Prologue: The Divine Realm! Tang San and His Family
A gentle halo of light, like a mother's hand, softly caressed the delicate texture of the mist. In this ethereal space, an extraordinary sense of reality emerged, captivating the senses. In the distance, a towering palace loomed, shrouded in this gentle radiance, appearing both illusory and tangible.
A lone figure stood silently amidst the clouds, gazing into the endless horizon. What he was looking at remained a mystery.
His long, waterfall-like blue hair cascaded all the way down to his feet. From behind, one might mistake him for a woman, if not for his broad shoulders and imposing stature.
His regal blue robe shimmered like rippling water. A closer look revealed a deep, mesmerizing blue, so profound it seemed to draw the gaze, pulling the soul into its ocean-like depths.
Despite his youthful appearance, seemingly in his twenties, his handsome face bore eyes that were deep and boundless. They seemed empty at a glance, yet held the vastness of the universe, with occasional flashes of purple that struck the heart with their brilliance—a fleeting sense of beauty, life, and death.
“Ah…” The man sighed softly. A faint sadness flickered between his brows as he closed his eyes, seemingly pondering the truths of heaven and earth.
“San-ge,” a gentle voice called. A figure emerged from the haze and approached the man in blue. She naturally and softly linked arms with him, a gesture that seemed as seamless as if it had been repeated countless times before.
The newcomer was a woman dressed in a flowing pink gown. Her long hair was styled into a scorpion braid that fell gracefully behind her. From the side, her elegant, slender neck gleamed with fair skin. The fitted waist of her dress perfectly outlined her stunning figure.
Her breathtakingly beautiful face carried a faint smile as she leaned her head lightly against the man's shoulder. Her braid swayed gently, brushing against his blue hair and intertwining with it in quiet intimacy.
The man’s handsome face softened into a look of fond indulgence, tinged with helplessness. “You’re a mother now, and still this playful.”
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The woman in pink pouted in mock annoyance. “So what if I’m a mother? Can’t I act spoiled anymore? Even though you’re the God Realm’s enforcer and the Sea God, aren’t you still my Tang San? My San-ge.”
Tang San pulled the woman into his embrace, smiling. “Of course, you can act spoiled. No matter what, you’ll always be my beloved Xiao Wu. Just don’t let your darling daughter see it, or she’ll fight you for attention.”
At the mention of their daughter, Xiao Wu’s eyes filled with tender affection. “That little girl, Xiao Qi, is so clingy. We only get moments like this when she’s asleep. San-ge, you seemed troubled earlier. Was it about the Douluo Continent again?”
Tang San nodded and sighed. “One day in the Divine Realm equals a year in the mortal world. It’s the same for all planes. Back then, I wanted to stay longer on the Douluo Continent, but because of the wager between the God Kings of Kindness and Evil, I had to return to the Divine Realm to manage affairs. I didn’t expect that after over twenty years here—ten thousand years on the Douluo Continent—the Tang Sect would have fallen into decline.”
Xiao Wu frowned slightly. “Those two, Kindness and Evil, are so sly. They used the wager as an excuse to go down and have fun themselves. So irresponsible. The couple they found to inherit their god positions had such tragic pasts… If it weren’t for that, they could take over your duties, and you’d have less to worry about.”
Tang San sighed. “Being a God King or Divine Realm Enforcer seems lofty, but not everyone is willing to bear such responsibilities. The Douluo Continent has grown chaotic over the past ten thousand years. Especially after that tectonic shift four thousand years ago—the continental collision not only doubled its size but introduced countless variables.”
Xiao Wu added, “That’s also when the Tang Sect started to decline. But San-ge, don’t think too much about it. In a way, the Tang Sect’s decline reflects the evolution of the times and the plane itself.”
Tang San nodded. “You’re right. Still, I can’t bear to see the Tang Sect, which I founded with my own hands, fade into obscurity. And as the Divine Realm’s enforcer, I can’t interfere in the changes of a mortal plane. Recently, though, a new star seems to have emerged on the Douluo Continent. He’s closely tied to the Tang Sect in ways I can’t fully discern. I’ve tried to glimpse his fate, but it’s shrouded in mist. I can only hope it’s for the better.”
Xiao Wu’s eyes sparkled. “If even you call him a new star, he must be extraordinary. If he could one day take your place in the Divine Realm, wouldn’t that give us time to travel and have fun?”
Tang San chuckled, lightly tapping her nose. “You! Always thinking about playing.”
As they spoke, a small head peeked out from the clouds nearby. A girl of about eleven or twelve, with large, bright eyes. She bore a striking resemblance to Tang San, though her features were softer, and her eyes were more like Xiao Wu’s.
“I keep hearing Mom and Dad talk about the Douluo Continent—it sounds so fun!” she giggled, her petite figure disappearing back into the mist.