Tang San Reveals: "We Are Also False Gods"—The God Kings of the God Realm Fall into Collective Self-Doubt!

Tang San said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on that line of words, while the Sea God Trident trembled slightly in his palm, as though resonating with some kind of sorrow. He recalled the path he had taken—defeating Spirit Hall, founding the Tang Sect, ascending to the God Realm, taking charge of the God Realm Committee...

Every step had been spent building an order that belonged to him.

Yet with every step, had he not also buried an "Old Day"?

To Spirit Hall, was he, Tang San, the "new age" that had ended their Golden Age?

To the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, was he, Tang San, the Heavenly Principles that had taken away its million years of cultivation?

To the dragons of old, were these later human deities...

This thought was like a bolt of black lightning, splitting apart all his pride and glory and exposing the bloody foundation beneath.

Douluo Continent.

Star Dou Great Forest, Lake of Life.

"Farewell, King of the Old World..."

Gu Yuena softly repeated those words as two streams of clear tears silently slid down her cheeks. She did not weep or scream. She simply shed tears in silence.

It was a grief that had seeped into her bones, one that even time could not wash away.

The King of the Old World... the Dragon God!

The supreme God King who had once led the dragon clan to rule the entire world!

So he had not been defeated by the God Realm's encirclement, nor had he been defeated by his own madness.

He had been defeated by a "new world."

His fall had not marked the end of a war, but the funeral of an era.

"Do you see it?" Beside her, the Dragon Prince—a silver-haired young man—trembled violently, his eyes bloodshot. Pointing at the Light Screen, at the air, and at himself, he roared, "This is the truth! These are the deities they claim to be! They aren't enforcers—they're usurpers! Thieves!"

His roar was filled with endless grievance and indignation.

The dragon clan's splendor and glory had been reduced in the history books of the "new world" to "Soul Beast unrest," defined as an evil that needed to be suppressed.

Their king had been denounced as a symbol of "madness" and "destruction."

Their existence had been reduced from the masters of the world to "resources" for human soul masters to gain power from.

This was the most thorough kind of erasure!

"Your existence is original sin!"

Tang San's earlier words now became the most vicious curse in the hearts of every dragon.

Shrek Academy.

Huo Yuhao felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head. At that moment, his emotional perception caught the intense fluctuations of countless souls coming from every direction.

There was grief and rage, confusion, fear, and upheaval.

The companions around him were likewise struck by a tremendous shock.

"The King of the Old World... does that refer to the Dragon God?" Bei Bei's voice was somewhat dry as he looked toward Tang Ya beside him.

Tang Ya's face was pale as paper. She had lived her entire life to revive the Tang Sect and take revenge on the enemies who had destroyed it. But now, she suddenly began to wonder what the "justice" she had upheld looked like in the eyes of her enemies.

"If... if the dragon clan were the original masters of this world," He Caitou swallowed hard, "then what are we humans? What are we soul masters?"

No one could answer that question.

Xu Sanshi's Black Tortoise Shell Shield automatically appeared before him, as if trying to ward off the invisible mental impact, yet the shock on his face did not lessen in the slightest.

Xiao Xiao held the Nine Phoenixes Auspicious Flute in her hand, yet she could not play a single musical note.

The education they had received since childhood, everything they believed they knew, had all developed enormous cracks at this moment.

Humans were the rulers of the world, soul masters were the continent's elite, and deities were supreme guardians.

But now, a Light Screen and a single line of text had placed all of it in question.

If the civilization they took pride in had been built atop the corpses of another civilization...

Then how were they any different from those Evil Soul Masters who launched invasions?

Heaven Dou Empire, imperial palace.

Emperor Xueye slumped on his throne, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He had always believed that imperial authority was the highest power in the world, but only now did he understand that it was merely one link in the order defined by the deities.

Even the "legitimacy" of the deities was being questioned. Did that not make his own "divine right of kings" as Human Emperor an enormous joke?

Clear Sky Sect.

The two Divine Beasts, Niu Tian and Titan, silently looked at one another.

They were Soul Beasts, and more than anyone else, they understood the circumstances faced by the Soul Beast race after the dragon clan's decline.

They had once believed it was survival of the fittest, the law of nature.

But now, it seemed that was not the law of nature.

It was the Heavenly Principles.

It was the "Heavenly Principles" that belonged to humanity.

Under these "Heavenly Principles," the very existence of Soul Beasts was "Original Sin."

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Tian beside her, who was equally stunned, and spoke bitterly. "Tian'er, we always thought wealth could buy everything in this world. But now I realize that even our 'right' to exist may have been bestowed upon us by someone else."

Before an existence capable of defining "order," what was wealth? What was power?

God Realm Committee.

Tang San slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across every God King present.

He saw Lei Xiang's confusion, A'Dai's pain, Ye Yinzhu's sorrow, and the disappearance of that trace of Zhou Weiqing's usual irreverence, replaced by a bone-deep chill.

He knew he had to say something.

As the one in charge of the God Realm Committee, as one of the representative figures of this "New Order," he could not evade it.

His voice was hoarse, yet it reached everyone's ears with exceptional clarity.

"Perhaps... we are False Gods too."

One sentence stunned them all!

The entire God Realm Committee—all the God Kings, including the Goddess of Goodness and Goddess of Evil—froze.

They could question the "Heavenly Principles." They could sympathize with the Old Days.

But they had never imagined applying the term "False God" to themselves!

This was denial!

Complete self-denial!

"Ha..." A dry laugh shattered the deathly silence. It came from Zhou Weiqing, the Heavenly Bead Master.

"HAHAHAHA!"

His laughter grew louder and louder, filled with absurdity and self-mockery.

"So after all that, we're the villains?"

Zhou Weiqing's laughter echoed through the deathly silent God Realm Committee. It was filled with absurdity and desolation, like a hammer smashing apart the last shred of self-respect held by every God King present.

We were the villains?

That question cut even deeper than Tang San's statement that "we are False Gods too." Like a poisoned thorn, it pierced the heart of every Deity, leaving them restless and causing everything they had once taken pride in to begin crumbling.

Lei Xiang clenched his fists tightly. He had fought his entire life, believing himself to be the embodiment of justice and order. Yet in the end, the order he had defended was built upon the Ruins of another civilization?