Amid the dim, drifting haze, a wisp of Tang San's remnant soul left the Douluo World and returned to the vast expanse of the universe.
The Asura God and the Sea God had previously recreated Tang San, but ultimately, they had still borrowed an imprint of his divine soul.
The two gods had planned this before Ren Tao killed Tang San.
They had used this "outsider's" divine soul imprint as a vessel for the Creation God's immense conscious energy. Tang San's own consciousness, however, had been suppressed at the very bottom, without any chance to surface.
Now that the Creation God's consciousness had dissipated, he regained his freedom.
It was as though he had returned to the Tang Sect of his previous life. Wisps of cloud drifted around him, and both his soul and his body were plummeting.
"Tang Lan, you'll regret this!"
That had been his final obsession in his previous life. Yet now, beyond his resolve to meet death, many other things had taken root.
Every moment in the Douluo World seemed like a dream: leaving Holy Soul Village, becoming a work-study student, entering Shrek Academy, cutting through thorns and brambles all along the way, inheriting the legacies of the Sea God and the Asura God, eventually becoming a God King, and then having Tang Wutong...
For countless generations, the Tang Family had ruled the Douluo World. Divine positions became prizes already in their pockets, while god trials and God King Trials were entertainment tailored specifically for the Tang Family.
A hundred-percent success rate was a certainty, and each time, the Tang Family grew a little stronger.
It had practically become a lavish carnival...
How wonderful those days were!
No, I can't die yet!
*Jumping off a cliff to prove my resolve in this life was far too