The Return of Great Divine King Tang

Xiao Wu cast a somewhat guilty glance at the Titan Giant Ape. Naturally, this went without saying; for her to survive the danger period and successfully grow to a hundred-thousand-year cultivation base, the immense help provided by the two top-tier bloodline soul beasts, the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python, had been indispensable.

Did one really think that during her weak, pre-transformation stage, she had nothing better to do than escape the mouths of various predators to hone her survival skills? Was she truly just a kind-hearted, naive fool who saved the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python out of pure innocence?

Whether it was the Sky Azure Bull Python or the Titan Giant Ape, they were omnivores, consuming both vegetation and meat. It was entirely possible that before they met her, some of the meat they had eaten had been rabbit.

If not for the fact that the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python possessed noble bloodlines—capable of fighting ten-thousand-year soul beasts while only at the thousand-year level—and her speculation that they would become powerful enough to protect her once they grew up, she would have had to be out of her mind to save them in the Star Dou Great Forest, where countless soul beasts perished every single day.

Xiao Wu closed her eyes and transformed into a ball of pink light, within which a pink phantom gradually emerged.

Xiao Wu began to sculpt her face and figure, using the human image of her mother, Ah Rou, as a reference. If Ah Rou's style was that of a mature and gentle older sister, then Xiao Wu's overall temperament leaned toward that of a lively and adorable young girl, sporting long hair that reached her heels.

She had not forgotten what Ah Rou had said: a girl's hair should only be groomed by her beloved. Perhaps going to the human world would allow her to harvest a sweet romance.

If she truly encountered a human with great talent who was suitable for her, besides having a sweet romance, it would be best to borrow his strength so they could take revenge on the Martial Soul Hall together and rescue Ah Rou.

Finally, Xiao Wu transformed into a newborn baby. She was bare, her skin as fair, smooth, and tender as a freshly peeled egg; she lacked even the ability to speak, possessing only a brain capable of normal thought.

The Titan Giant Ape showed no reaction to the naked Xiao Wu; it had never stayed in the human world, and its aesthetic standards were currently different from those of humans.

Afterward, the Titan Giant Ape began its journey as a nanny, raising Xiao Wu to adulthood.

Somewhere on the Douluo Continent.

A tall man with a scruffy beard and hair as messy as a bird's nest held a several-month-old baby, gazing toward a certain direction.

This tall man was Tang Hao, and the direction he was gazing toward was the Clear Sky Sect.

A moment later, Tang Hao rubbed his head, frowned, and muttered, "What has come over me? I already know the sect's decision. That coward Qian Daoliu, who was defeated by my grandfather, would never dare to break his promise to him and step onto those mountains. Why did I suddenly decide to go and support the Clear Sky Sect?"

"Even if I returned to the Clear Sky Sect, how could I alone resist the massive soul master legions of the Martial Soul Hall? This is simply walking into a trap and ruining the Clear Sky Sect's plans."

Hearing this, the eyes of Tang San, the baby in Tang Hao's arms, darted around, seemingly in deep thought.

Tang Hao was unaware that the baby in his arms was no ordinary infant. The baby's heart was a mix of confusion and excitement, for he was Tang San, the God King who had committed suicide and returned through rebirth.

(PS: Not adding too many this time, just the four: Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun.)

Because Xiao Wu missed Tang Wulin too much and died of illness from excessive grief, Tang San had been heartbroken and, unwilling to live alone, chose to commit suicide, scattering his divine consciousness into hundreds of fragments in the hope that one of them would be reborn into the world where Xiao Wu had reincarnated.

To Tang San's immense surprise, he had actually been reborn tens of thousands of years into the past. It was a perfect, heaven-sent starting point. The reason he had just shown signs of contemplation was that in this current timeline, Qian Xunji had just been killed by Bibi Dong, and the hypocritical, evil forces of the Martial Soul Hall had pinned the blame on his father and the Clear Sky Sect, attacking the sect and forcing it into seclusion.

In his memory, the Clear Sky Sect had suffered a sudden attack and retreated in a panic; there shouldn't have been any plan at all. His father hadn't gone to support the sect halfway, so why had he run off to support them this time, only to stop halfway?

Was this hesitant, indecisive personality really his father, who had once dominated the world?

After thinking for a while, Tang San didn't get an answer and stopped dwelling on it. Perhaps in his previous life, he had been asleep and wasn't clear on the details; maybe the Clear Sky Sect had truly prepared in advance. After all, with nine Title Douluo elders, seven great protectors, and tens of thousands of soul masters, that combat power was enough to wipe out four or five Clear Sky Sects, yet they still managed to get a large number of direct disciples to that mountain range to live in seclusion.

Tang San's thoughts returned to his beloved Xiao Wu, whose death from illness had left him heartbroken and devastated. Thinking of seeing a healthy, lively Xiao Wu again at Nuoding Academy in six years, his eyes erupted with deep surprise, anticipation, and longing.

This rebirth was truly wonderful. He was a generation of God King; he still remembered the secret arts of the Tang Sect. The Clear Sky secret arts hadn't been used for too long and might be a bit rusty, but with his talent and learning ability, he could just practice them again.

With the experience of his rebirth, the two heart-wrenching tragedies—Xiao Wu's sacrifice and her death from illness—would naturally not happen again, and he could fulfill his past promise to protect her well.

As for the Martial Soul Hall? He didn't take them seriously at all. They were just a mortal power. He was a reborn God King with the script in his hands; those guys were nothing but bones in a grave! He would just kill them again.

What was more worthy of his attention was that idiot Destruction. At least eighty percent of the responsibility for Xiao Wu's death from illness and her second passing lay with that fool.

The Sea God was only a first-tier divine position after all. Even if he used the faith of the Douluo Continent to elevate himself to a Supreme God, he couldn't defeat the God of Destruction, nor could he match his own unfamiliarity with the Asura God position.

This time, he would inherit the Asura God position himself, and leave the Sea God position to Xiao Wu, letting her serve as the sheath for the Sea God Trident.

In this way, once he maxed out his proficiency with the Asura God position and made proper preparations, uniting the power of the Seven Elemental Deities, he would no longer need to fear the God of Destruction. If the God of Destruction wanted to rebel, he could fully concentrate his power to take down that rebellious subject and imprison him within the God Realm Hub.

When the Space-Time Turbulence arrived, proving that he had been right all along, he would release the God of Destruction, allowing the guy to atone for his crimes by burning his divine fire alongside the God of Life to resist the turbulence.

By then, the God Realm would not be entirely swept away by the Space-Time Turbulence. With the Seed of Life from the God of Destruction and the God of Life, and the Golden Dragon King Divinity in hand, everything would be fine.

Having thought things through, Tang Hao carried Tang San and flew toward Holy Soul Village. Tang San whispered to himself, "Six years, Xiao Wu, Nuoding Academy, just you wait for me."