Tang San Loses His Composure, God of Wisdom
Upon hearing Huo Yuhao's merciless assessment, Tang San's face instantly darkened, turning ashen.
He abruptly raised his head, his eyes blazing with barely suppressed rage, and his voice rose several decibels. "What right do you have to say that? If I hadn't been secretly watching you, do you think the God of Destruction would have even noticed you? Would he have been willing to pass on his God Position to you?!"
The God of Destruction coldly snorted from the side, his tone unhurried but every word piercing. "Don't talk like you've made some great contribution. Even without you, I'll still keep an eye on Yuhao."
He didn't just say this to anger Tang San. Huo Yuhao held another Scepter of Destruction in his hand, and that Super Divine Tool was connected to his destiny. Even without Tang San's interference, he would have sensed Huo Yuhao's presence sooner or later.
Tang San glared at Huo Yuhao and the God of Destruction, his chest heaving slightly, his face flushed, and he was panting heavily.
His lips moved, about to retort, but he was interrupted by a clear and resolute voice.
"Alright!"
Tang Wutong shouted, her gaze fixed on Tang San's face.
Those eyes, once brimming with reverence and affection, now held no trace of pain or turmoil, replaced by a chilling calm.
"You still think you're not wrong? Since you're willing to tear your own daughter's soul apart just to fulfill your plan, then I'd rather not acknowledge this father of mine."
Upon hearing this, Tang San felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water, and he was completely stunned.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. For the first time, a look of bewilderment and helplessness appeared on his usually composed and confident face.
He seemed to have never expected his daughter to say such a thing, or to look at him with such a calm and distant gaze.
Tang Wutong didn't give him time to respond, and continued, "Your daughter is dead, and my father is dead too."
"From now on, I will no longer be called Tang Wutong."
She paused, then her voice held a resolute tone, almost as if she were experiencing a sense of relief. "My Wang Dong'er."
Tang Wutong's childhood in the Divine Realm was undoubtedly carefree, filled with luxury and adoration.
But those days, though beautiful, lacked a certain unforgettable warmth for her.
On the contrary, those stumbling years on the Douluo Continent, those days and nights fighting side by side, the trust of entrusting each other with life and death, the moments of laughter and tears, every single one of them was etched into her heart, unforgettable.
Moreover, the part of her soul that Tang San forcibly tore apart had been dormant in Jin Li's Spirit Sea for years, living in a daze and without any independent memories.
Even if the two souls eventually merge back into one, the girl named Tang Wutong from the Divine Realm is already a thing of the past.
The Wang Dong'er in the lower realm who falls down and gets back up on her own, who grits her teeth and endures pain when injured, and who loves without hesitation, is the true "original form," the most authentic version of herself.
Therefore, her statement that she would henceforth be Wang Dong'er was not only a break and severance from Tang San, but also a belated act of self-redemption.
With this name, she completely returned the "Tang Wutong" who was manipulated by her father, freeing herself from that twisted fate and living as her own person again.
After saying that, Tang Wutong —no, now she should be called Wang Dong'er —...
Wang Dong'er didn't look at Tang San again. She turned around decisively and walked out with firm steps, her back straight, without a trace of lingering or hesitation.
Xiao Wu stood there, her sorrow deepening, her eyes slightly red as she gazed at Tang San in the prison cell.
She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only giving him a deep look.
That single glance held so many complex emotions: reluctance, disappointment, heartache, helplessness...
In the end, it all turned into a silent sigh, and she turned to catch up with her daughter's departing footsteps.
The God of Destruction and Huo Yuhao quickly followed, and the passageway of the Heavenly Prison fell silent again, leaving only Tang San alone in that small cell.
His face gradually changed from astonishment to ashen, and then from ashen to ferocious, and he could no longer maintain his composure.
He began to shout and scream in a fit of rage, his voice echoing in the empty cell, filled with resentment and anger, completely losing the composure befitting God King.
Upon seeing this, the Heavenly Prison God Official at the end of the passageway expressionlessly raised his hand and activated the soundproofing array.
A layer of pale blue light silently covered the cell, completely isolating Tang San's voice.
Then everything fell silent, and no one paid any attention to him anymore.
After seeing Tang San, Wang Dong'er felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and she felt much lighter.
All the pent-up grievances, anger, and resentment in her heart poured out completely with that one sentence, "My Wang Dong'er."
Her eyes were no longer dim, and her every move had regained some of its former vitality.
Although a trace of fatigue still lingered between her brows, the gloom that had enveloped her had largely dissipated.
On the contrary, Xiao Wu suffered a series of blows, including her husband's imprisonment, her daughter's soul being torn apart, and her family falling apart. Even though she was in the Divine Realm, she couldn't withstand the exhaustion and fell ill.
She lay on her bed all day, her face pale and her expression weary. Wang Dong'er stayed by her mother's side almost every step of the way, taking meticulous care of her, as if she wanted to make up for the time she had missed.
Before officially embarking on the work of expanding the Divine Realm, Huo Yuhao did not forget the promise he had made.
The Spirit Soul within his Spirit Sea have now all regained their freedom.
Like Da Ming and Er Ming ten thousand years ago, they attained the cultivation of God Official, thus enabling them to live forever in the Divine Realm.
However, Huo Yuhao felt that his teacher, Electrolux, was not worthy of the position of a mere God Official, given his talent and profound knowledge.
That wise man, who once stood at the pinnacle of Magic in a world and single-handedly pioneered the Soul Spirit System, deserves a broader platform.
Without hesitation, Huo Yuhao went straight to the God of Destruction and brought up the matter.
Although the God of Destruction has relinquished his God Position, he remains the universally recognized leader of the gods in the Divine Realm after Tang San's downfall, and many matters can be decided with just a word from him.
After hearing Huo Yuhao's purpose, his gaze fell on Electrolux, and he looked him up and down. His eyes revealed undisguised admiration as he smiled and said, "The Soul Spirit System on the Douluo Continent is indeed amazing, and your mastery of Magic is truly breathtaking. Even in the Divine Realm, you would not be inferior."
Upon hearing this, Electrolux bowed slightly, his expression humble. "Senior, you flatter me. It was nothing more than a few minor tricks; I dare not accept such high praise."
The God of Destruction waved his hand and laughed, "Excessive humility is just pride."
He then turned to Huo Yuhao, his tone becoming more serious. "I know your qualifications as a teacher. It's quite a coincidence that I happen to have a God Position that's very suitable for him."
Huo Yuhao's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "What kind of God Position is it?"
A hint of reminiscence flashed in the eyes of the God of Destruction, as if recalling something from long ago. After a moment, he slowly spoke, "The God Position of the God of Wisdom, Primary Deity."
(There are only about twenty chapters left until the end. My new book, "Douluo Peerless: The Death God Envoy is My Uncle," has been released. You can check it out if you're interested.)