Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

virtual reality.

Two girls who looked exactly alike sat in a living room. Tang Wutong, with her bare feet, hugged a cushion to her chest, half her body pressed against it, her face still bearing traces of tears from earlier. She seemed absent-minded, muttering to herself:

"It's actually quite boring."

"The realm of gods is vast, but there are very few gods. Everyone is doing their own thing, and no one plays with me. There isn't a single person my age in the entire realm of gods. It's a bit like the retirement home that Anzhen described, with little vitality."

"You said how many gods there are? There are only about 20,000 in total. At most, there are ordinary priests and celestial hunters. You can think of them as low-level civil servants and law enforcement personnel."

"The daily life of a god? Gods have a lifespan that can be described as immortal. According to Aunt Green, many of the gods today ascended from the lower realms. They cultivated, fought, and spent their whole lives working hard. Now that they have become gods, many of them have become decadent and started to enjoy life."

"They were once geniuses, but that level of genius was still not enough for them to break through to godhood and become higher deities. They might as well relax and enjoy life."

On the other side, Wang Dong leaned against a cushion, listening to Tang Wutong's story, occasionally asking a question.

After a period of "friendly exchange".

Tang Wutong listened patiently as Wang Dong recounted the entire story.

“Before Anzhen brought us to the undead demiplane, before he extracted that wisp of divine consciousness, he had already placed my consciousness into the virtual world. Therefore, I am the real Wang Dong.”

These words dealt a heavy blow to Tang Wutong.

She has memories of entering the virtual world in the past.

But that one time was the only exception.

In her memory, she fell asleep in the living room of her home, and then her memory was cut off. When she woke up, she was in the "stomach" of the virtual world, and her consciousness had been extracted.

She thought the unconsciousness was caused by the extraction of that wisp of divine consciousness.

But Wang Dong told her that in order to protect Wang Dong's consciousness, An Zhen placed Wang Dong's consciousness in the virtual world.

Although admitting this meant admitting she wasn't Wang Dong, Tang Wutong felt An Zhen should do it this way. After all, An Zhen always considered things very thoroughly, and for such a big matter, she wouldn't allow Wang Dong's consciousness to be in a potentially dangerous situation.

Could it be that what Mom said was false?

after this.

Wang Dong asked Tang Wutong what her childhood memories were like. Tang Wutong recounted them.

Just then, Anzhen's figure suddenly appeared in the room.

"An Zhen!" Wang Dong lunged forward, hanging his entire body on An Zhen, his pink-blue eyes turning back to look at Tang Wutong warily.

"Waaah..." Tang Wutong, looking dejected, pitifully reached out her hand, but suddenly realized that she didn't seem to be the real Wang Dong, so she withdrew her hand in the end. Then she hugged her knees and curled up on the sofa, looking aggrieved, like an abandoned kitten.

"How did the communication go?" Anzhen asked.

Wang Dong nodded slightly, "Most of the discussions have been completed."

Wang Dong told An Zhen about the method they had just discussed for distinguishing who the real Wang Dong was.

After thinking for a moment, An Zhen said, "Tang Wutong has memories of entering the virtual world before. It should be because your consciousness and soul were closely integrated for a long time, storing the memories of your consciousness in your soul. At that time, Tang Wutong's consciousness appeared and read the memories in the soul. But she occupied the soul for a short time, and her childhood memories were not stored in the soul yet."

“If we’re going to use our method to determine who the real Wang Dong is,” Wang Dong said, “then let me put my memories into my soul, and then she can read them.”

"No need to bother."

Tang Wutong suddenly spoke up.

Curled up in a corner of the sofa, Tang Wutong looked at An Zhen with her beautiful eyes filled with longing, sincerity, and a touch of reluctance. A sad smile appeared on her face. "Let An Zhen show me what the real Wang Dong looked like in the virtual world during that time. I trust An Zhen. She will never make a mistake in distinguishing the real Wang Dong from the real one."

An Zhen looked at Wang Dong.

"That's settled then," Wang Dong said.

“That’s one thing,” Anzhen said. “There’s another thing…”

Anzhen talked about creating another body using a rubbing.

“Then…” Wang Dong began, “I want a new one—”

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Tang Wutong's words.

Wang Dong felt that a new body would be more suitable for her. Although that body was slightly inferior to the original, it was, after all, originally Tang Wutong's. This body belonged to Tang San and Xiao Wu's daughter, and they recognized Tang Wutong, not him, Wang Dong.

"No way," Tang Wutong interrupted, the previously pitiful girl suddenly becoming firm. "This body carries the intimate memories of my past with An Zhen. It's the body of Wang Dong, whom An Zhen loved. Whoever is the real Wang Dong, this body belongs to him!"

Then she added, "This is my body, and I have the right to make my own decisions."

Wang Dong looked at An Zhen.

An Zhen said, "These are your bodies, you can make your own decisions, I won't interfere."

"Okay." Wang Dong nodded gently. She didn't care; she was fine with either body.

An Zhen showed Wang Dong footage of his previous time in the virtual world.

Tang Wutong stared intently, and the more she looked, the paler her beautiful face became, her expression shifting from disbelief to sadness, and finally to despair.

"Waaah..." This time, there was no loud crying or fussing. Tang Wutong hugged her knees, curled up in a corner of the sofa, and sobbed softly. She had no memory of these things.

The other party is the real Wang Dong.

She's a fake; Anzhen doesn't like her.

So all the beautiful memories we had in the past belong to someone else.

Anzhen blinked.

Cried?

Is this a sign of facing reality?
There was no fighting or horseplay.

Of course, An Zhen had no intention of gloating, nor was there anything to gloat about. She was simply somewhat surprised by Tang Wutong's personality. However, this wasn't mentioned in the original novel, since this wasn't the later "stitched-together version of Tang Wutong," but rather the original little princess from the divine realm. The original novel only mentioned her as a little witch and mischievous.

“Then next…” An Zhen looked at Wang Dong.

"Let her calm down first," Wang Dong said. After all, she had suffered such a heavy blow. If it were her, and she found out that An Zhen, whom she loved so much, didn't like Wang Dong, and that all the sweet and beautiful memories of the past weren't hers, she wouldn't be able to bear it either.

“Yes.” An Zhen nodded. “However, Da Ming and Er Ming will be here soon.”

“Second Uncle…” Wang Dong murmured softly, then suddenly stopped, and the light in her beautiful eyes dimmed.

Those weren't her eldest or second uncle.

She is not the Tang Wutong they care about.

Previously, there might have been a misunderstanding, but now that Tang Wutong has appeared, the witness is right here.

An Zhen glanced at Tang Wutong, who was still reeling from the shock she had just received and hadn't heard what she had said, or at least hadn't reacted to it at all.

Anzhen gently stroked Wang Dong's head and cheeks, and lightly kissed the girl's cherry lips.

"What are you doing?" Wang Dong said coquettishly, a blissful smile appearing on her cheeks.

"You should rest here for a bit," Anzhen said. "I'll handle things outside."

Tang Wutong suffered a major blow. Wang Dong felt the same way. Her parents, whom she longed to reunite with, and her uncles who treated her like family, were no longer her family; they didn't care about her.

One lost a lover who had been by their side for many years, and the other lost a family member who had been by their side since childhood.

"Mmm." Wang Dong gently rubbed An Zhen's cheek like a kitten.

……

Poseidon Pavilion.

An Zhen said calmly, "It came later than I expected."

"Who?" Yan Shaozhe's expression froze for a moment. Did they have guests today?
“Two lackeys of Tang San, the Sea God.” An Zhen stood up and said.

Yan Shaozhe, Xian Lin'er: ?
Tang San, the Sea God... is he a lackey?

Why does it seem like my junior brother is hostile towards the Sea God?

The world.

Anzhen's figure appeared on the northern city wall of Shrek City.

After a few seconds.

Two incredibly fierce auras rushed straight towards Shrek City like tigers crossing a river. The terrifying aura had reached the limit of the mortal realm, and even stepped halfway into the realm of true gods. The ferocious aura made all beasts bow their heads.

"You two." An Zhen gripped an ice-blue longsword, her divine sense locking onto the two figures. "No passage ahead."

Seeing that the two figures showed no sign of stopping, An Zhen raised her long sword and swung it gently. The sharp sword energy, carrying the extreme cold power, flew several kilometers away in the blink of an eye, and together with the bone-chilling cold, it struck the two figures.

An Zhen narrowed her eyes and said in a cold voice, "This is just a warning."

The swirling snowflakes resembled a massive avalanche, instantly engulfing the two figures. A cyan and brownish-yellow light shone forth, radiating terrifying energy fluctuations. The three energies collided, revealing two figures whose auras were intact, but whose clothes were disheveled.

"Ultimate Ice!" A dazzling azure light emanated from Niu Tian's body, forcing out the extreme cold power that had tried to invade his body. "Who are you!"

"Where did this brat come from, daring to block my way?" Titan pounded his muscular chest with both fists, his blood boiling, like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. He was about to rush forward and teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

Previously.

The last place they sensed the presence of divine consciousness was in the atmosphere, close to space.

After going through a lot of trouble, they still couldn't find anything or contact Tang San, so they decided to try their luck at Shrek Academy to see if Wu Tong was there.

Titan transformed into a streak of brownish-yellow light and shot out, appearing like a giant ape charging forward like a mountain. His terrifying blood and qi, mixed with brownish-yellow energy, blasted a punch at An Zhen.

However, to Niu Tian Titan's astonishment, An Zhen showed no intention of dodging or using other soul skills. An incredibly powerful blood energy erupted from An Zhen's body like a raging torrent, making him resemble a humanoid prehistoric beast. Strands of extremely dense blood-red energy swirled around An Zhen's body, and even a slight movement of it caused the surrounding space to crack and shatter like a mirror.

(End of this chapter)