At the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest, inside an abandoned hunting cabin rarely visited by anyone.
Tang San sat cross-legged on the dust-covered floor, his eyes tightly shut and his breathing heavy.
His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. His clothes were ragged, his hair hung loose and disheveled, his eye sockets were sunken, and his lips were cracked. He looked as though most of his vitality had been drained away.
But this was not physical exhaustion.
He was a Divine King reincarnated with twin godhoods. Even though he had started over in this life, his divine consciousness and will remained. No matter how miserable his body looked, he should not have fallen to such a state.
What had truly broken him was the hatred and humiliation he could not suppress.
He would never forget that scene.
In the Star Dou Great Forest, he had watched helplessly as Lin Chen descended from the sky, killed that thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider with a single strike, and then took the External Soul Bone, the Eight Spider Lances, right before his eyes.
What he remembered even more clearly was the way Lin Chen had looked at him.
Looking down from above, with that mocking curve at the corner of his mouth, as though he were looking at an ant.
The Eight Spider Lances had clearly been his. That opportunity had clearly been his. Xiao Wu should have been his lover too. Yet Lin Chen had taken all of it from him.
He had searched Tang San's memories with great difficulty and finally found the source of that hatred.
Lin Chen—the boy who had left Holy Soul Village with him, the one who had always suppressed him at Nuoding Academy, the genius Soul Master who had