Over the course of their lives, people were bound to have a few regrets. They always dreamed of returning to the past and changing things, using their foresight to get a head start at every turn, seize greater opportunities, and surpass their achievements in their previous lives.
Tang San had no regrets at all.
He had dual godhood, had developed his Twin Martial Souls to their fullest potential, had a happy, reunited family, and stood at the pinnacle of glory on the continent. Even what came after his death had unfolded step by step, entirely under his control.
Even Xiao Wu's death, and his decision to follow her, had been part of his own plan. He had even been reborn with the authority of the Sea God and Asura as his trump card, all to seize even greater opportunities.
Yet he hadn't expected another temporal rift to send him back to the beginning, wiping everything away and forcing him to start over.
So be it. Tang San had been confident that following the same script would still lead him down a perfect path. He hadn't expected there to be other reincarnators, throwing the plot into disarray.
They'd even stolen his opportunities, throwing a wrench into the script that had originally gone so smoothly.
It sounded like they weren't just planning to take the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. They also intended to steal his Godhood Inheritance.
They wouldn't dare do something like that without a shred of confidence.
Ning Rongrong thought Tang San was talking about her father. Though furious, she didn't show it.
Tang San came back to his senses. "Sorry, Rongrong. I wasn't talking about your father. I meant that bastard!"
Ning Rongrong forced a smile. "It's all right. I understand, Third Brother."
If she hadn't known what