The Truth of That Year

"Tang San, are you really my Xiao San?"

Tang Hao could almost cry but had no tears. The secret he had buried in his heart for so long was being ripped out by the Heavenly Curtain like this.

Moreover, for all these years, Tang Hao had been unwilling to believe this truth, using lie after lie to fool himself.

Every day, he drowned himself in alcohol, numbing his mind just to avoid thinking about the matter of his "son" Tang San.

As a Titled Douluo, how could he fail to notice Tang San's abnormalities?

After all, whose child would, before even developing intelligence, run up the mountain every day to stare at the sun and play, even possessing a bunch of strange techniques with unpronounceable names?

Tang San had grown up right under his nose since birth. Tang Hao was certain—no one had ever taught Tang San any of these things.

Tang Hao began to doubt whether this son of his was even his own flesh and blood.

It was after gradually sensing Tang San's oddities that Tang Hao started to slack off in life.

Every day, he bossed around this son who might not be his biological child, making him cook for himself and do his own chores.

But all of this changed when Tang San awakened his Martial Soul at age six. Tang Hao discovered that Tang San was actually a genius with Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power.

This reignited the flame of hope in Tang Hao's deadened heart.

As long as he trained Tang San well, then one day, Tang San would be able to take revenge on the Martial Soul Hall.

And precisely because of this, Tang Hao forcibly deceived himself—perhaps Tang San's earlier behavior came from a legacy of the God Realm, and this was indeed his son.

Under this illusion, Tang Hao fooled himself for a full six years.

But today, the exposure by the Heavenly Curtain shattered Tang Hao's fantasy completely, forcing him to face the green hat that wasn't quite green.

Tang San was not a native of the Douluo Continent; he had come here from somewhere else.

And perhaps the real age of his son Tang San was about the same as his own.

"No, no—maybe Xiao San became my son while retaining his memories."

But even so, under the influence of Tang San's future godhood, Tang Hao was still deceiving himself.

Yet the Heavenly Curtain would not give Tang Hao even a moment to catch his breath.

It struck directly at the weakest part of Tang Hao's heart:

"Whether Tang San was reincarnated or transmigrated—the answer is already clear."

"Now, everyone, look closely at this image."

At this moment, within the Clear Sky Sect, which had long sealed its gates and ceased activity, Sect Master Tang Xiao was staring fixedly at the Heavenly Curtain.

Earlier, when the Heavenly Curtain showed Yu Xiaogang teaching a god, and that god's surname was Tang, Tang Xiao had only been puzzled at the time, thinking it was just a coincidence of surnames—after all, there were so many people named Tang on the Douluo Continent.

But when he slowly saw that Tang San had Twin Martial Souls, and his first Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass, a feeling stirred faintly in Tang Xiao's heart.

He suspected that Tang San was the son of his long-missing younger brother Tang Hao, because Ah Yin's Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass.

Now, as the Heavenly Curtain truly revealed that Tang San was his brother Tang Hao's son, and that his Clear Sky Sect had produced a god!

But before Tang Xiao could rejoice for long, the Heavenly Curtain then said that this god Tang San might not actually be Tang Hao's offspring.

In an instant, veins bulged on Tang Xiao's forehead. He couldn't believe it.

How could Ah Yin, such an pure and chaste person, do something to betray Tang Hao?

Just as Tang Xiao was sinking into this deep rage, the Heavenly Curtain even began to play evidence.

Could it be that the Heavenly Curtain was about to play footage of Ah Yin doing something to betray Tang Hao!

Tang Xiao was furious beyond measure. His eyes wide, he covered them tightly with his fingers, peeking through the gaps.

The scene shifted. On the Heavenly Curtain appeared a dense forest.

Within the forest were a man and a woman. The woman was pure and beautiful, and in her arms she held a newborn baby.

This family of three was frantically fleeing through the forest.

Tang Xiao clearly saw what the Heavenly Curtain was playing. In the blink of an eye, he recognized the man and woman on the screen.

The man fleeing in the image was his own younger brother, the Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao. The person beside Tang Hao was, unsurprisingly, Ah Yin.

Seeing this, Tang Xiao's heart tightened again, and old memories gradually surged back.

Because both he and Tang Hao had fallen in love with Ah Yin. The two brothers began to compete, but unfortunately, Ah Yin didn't choose him.

To that, Tang Xiao willingly stepped back. To avoid awkwardness when they met, he even took the initiative to bid farewell to Tang Hao and Ah Yin.

His intention was good—to withdraw from the relationship and leave room for Tang Hao and Ah Yin to be together.

But despite his good intentions, the next time he heard news of Tang Hao after returning to the Clear Sky Sect, it was that the Martial Soul Hall had come to demand accountability.

They said that Qian Xunji, the Pope of the Martial Soul Hall, had been beaten to death by Tang Hao, and that Tang Hao had colluded with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast—Ah Yin was actually a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form.

Hearing this, Tang Xiao was utterly stunned. But constrained by the Martial Soul Hall's overwhelming power, he could only choose to seal the sect.

Yet for all these years, he had always wondered what exactly had happened back then.

At this moment, the Tang Hao in the Heavenly Curtain still looked very young, but he was already an eight-nine ranked Soul Douluo.

At level eighty-nine, even with the Clear Sky Hammer—the number one tool spirit in the continent—and the support of the Clear Sky Sect's ring-bursting secret technique, he still couldn't kill Qian Xunji.

And now, he and Ah Yin were fleeing with their child.

A group of people clad in Martial Soul Hall attire were relentlessly chasing Tang Hao and the others from behind. Before long, Tang Hao and Ah Yin were completely surrounded by the Martial Soul Hall forces.

At this moment, the lineup Martial Soul Hall had sent to capture Tang Hao and Ah Yin was extremely formidable. Leading them was the current Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Xunji, and his subordinates were all pure Spirit Saints and Spirit Douluos.

Against a weakened Ah Yin and an eighty-ninth-level Tang Hao, this lineup was nothing short of a dimensional crushing blow.

And indeed, that was the case. Under Qian Xunji's fierce assault, Tang Hao and Ah Yin gradually began to falter.

Suddenly, the ninth spirit ring beneath Qian Xunji's feet began to glow.

"Angel's Glory!"

Qian Xunji clasped his hands together, and behind him, a phantom of a Six-Winged Angel coalesced, shimmering with a sacred yet domineering golden light.

Finally, after gathering power, the angel phantom condensed a massive golden beam cannon aimed at Tang Hao and Ah Yin.

Seeing this attack, Tang Hao's heart pounded with terror and indescribable fear.

He dared not be the least bit careless, using every card he had to withstand this blow.

"Today, I'll show you what the number one tool spirit in the continent truly is, and what the Clear Sky True Body really means."

Then, his seventh spirit ring suddenly flared, and the black Clear Sky Hammer in his hand burst forth with intense black light. As it unfurled with the wind, it actually grew to over a hundred meters in length.

Crack—

The Clear Sky True Body collided with the beam cannon, which contained terrifying power.

A deafening explosion rang out, and the shockwave of the fearsome spirit power rippled outward in waves. The overwhelming force shook the earth, causing it to tremble.

"Everyone, watch closely—the big one's coming!"