98: Chapter 98 Tang San, where's your face?

Mu Qingci gritted his teeth and persisted, letting the song of ice and fire play within his body.

The energy of ice and fire permeated every pore on his skin, and his entire body's meridians and bones were undergoing a shocking transformation.

Behind him, a pair of broad, pitch-black wings unfurled, greedily devouring the surrounding energy and growing rapidly.

Mu Qingci's consciousness gradually blurred, and the broad wings automatically curled, wrapping him inside like a black silkworm cocoon.

He fell into a deep sleep.

I do not know how much time passed, but when Mu Qingci opened his eyes again, his entire body felt as if it had been recast and was brand new.

He slowly stretched his body, emitting a series of cracking sounds from his friction-filled bones.

Mu Qingci felt incredibly comfortable at this moment; his physical strength had increased by more than double, the strength of his entire body's meridians and bones had been greatly enhanced, and the age limit of the spirit ring he could withstand had increased significantly.

Most importantly, when he spread the black wings that had wrapped around him, the original pair of wings had actually turned into three pairs.

Yes, Mu Qingci's external Spirit Bone, the Wings of the Evil God, had successfully absorbed enough energy and evolved to the hundred-thousand-year level.

As Mu Qingci moved his mind, the three pairs of wings behind him flapped simultaneously, carrying him as he rushed out of the water.

On the shore, Snow Empress and Bi Ji had been waiting there all along.

Seeing that Mu Qingci had returned safely, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your trouble, you two seniors."

Mu Qingci opened the Undead Semi-Plane and invited both of them inside.

Now, he no longer needed to rely on the prestige of the two fierce beasts to intimidate those Immortal Plants.

This ice and fire body tempering, although it did not increase his Soul Power by much, the improvement to his strength was solid and real.

Nowadays, Mu Qingci's Soul Power was at level sixty-five, but his physical fitness could already rival that of a Titled Douluo.

"Next, it is time for the harvest." Mu Qingci looked at the Immortal Plants covering the ground, the corners of his mouth curling into an arc.

Youyou was incredibly desperate at this moment, wondering why their great Tang God King had not yet come to save them.

In fact, it was not that Tang San had not noticed the situation in the lower realm, but he was willing but lacked the strength to do anything about it.

Of course, Tang San's attention had nothing to do with these Immortal Plants.

To put it plainly, these Immortal Plants, and even the entire Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, were nothing more than opportunities Tang San had left for his descendants.

What Tang San had noticed was that the luck of the Child of Luck he valued, Huo Yuhao, was slowly slipping away.

And when he wanted to investigate the specific situation, the divine sense he sent out was blocked by another divine sense.

At this time, in the Divine Realm, inside the Hall of Destruction.

On the high seat, a man dressed in purple robes, radiating an aura of destruction from his entire body, was looking down at the area below from a high position.

Beside him was a stunningly beautiful woman radiating an aura of life, with green hair as smooth as silk, her gentle face now bearing a hint of solemnity as she also looked below.

In the center of the hall was a blue-haired man dressed in blue-gold soft armor.

His face was so handsome that it was almost like a woman's, and his left hand was clutching a golden-glowing trident.

At this moment, this Sea God, Asura God, and one of the five God Kings of the Divine Realm Committee, Tang San, was glaring at the God of Destruction on the high seat.

"Destruction, what do you mean?! Why did you block my divine sense from investigating the Douluo Continent?!"

Facing Tang San's questioning, the God of Destruction just smiled indifferently, his mouth merciless: "Tang San, how long have you been an enforcer? Have you forgotten the rules of the Divine Realm so quickly? Besides, don't you dare slander me; I didn't stop you from investigating the Douluo Continent, I only stopped you from investigating my successor."

That's right, the successor the God of Destruction spoke of was none other than Mu Qingci.

He saw Tang San staring at the Douluo Continent all day, staring at his successor.

The God of Destruction, who had always been at odds with Tang San, also set his sights on the Douluo Continent.

One time by chance, he discovered Mu Qingci.

He found that this human named Mu Qingci, whether in the things he did or the faction he stood with, was on the opposite side of Tang San.

Furthermore, Mu Qingci was constantly snatching away the luck of the original Child of Luck, that is, the Huo Yuhao chosen by Tang San, which immediately piqued Destruction's interest.

Such a human, who was on the same front as him and had such high talent, was simply the most ideal successor for his God Position in his mind.

Thus, while Tang San was not paying attention, the God of Destruction cast a strand of divine sense into Mu Qingci's spiritual sea, where it laid in wait, undetected even by Electrolux and the Ice Empress.

And now, when Tang San finally discovered that there was such a human in the lower realm who was working against him and snatching the luck of the Child of Luck, Huo Yuhao, it was already too late.

He wanted to investigate the human's situation, but was blocked by the God of Destruction's divine sense.

And so, today's scene occurred.

"Destruction, are you doing this on purpose to oppose me?"

Tang San's eyes were wide with rage at this moment, clearly furious to the extreme.

Facing his questioning, the God of Destruction remained in his usual devil-may-care, indifferent manner.

"What is wrong? My great Sea God, are you only allowed to have a successor, and other gods are not allowed to have one?"

The God of Destruction's words left Tang San speechless.

"His Spirit does not fit your God Position's attributes at all; I think you are just looking for trouble on purpose!"

Seeing that he could not win the argument against the God of Destruction, Tang San began to find fault based on Spirit attributes.

Hearing that Tang San actually dared to use this reason to question him, the God of Destruction was almost amused to the point of laughter.

"May I ask, my Sea God, did your Blue Silver Grass grow in the sea?"

The God of Destruction's words were undoubtedly the most powerful slap in the face.

If you, a Blue Silver Emperor evolved from Blue Silver Grass, can inherit the Sea God Position, why can't I find a successor whose attributes are not as perfectly matched?

Now Tang San had absolutely nothing to say.

"Destruction, you will sooner or later regret what you have done!"

After saying this, Tang San flicked his sleeve and turned away in anger.

After Tang San left the Hall of Destruction, the hearty laughter of the God of Destruction echoed throughout the hall.

"Hahaha, that was so satisfying! Seeing that guy Tang San get frustrated, I cannot even begin to say how happy I am!"

The Life Goddess beside him looked at Destruction with a worried face: "Little Zi, I think what the Sea God said just now has a point. The Spirit of the successor you have chosen does not match your God Position; will this really not cause any problems?"

After all, Tang San had inherited the Sea God Position after going through the Seagod Nine Trials, so even if the Spirit attributes were slightly mismatched, it would not cause any major problems.

The God of Destruction shook his head, his gaze towards the Life Goddess becoming incredibly gentle; this tenderness from the mighty God of Destruction belonged solely to his wife, the Life Goddess.