The Reborn Tang God King

Heaven Dou Empire, Fasno Province, Sacred Soul Village.

At this moment, the pale light of dawn had only just appeared on the horizon. On a small hill behind Sacred Soul Village, a youth in plain clothes sat on a rock, staring blankly into the distance at the Blue Silver Grass.

This boy was Tang San—or rather, the reborn Tang God King from tens of thousands of years in the future.

Back then, he and Huo Yuhao had been swept into the Time-Space Turbulence. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to infancy once more.

"Ah, what kind of nonsense is this? I'd only just taken control of the entire God Realm, and I got sucked straight into the Time-Space Turbulence. Everything has to start over again. This is way too hard... I really don't want to be reborn!"

Tang San could not help recalling the glorious moments of his previous life. With his unparalleled wisdom and careful schemes laid out step by step, he had finally brought down the equally brilliant God of Destruction.

After defeating the God of Destruction, he immediately brought small gifts to pay his respects to the other Law Enforcers. In the end, after everyone's unanimous discussion, he was entrusted with control over the entire God Realm's core.

To be honest, Tang San had felt that his qualifications were insufficient and that he was not fit to control the entire God Realm. He had originally wanted to decline, but a group of dragons could not go a day without a leader. In order to keep the God Realm functioning normally, Tang San could only accept the responsibility in a time of crisis and shoulder this heavy burden.

Yet he had never imagined that just after stabilizing the God Realm's situation, he would encounter the terrifying Time-Space Turbulence.

Seeing that the Time-Space Turbulence was about to sweep across the entire God Realm, Tang San had no choice but to pull his good son-in-law, Huo Yuhao, into resisting it alongside him.

However, before a disaster engulfing the entire God Realm, the strength of the two of them was still far too insignificant. They were swept directly into the Time-Space Turbulence.

Just as Tang San continued pondering, Tang Hao's booming voice suddenly came from the house at the foot of the hill.

"Little San, where the hell are you? Get back here and cook for me!"

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San immediately got to his feet, patted the dirt off his buttocks, and ran down the mountain in his worn cloth shoes.

His father was calling for him!

After opening the door, Tang San immediately saw a slovenly man, drunk out of his mind, lying on the bed.

This man was Tang Hao, who had been relentlessly pursued by Qian Daoliu six years ago and had nearly lost his life.

The reborn Tang San naturally knew that his father had once been the incomparably glorious Clear Sky Douluo. It was only because of Spirit Hall that he had become what he was today.

Tang San clenched his fists, his eyes filled with heartache as he looked at his father lying on the bed. He thought to himself, Damn Spirit Hall. It's all because of you that my father became like this! Spirit Hall, you have earned your death!

Then Tang San immediately leaned closer. Completely unfazed by Tang Hao's stench and overpowering smell of alcohol, he tightly hugged him, letting the mingled odors drift into his nose.

"Ah, this is Father's scent~"

Honestly, Tang San truly was a good son. He was exceptionally good at being one. If Douluo Continent held an election for model sons, countless people would surely vote for Tang San.

After comforting his father, Tang San immediately scooped out a small spoonful of rice, added water, put it into the pot, and began cooking it over high heat.

However, after Tang San went to cook, Tang Hao's eyes suddenly opened. He looked at Tang San in the distance with a complicated gaze.

In truth, Tang Hao had long known that his son was probably not ordinary. One could even say that the soul within him was not truly his son's.

After all, whose son was born with strange cultivation methods and martial arts? Whose son could support both himself and his father at one or two years old?

As early as six years ago, Tang Hao had noticed something unusual about his son. Those eyes, filled with the weariness and stories of countless years, were simply not something an infant could possess.

As a Title Douluo-level strong person, Tang Hao naturally knew far more than ordinary people. He secretly suspected that his son might have been possessed by some other fellow.

From then on, Tang Hao had continuously watched Tang San's changes.

Tang San's rate of growth was also beyond anything normal people could comprehend. Before he was even one year old, he had already become remarkably mature.

Not only had he learned every language, but even some of his instinctive expressions resembled those of an old monster who had lived for countless ages. He was probably even older than Tang Hao himself.

After confirming this, Tang Hao had nearly choked to death from anger. Sometimes, he had even wanted to pick up his hammer and smash Tang San to death.

But in the end, he could not bear to do it. After all, the child before him carried the bloodline of both him and Ah Yin.

Naturally, the Tang God King had no idea that his father had nearly smashed him to death. Instead, he became even more immersed in that hammer-like fatherly love, even feeling smug about being more mature in this life.

From then on, Tang Hao completely stopped caring about Tang San. In any case, he was an old monster who could not possibly starve himself to death, so Tang Hao simply let him be.

Sometimes, Tang Hao would even deliberately make things difficult for Tang San. For example, after getting drunk, he would hang him up and beat him, occasionally kick him a few times, and curse at him.

Yet Tang San actually enjoyed this series of actions from Tang Hao, as though he genuinely liked Tang Hao treating him that way.

This made Tang Hao shudder inwardly, further confirming that the other party was definitely an old monster—and a pervert at that.

After all, any normal person, even one's own biological son, would have a stress reaction when deliberately mistreated and accused. They would develop feelings of disgust toward the one doing it.

But Tang San really was different from others. The more Tang Hao beat him, the more delighted he became.

Yet for some reason, as he spent more and more time with Tang San, Tang Hao would always subconsciously overlook the matter of Tang San's soul and focus more on Tang San's bloodline.

Whenever Tang Hao closed his eyes, a voice would constantly brainwash him in his mind: Tang San is your biological son. He carries the bloodline of you and Ah Yin. He is your biological son.

And after Tang San's Martial Soul awakened, Tang Hao completely let go of his misgivings toward Tang San.

Even Tang Hao found this complete release of doubt inexplicable. From that moment onward, he no longer had any negative thoughts about Tang San.

Instead, the more he looked at Tang San, the more pleasing he found him. After all, he was his biological son—smart from a young age, sensible, and highly talented. Having such a son was a blessing earned over nine lifetimes!

And he had actually doubted his own biological son before. I truly deserve to die!

Moreover, ever since Tang San's Martial Soul awakened, Tang Hao had thought of many things.

His son was so talented that he might not be unable to reach Qian Daoliu's level in the future. He himself might have no hope of revenge in this lifetime, but his son Tang San possessed peerless demeanor!

Perhaps his son Tang San could truly avenge him. Spirit Hall, just wait. I will definitely return for revenge!