"Xiao San, is it really you?"
The bewilderment on Yu Xiaogang's face turned to joy.
"Did you bring me back to life? Is this-the Divine Realm?"
Yu Xiaogang did not know why he had come back to life after dying, but some unseen force seemed to have brought him here, telling him that the vaguely familiar child before him was his disciple, Tang San. And the look in the boy's eyes just now had truly been identical to Xiao San's.
Yu Xiaogang believed his most outstanding, most cherished disciple, Tang San, had done all of this. After all, his disciple was one man with two divine identities, holding both the Sea God's and the Asura God's divine positions.
"I knew it. I always knew you were the most filial child. You would never abandon your teacher." Yu Xiaogang's aged face flushed with excitement. The terror of death he had felt before his end now turned entirely into the relief of surviving a catastrophe. When feeling themselves gradually dying, most people could not escape their fear of death, and Yu Xiaogang was no exception. He was nowhere near the realm of a saint or martyr-or rather, he was not worthy of it at all.
But he felt he could not simply die like this.
He was a great man. He should not pass away just like that.
He had pioneered the ten core competition theories for countless Soul Masters.
He had taught one disciple who became a god, along with six students who became gods. No one throughout history could match him.
Yet why had no one answered him when he wanted to become a god? Now, he finally understood. He must have misunderstood them. His most cherished disciple had come at last to take him into the Divine Realm to