[Real World Audience Seats]
Watching his younger self swear an oath before the memorial hall on the Heavenly Screen, Dugu Bo—already a Titled Douluo—felt his eyes redden instantly.
His hands, which always carried a chilling aura, now gripped the armrests tightly. His knuckles turned white from the force, and he even crushed deep fingerprints into the hard armrests.
"Grandfather... Mother..."
Dugu Bo's voice was hoarse, carrying an irrepressible choke.
How many years had it been?
He had cultivated desperately, desperately sought strength, all to escape that family curse that clung to him like a disease in the bones.
But what had been the result?
He had indeed become a Titled Douluo, become the Poison Douluo feared by everyone.
But had the poison in his body been cured?
No.
Not only had it not been cured, but as his cultivation deepened, the poison had long since seeped into his marrow.
Whenever the weather turned overcast or rainy, the agonizing pain, like ten thousand ants gnawing at his heart, made him want to scrape out his own bones!
What drove him even further into Despair was that his son had died, also from the backlash of the serpent poison.
And now, this damned curse had fallen upon his only granddaughter, Dugu Yan!
"What... was the purpose of my entire life?"
Dugu Bo shut his eyes in pain as two streams of murky tears slid down his aged cheeks.
"Begging for food while sitting on a mountain of gold... helping someone count the money after they sold you..."
The title on the Heavenly Screen echoed in his mind once more, like a sharp blade stirring his brain.
If... if that title was true...
If he had truly been sitting on the antidote without knowing it, only to let his son die miserably and