The Moment the Divine King Tang Returned, the Avengers Understood!

At dusk, in the Tang Family Blacksmith Shop of Holy Soul Village.

On the wooden bed in the back room, Tang San slowly opened his eyes.

The swelling on his face had not yet fully subsided.

The blood scab at the corner of his mouth had dried into a dark red.

Any movement of his body pulled at his skin, causing sharp pain.

His vision remained blurry for a few moments before gradually focusing, revealing the soot-blackened ceiling beam above.

The air was filled with the mixed scent of rust and cheap alcohol.

This was the smell he had woken up to every day during his childhood.

How nostalgic.

"Ugh..."

Tang San let out a low moan, his eyes filled with confusion.

Where was this?

Wasn't he just in the God Realm—

Suddenly, a hand gripped his shoulder, the force so great it felt as if it would crush his bones.

"San! You're awake!"

Tang Hao's stubbled face leaned in close, his eyes bloodshot.

"Tell me quickly! Who attacked you? Was it someone from Spirit Hall? What did that person look like?"

"Huh?"

Tang San was completely bewildered.

Attack?

What attack?

He stared blankly at the anxious, disheveled man before him.

In his memories of childhood, Tang Hao had always been cold and distant, barely sparing a glance for his own son.

Yet, the hand Tang Hao currently had on his shoulder was visibly trembling.

This anxiety, this tension.

How many years had it been since he had seen his father show such an expression toward him?

Tang San's gaze drifted past Tang Hao's shoulder to survey his surroundings.

Two old iron hammers hung on the mottled earthen wall, the iron pot on the stove had a chipped edge, and chopped firewood was piled in the corner.

This dilapidated little shack felt as unfamiliar as a distant memory.

And yet, in truth, this was indeed where he had lived in the past.

"?"

Finally realizing something was wrong, Tang San looked down at his own hands.

They were pitifully small, his fingers short and chubby.

"!!!"

Tang San's pupils constricted sharply.

He recognized these hands.

This was his body at five years old.

But—he clearly remembered that he had been in the God Realm, planning how to further increase the faith of Douluo Continent in him.

With the dual godhoods of the Sea God and the Asura God.

He should have been sitting on the supreme throne of the God Realm, enjoying the glory of being looked up to by the entire Douluo Continent.

How could he have suddenly returned to being five years old?

A dream?

Impossible; after becoming a god, he hadn't dreamt in a very long time.

Tang San closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The experience of having lived two lifetimes and the composure of a God King came into play at this moment.

In the span of a single breath, he suppressed the raging storm in his heart.

A slow curve formed at the corners of his mouth.

He had been reborn!

It wasn't a dream, it wasn't the work of inner demons, and it certainly wasn't an illusion.

He could clearly feel the unawakened spirit within his body, the uncultivated meridians, and the infinite possibilities contained within this five-year-old frame.

He had truly transmigrated back to his own childhood!

Tang San almost laughed out loud.

He had once been an existence standing at the very pinnacle of the entire Douluo Continent.

With the dual god positions of the Sea God and the Asura God bestowed upon him, he had ruled over the God Realm and held dominion over the four seas.

No one knew better than he what was about to happen in this world, and no one understood the path to the pinnacle of the future better than he did.

And now, this path had reappeared beneath his feet, and it was even clearer than the first time—because he had already walked it once before.

Xiao Wu, Grandmaster, Fatty...

Tang San silently recited those familiar names in his heart, the corners of his mouth curling upward involuntarily.

He remembered Xiao Wu's silky long hair, he remembered Grandmaster's stern gaze, and he remembered every day and night the Shrek Seven Devils had fought side by side.

At this moment, they had not yet met him.

But he had already known them for a lifetime.

It wouldn't be long before they met again!

As for the meaning of this rebirth, Tang San didn't even need to think about it.

Heaven had allowed him to start over, so it must be for him to do better than in his previous life.

The detours he took in his past life could be avoided in this one.

The opportunities he missed in his past life could be intercepted in advance in this one.

The enemies he failed to eliminate in his past life could be wiped out at the root in this one!

The God King had returned; the sky of the Douluo Continent would still be Tang San's sky!

"San! San!"

Seeing his son dazed, Tang Hao furrowed his brows even tighter.

"Did you hear what I said? What exactly happened? Who hurt you?"

Tang San quickly gathered his thoughts.

Now was not the time to think about the future.

Moreover, having just been reborn, he had absolutely no memory of what his "previous self" had experienced.

"Dad?"

Tang San put on a perfectly measured expression of confusion, which, paired with his swollen and bruised face, made him look like an ordinary, frightened five-year-old child.

"What are you talking about? What happened?"

Tang Hao's pupils constricted. "You don't remember?"

Tang San shook his head blankly, his voice weak and hoarse.

"I don't remember anything. I just woke up here."

When it came to deception, no one was more skilled than he.

"..."

Tang Hao fell silent.

He stared into Tang San's eyes for a long while.

Those eyes held only confusion and bewilderment; it did not look like he was lying.

A moment later, he slowly released his grip on Tang San's shoulders.

"San... get some rest."

Tang Hao stood up and turned to walk toward the door.

When he reached the doorway, his footsteps paused.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he only left behind a "remember to apply medicine to your face" before lifting the curtain and heading out.

Tang San watched Tang Hao's back disappear behind the curtain, the confusion on his face gradually fading away.

Confirming that Tang Hao had walked far away, he slowly sat up.

His five-year-old body was still somewhat clumsy in its movements.

But his eyes no longer held the clarity that a child's should.

It was a calmness and depth that belonged to a superior.

Tang San closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and slowly unfolded a vast and precise deductive map in his consciousness.

It was every step he had taken in his previous life.

The spirit awakening in Holy Soul Village, becoming Grandmaster's disciple at Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy, Shrek Academy, the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, Slaughter City, Sea God Island, the inheritance of god positions...

Every node and every point in time appeared clearly in his memory.

One year from now, he would awaken his twin spirits—Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer.

This was the starting point of his climb to the pinnacle, and the foundation for his future ascension to godhood.

"In my past life, I was able to reach the throne of the God King starting from the humblest Blue Silver Grass. In this life, bolstered by the insight and experience of a God King, I have absolute confidence that I will go even further."

As for the reason behind this rebirth—Tang San had no intention of delving into it.

Perhaps it was a spatial-temporal turbulence, or perhaps a catastrophe in the God Realm...

None of that mattered.

What mattered was the result—he had returned, and he brought with him all the memories of the future!

"In this life, I will surely ascend to the pinnacle once more."

Tang San whispered to himself, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes that did not belong to a five-year-old child.

The God King Tang had returned.

But this time, he had no idea what he was truly facing.

It was the collective, infinite resentment of every victim he had once persecuted across the Douluo Continent and the God Realm—the Avengers!