After returning to godhood, Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot, and his breathing grew heavy. He stared fixedly at Shen Hanyu and said in disbelief:
"Could it be..."
"That's impossible... impossible! Could you also be..."
"No... how could that be..."
Tang San seemed unable to believe it as he muttered to himself.
But the next moment, Shen Hanyu shattered his final psychological defense with a single sentence.
"Bashu, Tang Sect. I wonder if you still remember those names..."
Shen Hanyu spoke softly as he lightly squeezed Shui Bing'er's hand, her eyes brimming with curiosity.
Fragments of light in Tang San's eyes continuously transformed into scenes from his previous life. Within moments, pain, torment, and relief merged across his face, only to finally become something like resentment.
At last, his gaze returned to Shen Hanyu. Then he said in a low voice:
"Just what sect are you from? Why, when we hold no grudge against each other and are capable people of the same kind, should we have been the most suitable companions? Why did you instead stand against me as an enemy..."
Shen Hanyu slowly took a few steps forward, as though reminiscing about the days of his past life. His expression gradually settled into calmness.
"I'm different from you. The Tang Sect that raised you only existed in a few scattered passages in books in my world. Perhaps, fundamentally speaking, both of us are... and so is this world..."
Tang San could not quite understand Shen Hanyu's meaning. It felt as if a fog had wound itself around his heart, preventing him from seeing the truth, understanding his own heart, or guessing Shen Hanyu's intentions.
After a brief silence, Tang San finally said:
"Since you were willing to bring this up yourself, does that mean it is time for all