The light and shadows within the God King Hall flickered violently.
Tang San's once aloof and superior expression had long since vanished, replaced by a deep, oppressive gloom. He stared at the half-empty altar projected before him, his chest heaving as anger churned uncontrollably within his heart.
Back when he had successfully subdued Huo Yuhao, Tang San had truly believed that the future of the Douluo Continent lay firmly within his grasp.
Yet now, Liu Yuan's repeated escapes were like a jagged blade tearing straight through his meticulously arranged plans.
"No one has ever been able to forcibly break free from the Laws of the Qiankun Love Probing Valley," Tang San said coldly, his fingers whitening as they clenched around the Sea God's Trident.
"If I cannot completely control Liu Yuan—if I cannot make him submit as I did Huo Yuhao—then he will become the most dangerous unstable variable."
At that thought, Tang San's eyes sharpened.
Without hesitation, he activated the God King Origin within his body once more.
Golden divine power surged like a raging tide, pouring down into the Qiankun Love Probing Valley of the Lower Realm, forcibly overdrawing the rule reserves of the trial ground.
"In the domain of a God King, you think you can come and go as you please?" Tang San shouted in a low voice. "Come back!"
A beam of golden light, far thicker than before, pierced through planar barriers and descended straight toward Liu Yuan and the others, who had just returned to the ruins of the Evil Demon Forest.
—
Within the Evil Demon Forest, the smoke had not yet settled.
Kong Deming and Jing Hongchen had only just set foot on solid ground when the clouds above were violently torn apart once more. The terrifying golden suction descended again without warning.
"Again?!" Jing Hongchen's pupils contracted, his voice filled with shock and fury. "Is there no end to this?!"
Kong Deming hurriedly raised his hand, attempting to erect a spatial shield—but before that Divine-Rank gravitational force, the shield shattered instantly.
Golden light swallowed everything.
In the blink of an eye, Liu Yuan and his group found themselves standing once more upon the circular altar of the Qiankun Love Probing Valley.
Not far away, Zhongli Wu still lay slumped on the floor. When he saw Liu Yuan return after having just escaped, a bizarre, stunned expression appeared in his eyes.
Tang San's cold voice descended again from the void:
"Before the judgment is complete, no one may leave. Liu Yuan—accept your fate."
Liu Yuan stood calmly at the center of the altar.
There was no panic on his face—only a faint, mocking sneer.
He glanced inward at the Escape Rope within his Sea of Consciousness. Its white glow remained steady and unwavering.
The priority of the System item far exceeded the spatial lockdown of the God Realm.
With that certainty, Tang San's threats were nothing more than noise.
"It seems you really don't understand human speech," Liu Yuan said lightly. He once again took out the long rope glowing faintly white.
"Elder Kong, stand a bit closer. Since he wants to play, I'll accompany him for a few more rounds."
With a tug.
A white hole reappeared in space.
White light flashed, and Liu Yuan and the others vanished once again.
—
In the God Realm, Tang San's expression shifted from rage to sheer disbelief.
He immediately exerted his power again, attempting a third interception.
What followed was an absurd spatial tug-of-war.
Golden light descended again and again from the God Realm.
"Come back!"
"Go."
"Get back here!"
"Go again."
Within minutes, Liu Yuan had been forcibly pulled back and escaped five consecutive times.
At last, cracks appeared in the stability of Tang San's divine power. Planar rejection began to manifest due to the excessive frequency of interference.
Yet Liu Yuan remained completely relaxed.
The Escape Rope carried no consumption limit.
Tang San, on the other hand, finally stopped.
His divine eyes burned with unprecedented irritation and frustration.
"Damn it… What exactly is that thing?" Tang San growled.
"It can actually ignore my God King authority. Before that rope, the spatial judgment of the Qiankun Love Probing Valley is meaningless."
With a surge of anger, all the lights in the God King Hall went dark.
"That thing does not belong to the Douluo Continent," Tang San said slowly, his voice cold to the bone. "Nor does it belong to any God Realm I know."
He stared at the projection of Liu Yuan—now calmly dusting himself off after returning to the Evil Demon Forest—and finally realized a bitter truth.
He was powerless.
"If I continue to force it, the planar consciousness will retaliate," Tang San said unwillingly, withdrawing his divine power. Helplessness tinged his voice—an emotion he had not felt in countless years.
"Since Liu Yuan cannot be tamed… and cannot be used… then he can only be destroyed."
Tang San's gaze shifted to the three figures still trapped within the Qiankun Love Probing Valley—Long Xiaoyao, Ye Xishui, and Zhongli Wu.
If Liu Yuan had become an uncontrollable variable, then a sharper blade had to be forged to eliminate him.
Tang San closed his eyes.
His Divine Thought instantly connected with three Third-Rank Deities under the God Realm Committee.
Moments later, three illusory divine figures appeared in the God King Hall.
"Lord Sea God, what are your orders?"
Tang San's tone was absolute.
"A severe planar deviation has occurred in the Lower Realm. I require sacrifices."
"Temporarily transfer your Third-Rank God Positions to those three mortals within the Qiankun Love Probing Valley—the cult leader, and the two Limit Douluos."
The three deities were startled.
"My Lord, the inheritance of a God Position is no small matter—especially for Evil Soul Masters…"
"This is necessary," Tang San interrupted coldly.
"It is only temporary. Once the variable is eliminated, I will compensate you—perhaps even with Second-Rank Godheads."
Under the crushing pressure of a God King, the three deities could only bow.
"We obey."
Tang San opened his eyes, darkness swirling within them.
"Liu Yuan… since you like to run, I will create three true gods to hunt you down. Let us see how long you can keep escaping."
—
Back in the Evil Demon Forest.
Liu Yuan stood amidst the ruins, Escape Rope still in hand. He waited quietly for a full three minutes.
When the golden rift in the sky failed to reappear, he finally exhaled.
"Looks like that guy finally knows when to stop," Liu Yuan sneered.
He turned toward Kong Deming and the others.
"While we still have time, we'll wipe out the Holy Spirit Cult completely. Elder Kong, Grandpa Jing—prepare for the final strike."
Without hesitation, Liu Yuan summoned Mega Rayquaza once more.
This time, with Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao gone, the thousand-meter emerald divine dragon soared freely through the skies.
Liu Yuan pointed toward the shattered entrance of the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters.
"Max Attack!"
Rayquaza's massive tail, wrapped in dark red lightning, crashed down like the wings of destruction.
The earth roared.
Mountains collapsed, caverns shattered, and the Holy Spirit Cult's stronghold—operating for thousands of years—was completely erased.
Countless Evil Soul Masters were buried beneath the collapsing crust, never to see the light of day again.
As the ley lines were severed, the forest's malignant aura rapidly withered away.
"Mission accomplished. Let's move."
Liu Yuan wasted no time. He activated flying soul tools with Kong Deming, Jing Hongchen, and the remaining Enshrined Elders, turning into streaks of light as they left the place behind.
The moment they exited the Evil Demon Forest's range, a familiar mechanical voice echoed within Liu Yuan's Sea of Consciousness.
[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for completing the mission: Destroy the Devil's Nest!]
[Mission Evaluation: Perfect. (Headquarters destroyed, safe retreat from Divine-Rank trial.)]
[Calculating rewards…]
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