Tang Ya's Collapse: The Tang Sect Will Be Renamed the Root Organization

Looking at Tang Ya kneeling before him, trembling uncontrollably, Huo Yuhao, wearing a Tiger Mask, did not tell her to rise.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his voice carrying the weathered insight of one who had seen through the world.

"Little girl, this old man understands your doubts and the confusion in your heart."

"The Tang Sect's decline, the helplessness when the Iron Blood Sect wiped out your family, Shrek Academy's chilling indifference..."

Huo Yuhao paused. His lone scarlet eye narrowed slightly, and his tone abruptly turned icy.

"None of this was accidental."

"The root of it all is that this world is fake."

Boom!

Those words struck Tang Ya's heart like a heavy hammer.

She suddenly looked up, disbelief written all over her face. "The world... is fake? What does that mean?"

Huo Yuhao did not answer directly.

"This old man did not actually die as the ancient records of my clan described."

"At the final moment before my body collapsed, I used the last trace of Asura God power remaining within me to separate my soul from my flesh and find another path to immortality."

"Over the course of this endless life, I searched every corner of the continent and studied countless secrets of the God Realm..."

Huo Yuhao stopped and abruptly turned around, staring intently at Tang Ya.

"In the end, I discovered the truth behind everything."

"This world is like a gigantic puppet stage. And we are all chess pieces being manipulated at will!"

"Manipulated?" Tang Ya murmured.

"That's right."

Huo Yuhao sneered. "When I underwent the Asura God's trial in Slaughter City, why was I parasitized and disrupted by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King?"

"That was Rakshasa God's scheme? No, that was merely the surface."

"The truth is that Asura God deliberately allowed it in order to pass the God Position to that brat Tang San!"

Tang Ya's mouth fell open in shock.

She had never imagined that such a filthy transaction lay hidden behind her clan's legends.

"But this was only the beginning."

Huo Yuhao continued, his tone carrying a leading question.

"Little girl, based on what you know, what was the fundamental reason for the Tang Sect's decline?"

Tang Ya answered instinctively, "It... it was because Sun Moon Continent collided with Douluo Continent four thousand years ago. They brought Soul Tool technology, while the Tang Sect's hidden weapons could not keep up with the times, so..."

"Foolish!"

Huo Yuhao cut her off sharply. "Your understanding of this matter is far too shallow!"

"The essence of all this was Tang San's manipulation!"

"Impossible!" Tang Ya refuted instinctively. "Ancestor Tang San founded our Tang Sect. How could he harm it?"

"How could he?"

Huo Yuhao smiled contemptuously. "Seeing is believing."

He suddenly swept his right hand.

Sharingan ocular power erupted, constructing a Genjutsu.

The scene before Tang Ya instantly shifted.

She seemed to be standing ten thousand meters in the sky, looking down at two enormous continental plates slowly drawing closer together.

It was the scene from four thousand years ago.

Above Sea God Island, countless Title Douluo-level powerhouses were poised and ready, preparing to prevent this collision that might bring war.

At that moment.

A golden divine decree descended from the heavens.

As the image drew closer, Tang Ya clearly saw that the decree contained Sea God's will. It forcibly suppressed the actions of Sea God Island's powerhouses and ordered them—"Follow the will of heaven. Do not interfere."

"Did you see that?"

Huo Yuhao's voice echoed by her ear like a demon's whisper.

"Sun Moon Continent never needed to connect with Douluo Continent. If peace was truly the goal, Sea God Island had every ability to stop this collision."

"But Tang San stopped them."

"If Tang San had not stopped them, Soul Tool technology would never have impacted Douluo Continent. Then would the Tang Sect... still have declined because its hidden weapons fell behind?"

Looking at the Sea God Island powerhouses in the image who had stood by and watched, the faith Tang Ya had always clung to began to crumble.

Why... Why would our ancestor do this?

Immediately afterward, Huo Yuhao threw out an even more lethal question.

"Aren't you curious? Why did the Tang Sect have such a strange rule—only Blue Silver Grass soul masters could become sect master?"

Tang Ya froze. "That... that was because Patriarch Tang San's martial soul was also Blue Silver Grass..."

"You understand as well that that brat Tang San's martial soul was not Blue Silver Grass at all!"

Huo Yuhao coldly tore away that final veil. "It was the Blue Silver Emperor! The supreme emperor among plant-type martial souls!"

"And what was ordinary Blue Silver Grass? A useless martial soul!"

"How could a sect possibly avoid decline when someone with a useless martial soul was made to lead it?"

"The fundamental reason behind all this was that he wanted the Tang Sect to gradually decline until it reached the depths of destitution in our era!"

"This..."

Tang Ya once again questioned everything she knew.

She felt the values she had built over the first half of her life being shattered bit by bit.

Seeing that the time was right, Huo Yuhao revealed the final "truth."

"This entire arrangement was because Tang San wanted to seize this era's Child of Destiny."

"He needed a declining Tang Sect and a Shrek on the brink of extinction to make that Child of Destiny feel sympathy and form bonds."

"He wanted the Child of Destiny to become deeply bound to the Tang Sect and Shrek, ultimately... becoming a loyal dog of his Tang Clan!"

"And during this process, Shrek Academy naturally wanted to profit from it as well!"

Huo Yuhao pointed at Tang Ya, his tone full of pity.

"The Tang Sect has declined year after year and suffered oppression from the Iron Blood Sect, while Shrek Academy watched from right beside it. Did you think they were powerless?"

"No, they were fanning the flames!"

"Because only after the Tang Sect was completely wiped out could they justifiably take over its legacy and claim that Child of Destiny!"

This was just like what Little Yuhao said before... about the Uzumaki Clan and the Konoha Sect...

Tang Ya could not help thinking.

It was exactly the same!

Tang Ya collapsed limply onto the ground.

She thought of Beibei.

Beibei was Mu En's great-grandson... Mu En was Shrek Academy's Sea God Pavilion Master...

Could it be... Mu En's plan was to have Beibei infiltrate the Tang Sect?

Use feelings to bind me and completely seize the Tang Sect's last remaining value?

A chill of betrayal by the entire world swept through her body.

Huo Yuhao gave her no chance to catch her breath and drove in the final blade.

"The reason I say this world is fake is because, before those lofty gods, our lives and destinies can be manipulated at will!"

"Think about your parents."

"They were never meant to die. How would the mere Iron Blood Sect dare touch the Tang Sect?"

"It was all because of Tang San, and the approval and conspiracy of those hypocrites from Shrek!"

"Aah—!!!"

Tang Ya clutched her head and let out a shrill scream.

Anger, hatred, and despair erupted completely at that moment.

"That is why I founded Akatsuki."

Huo Yuhao spread his arms, his voice becoming impassioned. "For all these years, I have walked in darkness, seeking an opportunity to resist the God Realm."

"And this person is the core of my plan, the true Child of Destiny of Douluo Continent!"

As he spoke, Huo Yuhao turned sideways.

From behind a blue stone pillar, a figure slowly emerged.

He wore a black robe embroidered with Red Cloud patterns, and his face was likewise covered by a white Spiral Mask.

The white mask slowly spun away.

It revealed a delicate yet resolute face that Tang Ya knew all too well.

"L-Little Yuhao?!"

Tang Ya was so shocked that she forgot to cry. "Why is it you?!"

It was a clone Huo Yuhao had created with the Wood Clone Technique, now dressed in Akatsuki's uniform.

Clone Huo Yuhao walked up to Tang Ya, his voice low.

"Teacher Xiao Ya, I'm sorry for hiding this from you for so long."

"On the night I was about to be killed by my enemies, Lord Madara saved me. He told me all the truth and gave me the power to take revenge."

"I joined his Akatsuki as well."

The clone raised his head, black flames burning in his eyes.

"Because I also want to... break this fake world."

At that moment, Tang Ya's final psychological defense collapsed.

Huo Yuhao's personal testimony became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Even Little Yuhao was a member of Akatsuki...

Then what was I still holding on to?

The black-robed Huo Yuhao spoke at the right moment.

"Using Asura God power, I found the seed of this world's Origin God Tree."

"As long as we awaken this seed and plant the God Tree in this world."

"Then we will gain power surpassing the God Realm. Even Tang San will be nothing more than that."

"Tang Ya."

"If you join Akatsuki, I will help you wipe out the Iron Blood Sect, leaving no one alive."

"Afterward, I will grant you the power to truly become strong, so you will no longer be a pawn at others' mercy!"

Tang Ya looked at that outstretched hand, then at "Little Yuhao" beside her, whose gaze was resolute.

The corners of her lips began to rise, and her body began to tremble.

A sickly flush appeared on her cheeks.

"Ha... Hahahaha..."

Her laughter grew from low to shrill before finally turning into frenzied cackling.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

"So that's how it is... So this is the truth..."

"This world really is fake!"

"I'll join."

Tang Ya raised her head. Her once-clear eyes had become pitch-black, like bottomless abysses.

"From this day onward, there will be no more Tang Ya, sect master of the Tang Sect."

"The Tang Sect will temporarily be renamed the Root Organization."

"I will make the roots of the God Tree sink deep into this rotten continent..."

"And completely shatter this fake world!"