" Wutong?!"
"She's the daughter of the Sea God?!"
" Tang Wutong! It really is her!"
Many of the gods present recognized the figure almost immediately!
Although her temperament has changed slightly and she has matured a lot, her unique hair color and her resemblance to Xiao Wu's face all point to her identity.
" Wutong!"
A call filled with endless longing and excitement, even trembling, suddenly rang out.
The moment Xiao Wu, who was standing beside Tang San, saw Wang Dong'er's face clearly, she could no longer remain calm and appeared in front of Wang Dong'er in a flash.
" Wutong... my Wutong, you've grown so much..."
Xiao Wu's eyes instantly filled with tears, and her voice choked with emotion.
For her, the Divine Realm was but a few days' worth of time, but more than a decade had passed in the Douluo Continent of the lower realm!
She missed her daughter's entire growth process from childhood to adolescence, and the belated guilt and regret surged forth like a flood bursting its banks when she saw Wang Dong'er's graceful and elegant appearance.
She raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, wanting to gently stroke her daughter's face and touch that long-lost warmth.
"Mom has been thinking about you every single day these past few days..."
However, just as her fingertips were about to touch Wang Dong'er's skin...
Wang Dong'er suddenly twisted her head to the side, neatly dodging the attack.
Xiao Wu's outstretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air.
Her tearful eyes were instantly filled with immense bewilderment and shock, and her heart felt as if it were being violently gripped.
Why?
Why does her darling daughter, who used to cling to her and whine and beg when she was little, look at her with such unfamiliar eyes now?
There was no joy of a long-awaited reunion in that gaze, no attachment to her mother, only a chilling distance, wariness, and even... bewilderment?
It was as if the person standing before her was not the child she longed for day and night, but merely a stranger with a familiar face.
Wang Dong'er frowned deeply. She could clearly sense that there was an unbreakable blood connection between her and the tearful woman in front of her.
Reason told her that this must be her biological mother.
However, my memory is completely blank.
There was no warm embrace, no kind words of advice, and no memory of "mother" in my childhood.
The instinctive closeness stemming from blood ties clashed violently with the enormous barrier caused by the loss of memory, making it impossible for her to feel any natural intimacy.
Moreover, she already knew the truth about how her soul had been torn apart, and the culprit was none other than her so-called father— Tang San.
She wasn't sure what role her mother played in this cruel plan.
Were they informants? Accomplices? Or victims who were also misled?
This doubt, coupled with her resentment towards her own experience, prevented her from giving anyone a pleasant look.
So, when faced with Xiao Wu's trembling hand and eager gaze, Wang Dong'er simply returned a distant chill with her beautiful eyes.
Her voice was calm, almost cold. "My Wang Dong'er, not Wutong!"
Xiao Wu's pupils trembled violently, and the joy of reunion on her face was shattered in that instant.
A profound sense of bewilderment and helplessness overwhelmed her. What had happened?
What did her children go through during the more than ten years she was "absent" from?
How could she... have become such a cold and aloof " Wang Dong'er "?
Xiao Wu's tears were now like broken pearls, streaming uncontrollably down her pale cheeks.
These tears were not of joy at the reunion, but of a nameless yet profound sorrow.
She looked at Wang Dong'er before her, her voice trembling uncontrollably and choked with sobs. " Wutong... what... what's wrong with you? I'm your mother..."
Perhaps it was the bond between mother and daughter, or perhaps it was because Xiao Wu's sadness and confusion at this moment were not feigned at all, but Wang Dong'er's icy indifference softened slightly.
She didn't answer Xiao Wu's question, but slowly raised her hand and pointed to Tang San, whose face was gloomy, not far away.
"This problem."
Wang Dong'er's gaze followed her fingertips, coldly landing on Tang San: "You shouldn't ask me, you should ask him!"
A few simple words and a single action, yet they struck like a silent thunderclap in the hearts of the gods!
Swish!
Almost all eyes instantly shifted from the strangely clamorous mother and daughter to Tang San!
Those eyes were filled with astonishment, disbelief, and a burning passion for gossip!
What exactly happened between Tang San and his daughter?!
Tang San was shocked. He never expected Kong Xuan to be so ruthless, directly taking Wang Dong'er, who carried half of his daughter's soul, to the Divine Realm!
He knew he had to turn the tide immediately and seize the moral high ground!
In a flash, his face instantly contorted with overwhelming rage and deep sorrow. His gaze pierced Kong Xuan like a sharp blade, and his voice rose slightly with fury.
"What exactly did you do to my daughter?!"
This roar was an attempt to blame all of her daughter's abnormalities on Kong Xuan's conspiracy and manipulation!
This simple rhetorical question indeed surprised many of the gods who had been suspicious of Wang Dong'er's attitude.
However, before Kong Xuan could refute him, and before the gods could even ponder the matter...
"Enough!!!"
A hysterical scream filled with endless pain suddenly burst from Wang Dong'er's mouth!
Her delicate body trembled violently, and the last trace of hesitation in her pink-blue eyes shattered completely, turning into a raging flame of grief and indignation.
She stared intently at Tang San, her clenched fists turning white at the knuckles, as if she were using all her strength to roar out the truth suppressed deep within her soul.
"As expected of God King capable of ruthlessly tearing his own daughter's soul apart!"
Even now, you can still so calmly and stubbornly argue your way out of this situation!
In an instant, the entire arena fell silent.
The expressions on the faces of all the gods, regardless of their faction or stance, froze in that instant, then became incredibly fascinating.
Shock, horror, disbelief, sudden realization, chills...
A variety of emotions, like an overturned palette, mingled on the faces of every deity.
Huge bombshell! A truly shocking bombshell!
The doubts in the hearts of the gods seemed to be answered at this moment!
Tang San, the God King, actually tore his own daughter's soul apart with his own hands? No wonder she doesn't even recognize her own parents now!
The gazes of many deities toward Tang San instantly shifted from doubt and scrutiny to deep horror and disgust.
If this is true, then Tang San San's usual displays of kindness, fairness, and loyalty...
Isn't it all a complete and utter disguise?
What wouldn't a God King capable of such cruelty towards his own flesh and blood do?