Proof That Tang San Came to This World, a Self-Created Palm Technique...

"Bibi Dong's evil thoughts have actually surged again?"

In the Divine Realm, at this moment, the Rakshasa God sensed the almost tangible, terrifying resentment and evil thoughts emanating from Bibi Dong. His eyes lit up immediately, and he scanned her directly through the divine power he had left on her.

Such intense resentment and evil thoughts— Bibi Dong truly deserves to be the best successor she chose.

Given more time, Bibi Dong will fully grasp this resentment and evil intent. After becoming a god, she will surely surpass herself. If she cultivates deeply for a few years, she may well break through the limitations of First-Class God and become a true God King, just as she expects.

God King, this is the realm she has always dreamed of.

Thinking of this, the Rakshasa God gritted his teeth once more. Recalling his miserable experience not long ago, the hatred in his heart continued to rise.

She hadn't done anything wrong, yet that guy Asura brought up this old, trivial matter about Tang Chen and beat her up.

As for Asura, well, I was essentially the one who tricked his successor, so it's normal for that guy to hold a grudge against me.

But what Rakshasa God truly couldn't understand were the Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction.

These two guys seemed to have gone mad; for someone they didn't even recognize, they actually shattered their own bodies.

The Goddess of Life, in particular, seemed to be truly intent on killing herself.

Rakshasa God knew that his reputation in the Divine Realm was not much, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as terrible.

However, most of the First-Class God or Second-Class God; the God King only offended Asura.

He truly did not offend the Goddess of Life or the God of Destruction.

He really had no idea who Tang Wulin was.

"These damned bastards! Once Bibi Dong breaks through to the God King level, I will surely achieve the God King position as well. At that time, I will make you all pay the price."

"No, Bibi Dong's control over evil thoughts is still too slow. We need to add more ingredients, a lot more!"

Driven by rage, the Rakshasa God once again Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong's resentment and evil thoughts intensified once again.

"Kill, kill, kill! All members of the Angel Clan deserve to die! Qian Renxue, my daughter, you must die too!"

"You are my daughter, someone I share a blood tie with, but your existence is a mistake to me. So the best outcome for you is to voluntarily return to my body and become a part of me."

The Rakshasa God, who wields resentment and evil thoughts, and the Angel God, who wields ultimate light and divine power, are natural enemies.

The two forces restrain each other and harbor great hostility towards one another.

If he could devour members of the Angel Clan, Bibi Dong's cultivation would see a tremendous boost.

In order to begin the Divine Test of the Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong first devoured her hated teacher.

The wonderful feeling was still unforgettable for Bibi Dong, and the exhilarating and avenging feeling was something she would never forget.

Devour, devour, devour!!!

As her resentment and evil thoughts surged, the dark purple Soul Power surrounding Bibi Dong became increasingly dense and viscous.

Behind her, a black phantom materialized into two enormous spiders, drops of venom continuously dripping from their legs. The terrifying toxins corroded deep pits into the floor of the Pope Palace.

Within the Spirit Hall, founded by the Angel God, the His Holiness the Pope at this very moment is actually someone who has inherited the legacy of an evil god.

If no one witnessed this scene, or if someone did, it would likely shock countless people.

The departure of Tang Wulin and Qian Renxue did not stop the team from moving forward.

However, as time went by, the boy named Tang San in the team missed his teacher more and more.

Even his cultivation practice has become somewhat stagnant.

On this day, Tang San and his team once again challenged a high-level Soul Master Academy.

After returning to the hotel, he began to practice the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Tang Sect's unique skills.

But as he continued to cultivate, the feeling of missing his teacher in his heart became more and more solid.

Teacher, teacher, it's been so long since I've seen a teacher who's like a father to me.

Without teachers, the days felt like an eternity.

Tang San opened his eyes, a look of longing in them.

He stopped practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill and walked out of the hotel, beginning to stroll around the city.

While strolling around, he also began to ponder the meaning of his existence in this world.

In his previous life, he stole the Tang Sect's secret techniques, which led to him being hunted down by the elders. He eventually jumped off a cliff and came to be in this world.

After being born, her mother was murdered by her biological father, who also showed her no love whatsoever.

Only his teacher treated Tang San like his own father, and Tang San also deeply admired his teacher.

It seems that I have been cultivating according to my teacher's instructions all along, and I have never thought about how I should cultivate.

If the teacher hadn't left, there wouldn't have been any problem with me continuing to cultivate according to the teacher's guidance. But now that the teacher has left, if I continue to cultivate blindly according to the teacher's guidance, wouldn't the teacher think that I have no wisdom at all?

Will it make teachers think that I only follow the rules and have no innovation whatsoever?

With the Tang Sect's techniques and his teacher's guidance, he could reach the pinnacle of Soul Master by following the established path.

However, if one can master these unique skills and create one's own special technique, the teacher will definitely think highly of one.

Thinking of this, Tang San's eyes lit up, and his teacher's voice and smile appeared before his eyes.

He struck out with one hand, and the Soul Power cultivated from the Mysterious Heaven Skill continuously condensed in his palm.

In his previous life, Tang San was a martial arts prodigy and a genius in Hidden Weapon. Although his creativity might not be as good as those of true geniuses, it was by no means inferior. Now, it is not impossible for him to create a unique skill of his own.

Time slipped away quietly, and in the blink of an eye, the night was completely over.

Outside the city, Tang San continued to unleash palm strikes.

He kept muttering something, which could be heard if someone got close. It was Tang San's endless longing for his mentor at this moment.

Teacher-Yearning Fist, Thoughts Gushing Like a Spring; Sword of Longing for Wulin, Never-Forgotten Longing; Three-Wulin Palm, for Lifetime After Lifetime!

Teacher, teacher, teacher!

Father, this is the palm technique I created for you, and it is also proof of my Tang San in this world.

You are the foundation upon which I established this palm technique, and you are the person I admire most.

Therefore, the name of my palm technique is...