Not daring to open my eyes was the last pain I felt.
Tang Hao stared at his wife, who had become a soul bone, with a length of vine left behind.
Just as Tang Hao stood at a loss, a voice rang out.
"Tang Hao, this is Holy Soul Village. I saved your life so you could raise your child well. Your wife may yet be brought back to life someday. Do you understand?"
Tang Hao froze for a moment.
"Who are you?" Tang Hao asked. "Why did you save me? And why are you telling me all this?"
The voice did not answer his questions, but continued, "Tang Hao, remember what I said. In the future, your wife will return to life, and your son will become a god!"
With that, the voice vanished.
Tang Hao looked at Tang San in his arms.
"Since there's hope, I'll settle for this for now."
Tang Hao surveyed his surroundings. It was an utterly ordinary little village: a well, thatched cottages, smoke rising from cooking fires. Everything was mundane.
"Holy Soul Village? It doesn't seem so bad."
Tang Hao murmured to himself.
He wanted to return to the Clear Sky Sect, too, but doing so would bring utter ruin upon it. This was his only choice.
Meanwhile, at Spirit Hall.
Qian Xunji returned to Spirit Hall and told Jiang Qingyu everything that had happened.
A flicker of surprise crossed Jiang Qingyu's eyes when he heard the news.
"Qingyu, who did that power come from?"
Qian Xunji was deeply curious.
Anyone capable of rescuing someone from right under the noses of four Titled Douluos was no ordinary figure.
"I'm afraid it was a deity," Jiang Qingyu said. "But I don't know what this deity intends to do."
"A deity?" Qian Xunji murmured. "In