"God of Lust, are you ready for everything I asked you to prepare?"

The deep voice of the God of Destruction seemed to come from the abyss, carrying an invisible pressure, echoing in the hall.

The god of lust covered his mouth and chuckled, looking very charming. His eyes moved around, as if he could arouse the most primitive desires in people's hearts.

"My Lord, how dare I neglect what you have told me to do?"

Her delicate voice seemed to carry a sweet fragrance that made people's hearts sway.

"I have prepared the things, but it is not easy to condense them. Even I have consumed a lot of divine power."

As she spoke, she deliberately puffed out her plump chest, as if hinting at something.

The God of Destruction frowned slightly and said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, where are the things?"

The God of Lust was not angry, and still smiled as he took out a delicate and small pink jade bottle from her unfathomable bosom.

The jade bottle was crystal clear, and you could vaguely see the pink liquid inside, which exuded an enticing fragrance.

"My Lord, look, this is it."

The God of Lust gently placed the jade bottle in the hand of the God of Destruction. His slender fingers stroked the back of his hand intentionally or unintentionally, causing a tingling sensation.

"I spent a huge amount of money to refine this thing. No one can resist its power, not even you, my Lord."

The God of Destruction glanced at her coldly and ignored her provocation, only carefully examining the jade bottle in his hand.

"This thing is not harmful to the body, right?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Of course not, Master. Don't worry." The God of Lust smiled softly with his hands covering his mouth. "These are just some aphrodisiac drugs. They will only make those who take them more..."

She deliberately prolonged her voice, her eyes seductive, as if she had seen the scene after the God of Destruction used the drug.

The God of Destruction ignored her, put away the jade bottle and fell into deep thought.

"Xiaolu, Xiaolu, you are right. Only our children can fully inherit our power."

"When he grows up and inherits our throne, what does a mere sea god mean to him?"

"My Lord..." The God of Lust seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he had something to say.

The God of Destruction glanced at her impatiently and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

The God of Lust licked his lips, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, "My Lord, you also know that condensing this medicine has consumed a lot of my faith power..."

"Do you think it's possible..." She didn't continue, but the meaning was self-evident.

The God of Destruction was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something.

"How about this," he finally said, "I'll allocate one of my subordinate planes to you."

"Thank you, my lord!" The God of Lust was overjoyed and quickly knelt down to express his gratitude.

When the other gods saw this, they all showed envy in their eyes.

The plane managed by the God of Destruction is not comparable to those first-level gods like them. Not only is the plane huge, but the power is also extremely strong.

If the God of Lust obtains such a plane, he will probably be able to not only make up for the consumed power of faith in a short period of time, but also improve his strength.

How can this not be enviable. "My Lord, do you think we should start this matter?"

A short god, hunched over, emerged from the shadows, his eyes flashing with a faint green light, as if hiding countless vicious schemes.

He stuck out his long tongue and licked his cracked lips slowly, making a creepy sound.

"No hurry, I have other plans, so let's put that matter on hold for now."

The God of Destruction waved his hand impatiently, his cold gaze still fixed on the pink bottle in his hand.

He rubbed the bottle with his rough thumb, and his knuckles made a crackling sound.

"However, you can prepare all the preliminary work, and then..."

The voice of the God of Destruction was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell, making people shudder.

"Yes, my lord." Eight gods stood up at the same time. They were of different heights, weights and bodies, but without exception, they all exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

They saluted the God of Destruction respectfully in unison, like a well-trained army.

At this moment, a circle of light lights up behind each of them, either dark or bright, but the halo contains seven circles, layer upon layer, and gradually changes in the color of its own halo. The further inward, the darker the color. shallow.

The seven-ring halo represents their status as first-level gods!

The God of Destruction slowly stood up, his tall and burly body seemed like an insurmountable mountain.

There was also a circle of light behind him. Compared with the first-level gods below, the halo behind him was much larger, containing nine rings, symbolizing the terrifying power of destruction.

A strong aura of destruction emanated from him, causing all the gods present to feel palpitations.

His dark red eyes looked into the distance, the light in his eyes changed, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

At this moment, suddenly, a ray of azure light tore through the darkness at the top of the hall and appeared above everyone's heads without warning.

The light was so dazzling that it seemed like a star that suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire hall.

The moment the light appeared, the eight gods hidden in the darkness in the hall were slightly shaken. They all raised their heads at the same time and looked at the sudden light, revealing different emotions:
There was surprise, confusion, and deep fear.

The red light in the God of Destruction's eyes condensed slightly. He put down the pink bottle in his hand, turned around, and faced the dazzling blue light.

"The God of Destruction."

A clear and pleasant voice sounded, echoing in the hall, dispelling the originally oppressive atmosphere.

There was a hint of majesty in that voice, yet it made people feel like a spring breeze, forming a sharp contrast with the cold voice of the God of Destruction.

The God of Destruction said coldly: "What do you think, Sea God?"

His tone was full of undisguised hostility, as if he was going to fight if they disagreed.

Tang San's voice came out from the blue light.
"Regarding yesterday's incident, I thought about it carefully afterwards, and it is not completely impossible. My premonition is that it will probably appear within a year. If there is no movement within a year, I will follow the will of the God of Destruction and expand the God Realm. How about that?"

After hearing his words, the God of Destruction was stunned for a moment. After a brief silence, he said in a deep voice: "Okay."

"That's very good." Tang San's gentle voice still echoed in the hall. The next moment, the blue light converged and disappeared without a trace.

The God of Destruction subconsciously clenched his fists. This is the power that controls the center of the God Realm. No matter what level of god he is, as long as the God King wants to communicate with him, he can be contacted immediately.

"My lord, since the Sea God has said so, why don't we..." The god who was hiding in heavy armor at the first position on the left said in a deep voice.

"Shut up." The will of the God of Destruction suddenly became stronger.

"Is he demonstrating to me that he is the master of the divine world? Who knows what other ideas he will have in a year? Everything is proceeding according to the original plan. This opportunity is rare and cannot be missed." Opportunity? What exactly is an opportunity?
Even the eight first-level gods below are not clear about it.

However, none of them dared to go against the will of the God of Destruction.

"Poseidon is always like this. I won't be fooled by you this time."

'The Sea God has outdated ideas and is not suitable to be the master of this divine world. Only I, or... can lead the divine world to become stronger.'

The God of Destruction tightly grasped the small pink bottle in his hand, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Douluo Continent.

Moon Hotel.

In the divine space.

Han Yu stood in front of the Titan's huge corpse, his eyes sweeping over the dazzling golden soul rings and the soul bones emitting a powerful aura. His brows furrowed slightly, feeling a bit tricky.

Wang Dong'er was tied up tightly with thick ropes and thrown into a corner.

There were red marks on her fair arms, her body twisted restlessly, and angry curses kept coming out of her mouth:
"Han Yu, you despicable villain! You killed my second father, my first father will never let you go! If you know what's good for you, just let me go!"

Hearing Wang Dong'er's shouting, Han Yu's lips curled up in a playful arc. He turned around and walked slowly to Wang Dong'er, looking down at her with a bit of sarcasm in his tone:

"Oh? Are you counting on your big daddy who left you to escape alone?"

Wang Dong'er was stunned for a moment, and a trace of uneasiness surged in her heart, but she quickly retorted:
"You're talking nonsense! My big daddy will never abandon me!"

"Really?" A hint of teasing flashed in Han Yu's eyes.
"Then do you think, with your father's strength, if he is still here, will he watch you being captured by me?"

"This..." Wang Dong'er was speechless. Yes, if her father had the ability, he would have defeated Han Yu and rescued her long ago. Why would he let herself suffer humiliation here? When she thought of this, the hope in her heart gradually dissipated.

"You don't have to have any more illusions."

Han Yu squatted down, looked Wang Dong'er straight in the eye, and said word by word,

"This place is no longer on Douluo Continent. No one can find it except me, let alone your father."

"No...impossible!"

Wang Dong'er widened her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.
"How could you possibly do that? Creating a space out of nothing, that's something only God can do!"

Han Yu looked at Wang Dong'er's excitement and chuckled as if he had heard a funny joke:
"God? Do you think I am a god?"

Wang Dong'er was speechless for a moment. She looked at Han Yu carefully, trying to find a flaw in his face. Although Han Yu was powerful, he didn't look like a being with divine power.

"So where on earth have you brought me?"

Wang Dong'er suppressed her inner anxiety and asked.

Han Yu did not answer her question, but pointed at Titan's body and asked:

"You said he was your second father, so can you explain what's going on with his spirit rings and spirit bones? Or..." Han Yu paused deliberately, his tone becoming playful.

"Actually, you are also a soul beast incarnated, so you have the appearance of a human?"

"You are talking nonsense!" Wang Dong'er was immediately filled with shame and anger.

"How could I be a soul beast? My parents are both human, and I was just adopted by my big dad and second dad!"

Han Yu smiled without comment, he pulled out a sharp knife from his waist and gently placed it on Wang Dong'er's fair neck.

The chill of the blade instantly spread throughout Wang Dong'er's body; she could even feel the stinging pain of the tip of the blade scratching her skin.

"You...what do you want to do..." Wang Dong'er's voice began to tremble. She tried to remain calm, but could not hide the fear in her eyes.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just very interested in whether you are a soul beast."

As Han Yu spoke, he exerted a little force with his hand, and the blade left a shallow blood mark on Wang Donger's skin.

"Ah!" Wang Dong'er couldn't help but scream. She felt warm blood flowing down her neck, and the fear overwhelmed her like a tide.

"Stop, I...I really don't know what you are talking about..." Wang Dong'er's voice became stammering. She had never felt so scared.

To be honest, Wang Dong'er was also confused about the fact that Titan would drop soul rings and soul bones.

The eldest and second fathers are obviously human beings, how could they be soul beasts?

What surprised her even more was that the spirit ring that her second father exploded was actually golden.

As we all know, soul rings come in white, yellow, black and red.

What is this golden soul ring? She has never heard of it.

However, she had heard teachers at Shrek Academy say that the spirit rings of gods were golden.

But how is this possible?
Could it be that her eldest and second fathers are both gods?

"Forget it, I just want to scare you." Han Yu curled his lips, glanced at Wang Dong'er who was about to cry, felt bored, and then looked at the soul ring in front of him again.

Maybe because Titan was a priest, after his death, his soul ring did not dissipate as quickly as those of ordinary soul beasts.

Half a day has passed now, and I still have plenty of energy.

"This is not a solution. We need to find a way to preserve this spirit ring."

'Otherwise it would be a waste.'

Han Yu's mind moved, and he took out a soul guide device that looked like a tray. This was the Conferred God Platform that he developed himself.

Combined with some of my own ideas, it can serve as a carrier for the seal.

Although the soul ring in front of him was golden, it just had a lot of energy, so there shouldn't be any problem sealing it.

He made a strange hand gesture, a Bagua pattern appeared on Han Yu's brow, and he said in a low voice:
"Immortal Technique - Eight Diagrams Seal!"

The black and white colors suddenly emerged and transformed into a two-colored giant dragon from under Han Yu's feet, pouncing towards the golden soul ring.

Sensing the black and white dragon rushing towards it, the golden soul ring suddenly shone brightly, as if it wanted to struggle.

But, it is just a soul ring after all.

The powerful sealing force continued to pull at the golden soul ring, and after a moment of stalemate, it finally could not resist the Bagua seal blessed by the immortal magic.

The black and white dragon swallowed the golden soul ring in one gulp, and then its entire body sank into the Conferred God Platform.

In an instant, the Conferred God Platform shone brightly, and after a long while, the light gradually dimmed.

Seal Success! (End of this Chapter)