"Boom—"
Tang San felt as though his brain had been struck viciously by a heavy hammer, leaving it buzzing.
Ye Xuan and Xiao Wu's intimacy, the residents' unrestrained mockery, and the fact that her Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast identity had long since been made public were like three venomous snakes, frantically gnawing away at his sanity.
He stood in the middle of the crowd, trembling all over. His originally scarlet eyes were now bloodshot, and his face was filled with incredulous despair.
How could this be?
Everything in his memories of becoming a god clearly hadn't been like this!
Xiao Wu should have been nestled in his arms, calling him "Third Brother," instead of treating him like a stranger as she did now, her every thought and gaze fixed on that bastard Ye Xuan!
Her Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast identity was clearly a secret that needed to be protected with her life. How had it become a widely known tale in Spirit City?
The foresight he had taken such pride in, the trajectory of fate he had believed in without doubt, utterly collapsed at that moment, shattered so completely that not even scraps remained.
"No... impossible!" Tang San muttered, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.
"Xiao Wu, tell me this isn't real! You're clearly my wife—we promised to become gods together!"
Xiao Wu frowned and shrank further into Ye Xuan's embrace, her eyes full of disgust.
"Brother Ye Xuan, don't listen to his nonsense. I've clearly been with you since I was six years old. He's so annoying. Let's go already—I don't want to see him again."
Ye Xuan affectionately rubbed her hair, then cast Tang San a cold glance, his tone openly mocking.
"Tang San, face reality. What you call 'what should have been' is nothing more than your own