"As for bringing disaster upon the entire Douluo Continent? That is even more absurd nonsense!"
Tang San argued loudly and passionately, as if he had suffered the greatest injustice in the world.
"Why did Dad spare no expense of Divine Power to guide the Abyss Plane closer to Douluo Star? Wasn't it all for you?!"
"I wanted to devour the Abyss, use its Origin Power to raise the level of the Douluo Star Plane, allow this world to bear greater power, and give you a broader stage in the future!"
"Isn't that a great undertaking that will benefit generations to come?!"
Everything he had done, even the acts misunderstood and scorned by the world, had ultimately been motivated by Tang Wulin's future.
He painted a magnificent blueprint: a Douluo Star Plane elevated to a higher level, and a more powerful God Realm inherited by his own son.
For that goal, he had been willing to bear every curse and shoulder every sin.
This fatherly love was deep and domineering, even carrying a trace of self-moved tragedy.
Yet Tang Wulin's betrayal had undoubtedly plunged the cruelest blade into that heart so full of sacrifice.
"But what about you, Wulin?!"
Tang San's voice carried a choked sob and a chill of incomprehension.
"You are my own flesh and blood. Why did you have to stand with outsiders against your own father?"
"Just a few years ago, Old Tang, the Spiritual Sense I left behind to protect you, was still inside you. Yet you agreed to let Lu Jun personally drive Dad out of your body!"
His words were filled with grievance and confusion.
"All this time, the one secretly protecting you and planning for your future was me, your father—not that Lu Jun of unknown origins!"
"Everything I did, every single thing,