What neither Bo Saixi nor even Sea God Poseidon had ever imagined—
Was that in this gathering and circulating the faith of the Sea God across the island, had inadvertently created a convergence point.
And within that convergence,a shadow of another existence had appeared.
It was a figure standing beyond the layers of reality, gazing down upon Sea God Island as though observing ripples on the surface of water.
The shadow possessed dark blue hair, long and flowing. His presence carried a divine aura so restrained that even gods would overlook.
He was—Tang San.
Not the Tang San of this world, but the Tang San who had already ascended beyond five-dimensional existence, standing at a height where time, causality, and fate were no longer absolute.
Tang San watched quietly, before slowly raising his hands, fingers brushing through invisible strands of fate that twisted and recoiled around him.
His voice was no more than a whisper.
"The fate of this world… is far more mysterious than the parallel worlds I have observed and manipulated."
His gaze deepened.
"Even now, I am unable to influence it freely."
In other worlds, fate was like flowing water—predictable, pliable.
But here—It was resisting all external interference.
Tang San's lips curved faintly.
"Fortunately… I managed to transmit some memories to the Tang San of this world."
"And according to my calculations…"
"I have already arranged an Immortal Herb of Vitality, perfectly compatible with Blue Silver Grass."
"After returning from the third soul ring hunt… he will inevitably encounter it."
With a forced inevitability, imposed at the narrow edge where even this world's fate could still be nudged.
Tang San's expression turned cautious.
"If Asura God were not watching this world's Tang San so closely…"
"I would have already descended into his spiritual sea and guided him directly."
His eyes narrowed slightly. A flicker of cold light passed through them.
"But that would trigger a direct confrontation."
Tang San exhaled slowly.
Then— His eyes sharpened.
"Poseidon's actions… were unexpected."
He observed the fading divine ripples left behind by the Sea God.
"Retrieving a divine artifact used for inheritance selection at this moment…"
"That means something has disrupted his original calculations."
"And the Tang San of this universe… is still too weak."
A hint of disappointment surfaced.
Slowly, Tang San raised his hand.
A thread of deep blue divine energy, purer than ocean currents and quieter than thought itself, flowed from his fingertips.
It passed through layers of space and gently overlapped with Bo Saixi's existence.
"This should be enough."
Tang San withdrew his hand as his gaze turned distant.
"But even so…"
"It feels as though there is an existence....."
His surroundings seemed to distort subtly, as though the universe itself reacted to his words.
"An existence that has seized absolute control over fate."
"Locking every other being away from it."
His fingers clenched slowly.
"If such a being truly exists in this world…"
"Then they are far more terrifying than any god I have encountered."
"Even more powerful than the former ruler of the God Realm…"
"The Dragon God."
For the first time—True caution appeared in Tang San's eyes as he felt someone's gaze.
The locked fate of the world remained utterly silent.
As though something—or someone—was watching silently.
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Breaking Clan
After the Clear Sky Clan entered complete seclusion, the protection it gave to the four subsidiary clans collapsed almost overnight.
Without the shadow of the Clear Sky Hammer looming above them, the subsidiary clans became exposed prey.
And Spirit Hall, having suppressed its anger, finally found an outlet.
While open extermination did not occur—doing so would invite unnecessary scrutiny to Spirit Hall's image—the pressure was relentless, precise, and cruel.
Among the four clans, the Breaking Clan fared the best.
The reason was simple. Yang Wudi, their patriarch, was not only a high-level Soul Master but also a rare alchemist.
His pills circulated in the market because of their good quality—healing elixirs, detoxifying powders, vitality restoratives. Though Spirit Hall attempted to limit his reach, they could not entirely block the demand.
Because of this, the Breaking Clan avoided starvation, but only barely.
A single glance at the clan compound told the truth.
The walls were old, repaired more than rebuilt. After all, with Spirit Hall's influence growing day by day, even without direct suppression, existence itself became a struggle.
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Clan Main Hall
Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was tense.
Yang Wudi stood upright, his back straight, his eyes blazing with barely restrained fury as he stared at the young man seated calmly before him.
It was Jiang Mo, who had grown to be a handsome young man. He tilted his head slightly, his expression relaxed, almost curious.
"I don't recall ever offending you, Patriarch Yang Wudi."
Yang Wudi let out a cold snort.
"I simply dislike anyone from Spirit Hall."
Jiang Mo chuckled softly, unfazed.
"That's understandable."
His gaze swept lazily across the hall—its simple furnishings, its lack of luxury.
"After all… judging from your current condition…"
Yang Wudi's aura surged instantly.
Before he could speak—
A clear, sharp voice rang out from outside the hall.
"None of the Soul Masters here are strong."
The voice belonged to Tian Yue
Jiang Mo smiled helplessly.
"A misunderstanding, I assure you."
But Yang Wudi's fury finally erupted.
His eyes blazed as he slammed his palm onto the armrest.
"Do you think you can disrespect the Breaking Clan like this, boy?"
His aura rose, sharp and unyielding.
"We can break…" "But we will never bend."
Yang Wudi stood up.
His figure, though aged, radiated an indomitable will forged through decades of pressure and survival.
"I want to test the mettle of the so-called strongest young Soul Master of this era."
Jiang Mo stood as well, shaking his head gently.
"I'm afraid you've misunderstood."
A faint, knowing smile appeared on his lips.
"I am not the strongest, in the young generation."
(Author notes: The time difference between God's Realm and Douluo realm is present , so what might have been a few hours in God's realm are months in Douluo Dalu. So when Bo Saixi received the news from Posiedon , Qian Renxue was somewhere else. I am going to pick this timepoint again in future chapter. This conversation in Breaking Clan is taking place in the time period before Posiedon's oracle on Sea God island)
(Hint: The existence mentioned who has total control over fate, is Qian Renxue's protector)