Tang Sect Origins

There's also He Caitou, Xu Sanshi, and Nan Nan...

Zhang Lexuan felt a pang of sadness as she recalled everyone mentioned in her diary.

Each of them is a prodigy, possessing their own pride and talent.

In the future, when they are with Huo Yuhao, they will always be supporting characters, always background figures, and always living in Huo Yuhao's shadow.

Zhang Lexuan used to think it was nothing.

She felt that since Huo Yuhao was the Child of Destiny, it was a good thing to be around Child of Destiny; they were all partners.

But now she realizes that it's not like that at all.

True partners are those who help each other succeed and move forward together.

It's not about one person taking all the paths and reaping all the benefits while others can only watch from behind, barely getting a sip of the soup.

The First-Generation Seven Monsters were seven people who became gods together.

What about their generation? Only Huo Yuhao took her away; the rest of them remained in the mortal realm, living out their lives in obscurity, growing old, getting sick, and dying.

What kind of Seven Monsters are these?

What kind of brothers are these?

"Huo Yuhao..."

As Zhang Lexuan murmured the name, a mix of emotions welled up inside her.

She didn't know how to evaluate Huo Yuhao.

Hate him for being selfish? Hate him for lacking responsibility?

But isn't he himself a victim of this scam?

His personality, his choices, and his entire life trajectory were all shaped by Tang San.

He thought he was in control of his own destiny, but in reality, he was just going around in circles within a circle drawn by others from beginning to end.

Is it pitiful?

It's quite pitiful.

But feeling sorry for someone doesn't mean they can be forgiven.

Those he betrayed, those messes he left behind, and those things that gradually declined because of his inaction, cannot be erased simply by saying "he was also a pawn."

Shrek Academy, cafeteria.

After reading the diary, Wang Dong'er took a deep breath and slowly raised her head.

The confusion and struggle in his eyes faded, leaving only a clear and cold aura.

The most urgent matter is Tang San.

It was a scheme that had been laid out for ten thousand years, a pair of hands hidden behind the scenes controlling everything.

She wanted to uncover all the truth; she wanted to see just how much else Tang San had done and how many people's fates he had manipulated.

Then...

She wanted to end it all herself.

The Far North.

Ice Empress was thoroughly amused.

"Hahaha, a celebrity who's also a runner-up—that's such a harsh description, but I love it!"

She slapped her thigh and laughed incessantly, her laughter causing the chill around her to ripple.

"You know what, it's really true. Apart from Huo Yuhao, how many of the remaining Seven Monsters can you even remember by name? Compared to the original seven, they're far inferior."

Each of the First-Generation Seven Monsters was a capable individual, with their own legendary story.

What about Huo Yuhao's generation?

Aside from Huo Yuhao himself, the others had a pitifully low profile; calling them mere bystanders wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Snow Empress didn't reply, but her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

"Xue'er, what's wrong?"

Ice Empress noticed her expression and leaned closer to ask.

"I'm thinking,"

Snow Empress spoke slowly, her voice soft. "Is the matter of Electrolux also related to Tang San?"

The smile on Ice Empress's face froze instantly.

Electrolux.

She had read it in her diary and knew that it was a necromancer from another world, a being that existed in Huo Yuhao's Sea of Spirit in the form of a wisp of a soul, and in the end, even helped Huo Yuhao create a Soul Spirit.

Previously, they just thought Huo Yuhao was lucky and had struck gold.

But looking back now...

How did a remnant soul from another world end up in the Douluo Continent?

Why did I have to enter Huo Yuhao's Sea of Spirit? Why did I have to be willing to help him?

Once is luck, twice is luck, but if it's luck every time, then it's no longer luck.

"No way..."

Ice Empress swallowed hard. "Tang San's reach is that far? He can even scheme against people from other worlds?"

Snow Empress did not answer.

She simply gazed in the direction of the Divine Realm, her eyes deep and unfathomable.

If that's the case, then Tang San's scheme is much larger, deeper, and more terrifying than they imagined.

Such an opponent...

Snow Empress slowly clenched her fist.

It doesn't matter.

The more you know, the clearer it becomes to break the deadlock.

No matter how large the game is, as long as it's a game of chess, there's always a way to break it.

She waited.

Waiting for the diary to reveal all the cards, waiting to see just how many secrets Tang San has hidden in this game he's been playing for ten thousand years.

Star Dou Forest, at the Lake of Life.

Gu Yuena was surprisingly calm.

You could even say I feel somewhat relieved.

Because what was written in the diary was almost exactly what she had guessed.

Huo Yuhao is not a threat.

There's never been anything to worry about.

Even if a pawn manipulated by emotions and molded into a good character by others becomes a god, it can't cause any trouble.

The truly difficult opponent is always the one playing chess.

However, it now appears that this game was not without its flaws.

At the very least, Tang Wutong is the biggest variable.

Tang San could never have imagined that one day the rope he used to tie the chess pieces would develop its own consciousness and try to sever the connection.

If the rope breaks, will the chess piece still remain firmly on the chessboard?

A very faint smile curved at the corners of Gu Yuena's lips.

This is getting more and more interesting.

She wanted to see which way the game would go next.

...)

[Let's put the Shrek matter aside for now.]

It's always the same few people I write about, and there's no point in analyzing them over and over again.

Whether it's the First-Generation Seven Monsters or the second generation, they are ultimately just Seven Monsters on a chessboard, the only difference being that some pieces are larger and some are smaller.

Let's change direction and talk about the Tang Sect.

[Don't misunderstand, this isn't the Tang Sect from the Douluo Continent that rose to power by associating with Tang San; it's the real Tang Sect.]

This is the place where Tang San was born, raised, and taught his skills before he transmigrated.

Tang San was never a born genius.

In his previous life, he was just a mere outer disciple, struggling at the bottom of the Tang Sect, secretly learning inner sect techniques, and finally being forced to jump off a cliff to prove his resolve.

To put it bluntly, he's just a loser in the cutthroat competition within his sect.

[But it was precisely this loser who brought the entire sect's wealth to the Douluo Continent.]

Tang Ya was looking at the diary entries when the focus suddenly shifted to the Tang Sect. She was somewhat bewildered, her feelings remaining complicated.

The diary revealed more and more things, from Huo Yuhao to Tang San, from the Child of Destiny to the grand scheme of things over the millennia, each entry subverting her understanding.

But what she cared about most was always the Tang Sect.

She is the Tang Sect Master, and Tang Sect blood flows in her veins.

But now the diary tells her that everything in the Tang Sect originated from another world?

Tang Ya held her breath and read on, word by word.