment precisely confirmed the secrecy of Tang San's layout.

In order to win over the Child of Destiny of the Douluo Continent and to plot the fortune of the Star Dou Great Forest, Tang San had long set up a chess game that ordinary people could not imagine; Tang Wutong's soul being decomposed was the most critical step in this game.

"Then what do you think the situation is?" Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing the irritability in his heart, and looked at the God of Destruction, "Could it be a spatial rift?"

The God of Destruction pondered for a moment and nodded: "There is that possibility."

He raised his hand and waved, a faint purple Divine Power injected into the space below, and the originally calm air rippled with small ripples.

"Just now when I tore through space to descend to the lower realm, I felt that the spatial barrier of this continent was somewhat unstable, as if it had just experienced fluctuations," the God of Destruction analyzed, "Perhaps Tang Wutong was accidentally swept into another plane during the spatial fluctuations."

This was the most reasonable explanation at present.

Tang San's eyes flickered.

"Then let's split up and look in other Worlds." Tang San decided decisively.

The God of Destruction had no objection: "That is also fine. Once found, contact me immediately with Mental Energy; regardless of the outcome, we must return to the Divine Realm as soon as possible."

The two looked at each other, no longer hesitating, their figures simultaneously turning into streaks of light, tearing through space and disappearing into the sky above the Douluo Continent.

At the bottom of the Lake of Life, Silver Dragon King watched the direction where the two left, her purple eyes still filled with confusion.

She could feel that the aura of those two God Kings had completely disappeared, clearly having left the Douluo Continent.

"What exactly was it for..."

She muttered to herself, closing her eyes again, and restrained her aura even more thoroughly.

Regardless of what their purpose was, for her now, hiding her aura and accumulating strength was the most important thing.