Wang Dong's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears uncontrollably filled them, trembling on his long eyelashes.
He opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was being choked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.
The silent tremor was more convincing than any cry; deep in his heart, he had gradually come to believe this cruel and suffocating story.
Seeing his near-collapse, Kong Xuan softened his voice slightly. "Go back, go back to the Clear Sky Sect and ask them what happened."
Wang Dong lowered his head deeply, and in that instant of bowing his head and closing his eyes, two scalding tears finally broke free and fell heavily onto the damp soil on the Lake of Life.
He didn't wipe it away, nor did he look up at anyone again. The pair of Light Goddess Butterfly behind him suddenly unfolded, scattering a dazzling yet sorrowful dust of light.
Immediately, he flapped his wings, his figure transforming into a streak of light, and flew swiftly towards the edge of the forest without looking back, leaving all his shock, pain, and confusion behind the tranquil lakeside.
Watching that resolute figure disappear quickly into the lush forest sky, Kong Xuan hesitated for a moment, then called out, "If you ever need anything in the future... come find me."
Almost simultaneously, Gu Yuena's cold voice rang out. " Di Tian, protect him and get him out of Star Dou."
The Core Circle Star Dou Great Forest is fraught with danger; for a human Soul Master to fly alone there is tantamount to courting death.
Di Tian silently accepted the order, and his figure vanished from their sight in an instant.
Once Wang Dong's presence had completely faded away, the Lake of Life returned to its deep tranquility.
Gu Yuena withdrew her gaze and turned to Kong Xuan beside her.
Her silver brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a hint of confusion flickered in her purple eyes as she asked, "Sometimes, I truly can't see through your schemes. What's the point of revealing such a cruel truth to him directly?"
Upon hearing this, Kong Xuan first gave a very faint smile.
He did not answer immediately, but slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the lush canopy above the Lake of Life, reaching the unreachable heavens of the Divine Realm.
"Didn't Tang San always pride himself on being infallible and pure of heart?"
His tone carried a hint of mockery. "Then we will tear his carefully crafted mask to shreds and expose his true form in front of all the gods."
"Let him taste what it's like to be betrayed and abandoned by everyone."
He paused, then turned to Gu Yuena and slowly said, "We're not just going to kill people."
"Even more importantly... we must destroy their spirit!"
Heaven Dou City, nestled atop a deep, misty mountain peak, lies the Clear Sky Sect, hidden in this "place unknown to the world."
At the highest point of the sect, in a simply furnished but spacious room, a man of exceptionally tall and robust build sat alone.
He had unusually long, blue-green hair and deep blue eyes, but now he stared blankly at the churning sea of clouds outside the window, lost in thought.
His name was Da Ming. He was originally Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Sky Azure Bull Python, from the Star Dou Great Forest. Later, he sacrificed himself for Tang San, transforming into his Soul Ring and Soul Bone.
After Tang San became a god, he used his Divine Power to revive him, but later threw him back to the Douluo Continent in the lower realm, where he became the Grand Master of the Clear Sky Sect.
Several years ago, his brother Er Ming died while carrying out a mission assigned by Tang San. Filled with grief and indignation, he went to seek revenge, but ultimately returned empty-handed.
From that time on, it was as if his spine had been removed; he became increasingly depressed, spending his days in alcohol, numbing the heart-wrenching pain in a daze.
"Gulp... gulp..."
He picked up the jar of strong liquor on the table, tilted his head back, and gulped down several mouthfuls, but the scalding liquid could not warm his Ice Seal heart.
Just as he put down the wine jar...
"Bang!!"
The door was violently flung open by a tremendous force, and the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.
Da Ming's brows furrowed suddenly, a surge of annoyance at being disturbed mixed with long-suppressed anger rising to the top of his head.
A fierce glint flashed in his blue eyes, and he was about to lash out, wanting to see which foolish disciple dared to be so insolent.
However, when he turned his head and saw the figure rushing in without regard for anything, the angry shout that was already on the tip of his tongue suddenly choked back.
The visitor was no ordinary disciple.
It was a young man, his clothes slightly disheveled, his hair a bit messy from the wind, his handsome face completely bloodless, only his pinkish-blue eyes were fixed on him, filled with extremely complex emotions.
It's Wang Dong!
Da Ming's expression changed instantly; his anger vanished without a trace, and he subconsciously forced a doting smile, "Our little princess has returned..."
However, Wang Dong's face showed no trace of her usual coquettishness or dependence, only a chilling coldness.
He went straight to the point, his voice taut like a fully drawn bowstring. "Grandpa, tell me, who... is my biological father?"
Da Ming's heart sank, and his smile froze on his face.
He never expected that Wang Dong's first words upon returning would be about this very question.
He opened his mouth, stammering for a long time, " Dong'er, this... why are you suddenly asking about this? Your father..."
"Is he Sea God Tang San who became a god ten thousand years ago?!"
Before he could give any evasive answers, Wang Dong called out his name and gave his own answer.
Da Ming's pupils suddenly contracted, and a hint of shock and panic flashed uncontrollably in his blue eyes.
His lips moved, but no sound came out. He just stared blankly at Wang Dong, as if asking: How did you know?
Seeing the state of the Da Ming, Wang Dong's last shred of hope vanished.
He slowly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling violently.
No further words were needed; the Da Ming's reaction was the most conclusive answer.
Everything Kong Xuan said... was true.
That figure from a distant legend, that cold-blooded deity who split his own soul, was truly his biological father.
" Dong'er, about this matter..."
Seeing that Wang Dong's current state was clearly not right, Da Ming hurriedly tried to say something.
Wang Dong suddenly opened his eyes; he couldn't hear any explanation.
"Then do you know..." His voice trembled as he asked again, "The reason I can't remember anything is because he... tore half of my soul away?!"
As Wang Dong continued his piercing questioning, Da Ming felt a chill Heavenly Spirit head, and the remaining intoxication evaporated instantly.
" Dong'er, the reason for this is not as simple as you think. Your father..."
Da Ming hurriedly tried to organize his thoughts, as if trying to explain something.
"You knew all along!"
Wang Dong raised his voice again, interrupting Da Ming.
In Wang Dong's heart, the father named " Tang San," who was high and mighty, remained just an empty concept due to the lack of memory, failing to stir much emotion.
But Da Ming was different; he was a real, tangible father figure in his memory, a relative who had given him warmth and accompanied him through his growth.
It is precisely this closeness and trust that makes the "knowing" and "concealing" at this moment the deepest and most painful blow.
Seeing the tears streaming down Wang Dong's face, Da Ming completely panicked.
He stretched out his hand, then let it fall limply to the ground. His usually steady, mountain-like body appeared somewhat hunched, and I didn't know how to comfort him.
Wang Dong suddenly raised his hand and forcefully wiped away the tears on his face, leaving red marks on his skin from the back of his hand.
When she looked up again, all that remained in those beautiful eyes was a chillingly resolute and distant coldness, devoid of any trace of the intimacy of the past.
He stared at Da Ming, speaking slowly and deliberately, his voice not loud, but as if he had used all his strength.
I hate you all!
As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Da Ming's instantly pale face and frozen figure, turned around resolutely, and rushed out of the room.
My mind was blank, with no specific destination, only one incredibly strong thought...
Get out of here!
Escape from all of this!