Chapter 162: Tang God King — Now, Listen to My Tragic Story!
"Brother Jiang Chen, why do I feel like Huo Yun'er's forging technique looks so familiar?"
Tang Wulin's attention was drawn to the rhythmic, metallic clangs echoing nearby. It was his first time actually watching Huo Yun'er forge in person—during the Tianhai Grand Tournament, they hadn't competed in the same division.
Jiang Chen tilted his head, puzzled. "You don't recognize it? That's the Haotian Sect's signature skill—the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique."
Could the Tang God King really have not passed this down to his own son?
Tang Wulin froze for a moment.
Haotian Sect's signature technique? The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique?
Then… could Old Tang be from the Haotian Sect?!
Yes—that would make perfect sense. The Haotian Sect's surname was Tang, after all. His father must have come from that line!
"Old Tang, I'll definitely help you discover who you are!" Tang Wulin thought resolutely.
Though Old Tang had always claimed to suffer from "amnesia," Tang Wulin wasn't so gullible anymore. He was certain that Old Tang had once been betrayed by kin, forced into ruin, turned into neither man nor ghost.
Now, he was waiting for his son to grow strong—to avenge him.
That's how the stories always went.
Otherwise, why else would Old Tang exist in his mind? He couldn't have just popped into his head for no reason!
Inside the sea of consciousness, the Tang God King fell into a stunned silence as he watched the boy's serious face.
Uh…
If he told Wulin the truth, how would the kid even react?
Would he accept him as a "father" and serve him loyally?
Or would he resent him—for abandoning his son to struggle alone in the mortal realm?
After all, when the Golden Dragon King's fragmented consciousness had invaded Tang San's body, intending to perish together, the god's core had already been drained. Using the power of the entire Divine Realm just to keep a child alive—it should've been impossible.
But the secret lay within the Golden Dragon King's god nucleus—a Divine King position contained inside.
To allow Tang Wulin to inherit that divine core completely, to become the successor of the God King of Destruction, this path had been the only option.
Even if Tang San held authority in the Divine Realm, he couldn't simply hand over a first-rank god position. And with his own cultivation nearing that same level… he refused to risk letting it fall to waste.
He already had a "disappointing" daughter; after ten thousand years of careful planning, she'd awakened the Dragon God bloodline, yet remained only a second-rank god. A total letdown.
He truly feared Wulin might end up like her.
Why raise a descendant who wouldn't become a worthy successor? What use was a child who couldn't aid his father's grand design?
It wasn't as if he could simply give him the Life or Destruction god positions. Those two gods had only recently fallen. If he acted now, it would cause uproar in the entire Divine Realm.
But judging by Wulin's progress, he couldn't have been happier.
His aptitude rivaled his own. His determination—exemplary.
And the integration of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline had gone incredibly smoothly.
Unlike his lazy daughter, who—after being sent to the Haotian Sect and made its young master—grew spoiled, scatterbrained, and complacent, Tang Wulin had endured hardship, built humility, and grown through pain.
Just like Tang San himself had once done.
Watching Wulin's determined expression now, the Tang God King couldn't help but feel genuine pride.
With such a son, how could a father not be proud?
True, his plan had "gone slightly off track," but he'd simply considered it part of a rebellious phase.
Once he tossed Wulin into the Qiankun Valley of Trials of Love, the boy would understand his father's tough love.
He would forgive him. Surely.
And so…
An idea struck the Tang God King.
If he gave Wulin a painful, personal motivation—just like in those epic legends—wouldn't it push him to reach even greater heights?
Activating the divine wisdom that earned him the title God of Wisdom, he instantly crafted the ultimate tragic backstory—a legend filled with betrayal, love, and heroism.
With a dramatic flourish—head tilted 45 degrees to the sky, hands clasped behind his back—he sighed deeply.
"In that case… I suppose it's time I told you everything."
His voice carried a sorrowful weight, filled with melancholy.
"My true name… is Tang Can. I was once the son of the previous Sect Master of the Haotian Sect. I had an elder brother—Tang Si. Together, our talent and strength made us the most promising heirs in the sect's history. People said we would rival the ancestors themselves."
"Though my brother was two years older, my talent far outshone his. I received the sect's inherited soul bone and was chosen as the next master of the Haotian Sect."
"We disguised our identities and ventured into the soul world together, creating quite a reputation…"
"And there, we met her—a woman of unparalleled beauty."
"Xiao Wu Wu."
At this point, Tang San paused momentarily, lost in bittersweet thought at the name.
Even as a mere fragment of divine consciousness, he carried the full awareness of the Tang God King—and memories of her—the one his true self still shared eternity with.
She was safe in the Divine Realm, resting in his arms. But this fragment of him… existed apart. Always watching, always missing.
He took a breath, voice turning deep and tender.
"She was beautiful beyond compare, her presence pure and gentle—like a celestial maiden descended from the heavens."
"The moment I met her… I was captivated."
"My brother, too, fell in love with her."
"The three of us traveled together across the continent. And as she and I grew closer, affection blossomed between us—though we refrained, out of respect for my brother."
"I truly believed he would bless our union…"
"But instead—" he growled, face darkening, "he betrayed me."
His expression twisted with fury as he channeled all the emotion of a seasoned tragic storyteller.
"That night, we were ambushed by Evil Soul Masters. We thought victory was assured… but one of them was a Titled Douluo! Even we prodigies couldn't stand against such might."
"To protect Xiao Wu Wu and my brother, I stayed behind, telling them to flee. I fought until I was half-dead and somehow escaped with my life."
"But when I returned…" his voice trembled, thick with righteous anguish, "…my beloved brother—my own flesh and blood—betrayed me!"
"The man I respected most… drove a sword through my chest as I lay wounded!"
"Just so he could take the Sect Master's position… and Xiao Wu Wu!"
"He was my dearest brother!"
His voice rose into a roar that reverberated through the soul sea.
"If not for him, I would never have fallen so low… Never become what I am now!"
(END CHAPTER)
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