God King Tang San

Nuoding City, Holy Soul Village.

On a small hill behind Holy Soul Village, a six-year-old child was sitting cross-legged, practicing his cultivation. Despite his young age, he practiced with a practiced air, giving the impression that he was well-versed in these techniques.

However, his cultivation did not seem to be going very smoothly; sweat soon beaded on his forehead. He muttered, "As expected, it is the same as my previous life. It seems I must wait until my martial soul awakens before I can continue practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill."

Then, he took out a small hammer he had stolen from home and shouted, "Clear Sky Nine Absolutes!" He began hammering away at the ground with the small hammer—left, right, up, down—with a posture that suggested he would say "Careful, I'll hammer you" at the slightest provocation, quite reminiscent of a master of the hammer.

"Chaotic Cloak!"

The small hammer spun rapidly in his hands, kicking up all the dust on the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough."

He had used too much force, and the boy ended up with a face full of dust.

"Great Sumeru Hammer!"

The boy took out a larger hammer; needless to say, this too had been stolen from home.

He leaped into mid-air, raised the large hammer, and smashed it fiercely into the ground.

The ground was instantly cratered, and dust billowed into the sky, enveloping him. The momentum was far greater than the previous strike.

As the old saying goes: a big hammer costs eighty, a small hammer costs forty; the big hammer truly is more effective than the small one.

When the dust settled, the appearance of this six-year-old boy was finally revealed.

He had black hair, messy as a bird's nest, a flat face, and a pair of pig-like eyes with blue irises inside. His complexion was sallow, and his body was thin and small, clearly showing signs of long-term malnutrition. His appearance was extremely ordinary, the kind that would be impossible to pick out in a crowd. Though he was calculating and bitter at heart, he hid it well.

Indeed, this person was Tang San, a reincarnator.

However, the difference was that he was the reincarnation of the Tang San who would later become the God King.

But the great God King Tang was feeling quite depressed. By the time he attained godhood, he had already eradicated the greatest evil force on the Douluo Continent—Martial Soul Hall.

When he ascended to the God Realm, he left behind Shrek Academy on the Douluo Continent, which became the backbone of the resistance against evil soul masters.

During his tenure as God King, he greatly promoted the communication and progress between humans and soul beasts, and he even arranged for his own biological son to mate with a soul beast, while helping the soul beast clan purge a large number of black sheep.

Furthermore, while serving as God King, he deeply felt the hypocrisy, selfishness, and greed of the gods in the heavens. Therefore, in order to ensure fairness and justice in the God Realm and to promote the God Realm from one success to another, from one glory to another, I, God King Tang San, upheld the principle of appointing the capable without avoiding relatives, allowing my own family members to hold various positions in the God Realm.

Although it was bitter and tiring, I, God King Tang San, always taught them: you are the family of the God King, and as the family of the God King, you should be prepared to endure hardship and fatigue.

I, the Asura God and Sea God, dual-god in one, the pure and noble God King Tang San, have made so many contributions.

Why must I be reincarnated once more?

Perhaps the people on the Douluo Continent are living too miserably, and the heavens have a heart of mercy, so they decided to let me come and save them once again.

The people have suffered under Martial Soul Hall for too long!

In my previous life, I, Tang San, was able to topple Martial Soul Hall. In this life, Martial Soul Hall is nothing more than a pack of stray dogs.

It is only my Xiao Wu.

Alas, there is no other way; I can only let my Xiao Wu suffer a little longer.

Goodbye, my love.

Resurrect, my love.

And my brother-in-law, the Sky Azure Bull Python Daming, and my brother-in-law, the Titan Giant Ape Erming.

Rest assured, after you sacrifice yourselves to me, I will resurrect you.

Already a god while in the mountain village, Drifting like duckweed on the river, I sigh in vain.

If one day I fulfill my soaring ambition, All will praise Tang San as a true man.

In this life, I, Tang San, have returned!

"Little San, what kind of nonsense are you spouting over there?"

The great God King Tang turned his head and saw Old Jack, the village head of Holy Soul Village.

You old fool Jack, you dare say I am spouting nonsense? You have already invited your own death.

That was what Tang San thought, but he could not say it aloud. He immediately put on a respectful expression and said, "Grandpa Jack, it's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

"By the way, Grandpa Jack, why are you here?"

"Little San, do you know why our village is called Holy Soul Village?"

Isn't it because a Soul Saint came from here?

But Tang San still played along and asked, "Why is that, Grandpa Jack?"

"That is because a Soul Saint once walked out of our village. That is why our village is named Holy Soul."

As he spoke, Old Jack couldn't help but puff out his chest and continued, "It is precisely because of the favor of this Soul Saint that our village is able to occupy a quota for a work-study student. You must know that in other villages, it takes two villages to have a single quota."

After Old Jack finished speaking, a look of pride could not help but appear on his face.

But our Great God King Tang felt nothing but disdain.

A Soul Saint? Hmph, for a God King like me, Tang San, reaching Title Douluo is as easy as lifting a hand. Let alone a mere Soul Saint.

However, the Great God King Tang still had to play along with Old Jack, because after all, he still had to rely on Old Jack's support for now.

"Grandpa Jack, what is a Soul Saint? Are they very powerful?"

"Of course! Soul Masters are the most noble profession on the continent, and that goes double for a Soul Saint."

"So, Little San, tomorrow Master Su Yuntao from the Martial Soul Hall is coming to our Holy Soul Village to conduct the martial soul awakening. I will take you to participate tomorrow, so you must be sure to go. Who knows, you might just become a Soul Master."

But what was our Great God King Tang thinking?

Su Yuntao, that guy from my previous life who called my Blue Silver Grass a trash martial soul, you have already invited your own death.

Still, I must go to the martial soul awakening; let that guy Su Yuntao feel the shock of Innate Full Soul Power once again.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Jack, I will definitely go."

"It's just that, my father he..." As he spoke, Tang San lowered his head.

What was Tang Hao like at this point in time?

Naturally, he was immersed in the pain of losing his wife, unable to extricate himself, drowning his sorrows in alcohol all day long.

Six years of life and death, vast and distant.

Never thinking of it.

Yet impossible to forget.

A lonely grave a thousand miles away, nowhere to speak of the desolation.

My Ah Yin, where are you?

Those who know, know.

"Hmph." Hearing Tang San mention his father, Old Jack's anger flared up. Such a grown man, yet he let a child like Little San do the laundry, cook, and wait on him hand and foot every single day.

"Don't worry, Little San, I will go and speak to him myself."

"After all, I, Old Jack, am the dignified village chief of Holy Soul Village. In this village, in every aspect and every corner, everyone still gives me a bit of face."

As he spoke, Old Jack took Tang San's hand and walked toward Tang San's house.