The moment Tang San broke through the dimensional barrier of the Douluo Plane, he didn't relax for even a second. Without hesitation, he fled immediately, bringing Tang Wulin and Dai Yun'er with him.
The Douluo Plane was his birthplace, and he was more than familiar with the surrounding star region.
In just a short time, he had already charged out of the star domain of the Douluo Plane.
However, at this point, the situation began to spiral out of his control.
After escaping the Douluo star region, the cosmic landscape he saw was completely different from what he remembered—so much so that it could be described as "completely mismatched."
Tang San's expression changed dramatically. Even without thinking too hard, he knew—someone had done this deliberately.
And there was no need to even guess who that "someone" was.
"Go!"
With a sharp shout, Tang San exploded forward, choosing a direction and dashing away with all his might.
At his wit's end, the only thing he could think of was picking a direction and making one final, desperate attempt.
However, this last struggle ended before it even began.
From the energy core of the God Realm, a beam of light shot into the sky.
Under Di Tian's control, divine punishment descended: Celestial Tribulation Thunder, Nine Heavens Divine Lightning, the Four Extremes Thunder—countless god-slaying lightning bolts struck down from above.
Endless lightning wove together into a web that blanketed the heavens, crashing down toward Tang San, Tang Wulin, and Dai Yun'er.
"BOOM—!"
With their divine power nearly exhausted, the three had no strength to resist such divine punishment.
They fell from the sky, crashing hard onto the floating continent of the God Realm.
The overflowing immortal energy—so incompatible with them—finally helped Tang San understand where they were.
"The God Realm!"
His eyes, expression, and voice all conveyed his disbelief.
He had spent ten thousand years scheming and planning, and the most he had created was a semi-God Realm.
How could Di Tian have established a full-fledged God Realm in just a few years?!
How?!
Wasn't Di Tian spending all this time absorbing the Golden Dragon King's divine core?
Where did he find the time to create a God Realm?
Where did he get the immense energy required to forge one?
...
Countless questions flashed through Tang San's mind in an instant.
But no matter how much he questioned, it was useless now.
What's done is done. Tang San opened his mouth directly, "Di Tian."
This time, the name worked perfectly. With just a single call, Di Tian appeared.
Not just in person—behind him appeared a divine manifestation, a colossal avatar.
A super-plus version of Di Tian's divine form: the top touched the sky, the base reached the underworld.
Towering into the clouds, this divine image emanated an aura so overwhelming, it felt like it could clap its hands and crush a god.
Especially to newly-ascended gods like Tang Wulin and Dai Yun'er, who had little experience—this was nothing short of terrifying.
Their faces turned deathly pale with fear, and Tang San noticed it all.
It only made the dire situation worse.
So he spoke alone, "Di Tian, how about a wager?"
At the same time, his mind raced, rapidly piecing together a bet that hadn't yet fully formed.
After all, Di Tian held an absolute advantage and had always wanted to exploit Tang San's divine consciousness to manipulate the Douluo God Realm inside the cosmic black hole.
As long as Di Tian had even a sliver of curiosity or interest, Tang San could guide him step-by-step with a wager—perhaps turning a hopeless situation into a lifeline.
His experience told him: wagers were often magical tools that could turn the tide of despair.
They had helped him survive countless hardships and near-death encounters.
Just as Tang San awaited Di Tian's response—
"SMACK!"
A gust of wind roared past, followed by a crisp slap.
Tang San spun 360 degrees on the spot, dizzy and dazed, stars dancing before his eyes.
"You dare try to fool me in my God Realm?"
Without giving Tang San a chance to bark out more nonsense, Di Tian struck immediately.
Yes, he had originally intended to squeeze some value from Tang San's divine consciousness—maybe even from Tang Wulin—and that's why he had allowed them to flee a full star region's distance earlier.
But now, Tang San even dared bring up a wager?
Clearly, neither Tang San's divine mind nor Tang Wulin could provide any more value whatsoever.
Before Di Tian now stood three worthless people.
And those who have no value—have no right to continue existing.
The towering divine avatar—like a Buddha—brought its hands together in a gesture of prayer.
It was a slow and simple movement, yet when applied to its targets, it struck with the force of a hundred divine blows in an instant.
The speed and decisiveness of the attack left no time for Tang Wulin and Dai Yun'er to ignite their divine flames. Their divine-level bodies were smashed in, shriveled and sunken.
Their consciousnesses were locked down by one of the divine avatar's "binding techniques," turning them into living corpses—or more accurately, vegetables.
Next, Di Tian casually tossed out five more living corpses in similar condition.
They were the final-generation Seven Monsters of Shrek:
Xie Xie, Xu Xiaoyan, Le Zhengyu, Ye Xinglan, and Xu Lizhi—all suppressed by Yuanen Yehui and handed over to Di Tian.
Since the Seven Monsters were one, then they would go together—united in both life and death.
If not born on the same day, then at least they could die on the same day.
Perfectly timed—Dai Yun'er, as a descendant of the first-generation Shrek pair Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, and also a descendant of the previous generation's leader Dai Yueheng, had close ties with Tang Wulin, the last-generation leader.
Their intimate bond meant she was fully qualified to take Yuanen Yehui's place in this version of the Seven Monsters.
Voidsmithing!
Compared to before he became a god, Di Tian's crafting of divine weapons was not just skillful, but drastically more efficient in both time and space.
Previously, he needed the assistance of Living Metal to forge even basic divine weapons.
Now, he didn't need that—he could directly conjure a Void Furnace using his own space-order powers.
Previously, he required both the Seven-Colored Lotus Flame and his Black Dragon Flame—two divine fires—to forge divine weapons.
Now? Not needed.
Why go to the trouble when there were ready-made materials?
Tang San's divine consciousness was already a high-quality spiritual body, like a flame that wouldn't extinguish in wind or rain.
Perfect for forging divine artifacts.
Inside the Void Furnace, Tang San's spiritual form—already restrained by Di Tian's divine avatar—began to burn furiously.
Igniting the father's spirit to forge the son into a divine weapon—a cruel twist of fate where the old sends off the young.
In no time at all, seven divine weapons emerged simultaneously.
They gleamed with divine radiance, shining together magnificently.
The drastically shortened forging time was a clear sign of vastly enhanced strength and skill.
The divine weapons themselves were also of superior quality.
The Blue Silver Emperor, clearly a weapon, almost seemed to have a life of its own—even possessing domain-enhancing abilities.
(End of Chapter)