Sea of Flowers Amid the Ruins

"Th-Third Brother..."

Amid the mud, a man lay on the ground. Beside him knelt a sturdy figure with tears in her eyes, while not far around them, a large group of Spirit Masters gathered with varying expressions.

"Mm." When Tang San opened his eyes, the brilliant starry river filling the sky crashed into his gaze.

"Am... am I not dead?" Tang San's gaze scattered briefly before swiftly refocusing. Lying on the ground, he turned his head toward the familiar figure beside him, a slight sense of relief easing his heart. He reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes, forcing a strained smile onto his stiff face. "Don't cry, Xiao Wu."

Looking at the no longer small Xiao Wu before him, Tang San's body covered in mud, he nevertheless felt an unprecedented tranquility. Even though the Xiao Wu before him could now be called Da Wu, Tang San still felt a trace of warmth.

"You're such a grown-up now, yet you're still crying. You're so big now—I'll call you Da Wu from now on, then. Hehe."

For the first time, Tang San formally evaluated Xiao Wu's appearance. Before this, he had deliberately avoided the matter.

Appearances were not actually important, were they?

He was not left with nothing. In truth, he had always possessed a world of his own.

"Sea... Sea God, sir." At this moment, a Spirit Master in the distance saw Tang San awaken and hesitantly stepped forward to address him respectfully.

Only then did Tang San shift his gaze away from Da Wu beside him and look toward the Sea Soul Masters gathered nearby, as well as some sect soul masters from Douluo Continent who had ultimately chosen to remain.

"What is it?" Tang San struggled to prop himself up. Every part of