Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

The weather is calm and sunny.

Nothing happened.

Well, it's nothing serious.

At least that's true for Anzhen.

In the western seas of the empire, on a massive warship, An Zhen sat leisurely by the side of the ship, casually tearing apart a priceless spiritual herb with his hands, watching a group of demonic great white shark cubs, each larger than an ordinary shark, scramble for it below.

"How are you feeling?" Anzhen asked casually.

Beside them stood a robust old man who showed no signs of aging. He appeared to be an ordinary person, yet the power flowing within him was far greater than that of the sea beneath them.

It was none other than Kong Deming, the Empire's chief level 10 Soul Master.

Or it should be called a true god-level soul master.

An Zhen was somewhat surprised by this. Aside from her own girls with profound backgrounds, she hadn't expected that the first person outside to break through the divine level threshold wouldn't be Elder Mu, but rather Kong Deming who had surpassed him. Elder Mu, on the other hand, was still in seclusion at the First Imperial University. When An Zhen left the Divine Realm, she took the opportunity to transplant many precious divine-level spiritual plants from the Forest of Life, some of which were planted within the First Imperial University, creating a life-simulating environment very suitable for cultivation.

“It gives me a feeling of boundless freedom,” Kong Deming replied.

It felt as if I was no longer a frog in a well, only able to glimpse a sliver of the world's truth, but for the first time truly experiencing the vastness of the world and the immensity of the boundless universe. There was an irresistible urge to continue exploring this vast world.

"Calm down your excitement first." An Zhen continued fishing like a fisherman, speaking calmly, "Consolidating your cultivation is the most important thing. This time I came back from the God Realm with a lot of divine-grade metals. You can try to explore them on your own and try to upgrade your level 10 soul tool."

"In addition, there are some habitable planets near Douluo Star that are suitable for human habitation. It would be appropriate to include those planets in the future territory of the empire. We need to put the development of spaceships on the agenda as soon as possible. Although I can directly bring many humans over and conquer those planets, humanity still needs to move forward step by step. Otherwise, it would be like pulling up seedlings to help them grow."

"Yes," Kong Deming said respectfully.

He broke through the threshold of godhood very smoothly.

From a certain perspective, after fusing his martial soul with his soul tool to create his level ten soul tool, he already possessed the potential to become a god. However, limited by the world at that time, his level ten soul tool could not truly become a divine artifact. Now that the divine seal on the world has been lifted, with the support of An Zhen's resources, his level ten soul tool, the Silver Moon Divine Light Shield, has officially advanced to a true divine artifact. His own life level has also benefited from the feedback he received because his martial soul became part of the divine artifact, thus naturally becoming a god-level powerhouse.

From a certain perspective, his aptitude for soul tools is absolutely god-like, surpassing even the aptitude of Elder Mu and Elder Xuan in martial soul cultivation.

In the original story, he was born at the wrong time. If he had disappeared from the Douluo God Realm during the period when Tang Hao, who had become the master of the plane, was asleep, he might have truly become the first being in the Douluo plane to ascend to godhood based on his own strength since the first Sea God and Angel God.

“Oh, right.” An Zhen suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Kong Deming.

"It's time to remove that mental imprint within you."

In order to control the Sun Moon Empire, he planted spiritual imprints in the spiritual seas of almost all high-level soul masters and important officials to control them.

Later, with the establishment of the World Empire, this matter was gradually overlooked.

"This..." Kong Deming seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

"I think it's unnecessary."

"Why?" Anzhen asked.

Don't you want freedom?

“But Your Majesty has not restricted our freedom because of this,” Kong Deming replied. “Now, this spiritual mark is not a label of restriction or humiliation, but rather a symbol of honor, serving as proof of Your Majesty’s trust in us.”

“…” An Zhen remained silent.

What kind of weird habit is this?

Kong Deming continued, “Now, those who have been imprinted with your spirit by Your Majesty will consider themselves superior to other officials. After all, being imprinted with your spirit means that all our secrets do not exist in front of you. Such behavior will surely make them your most trusted confidants or even your loyal followers.”

"And that is indeed the case. Most of us hold key positions in important departments."

To be honest, Kong Deming is now very grateful for the choice he made back then.

The empire is now so perfect that he couldn't have imagined it back then.

The people live in peace and contentment, the empire is strong and prosperous, and everything is developing in a very positive direction.

The old men who had followed His Majesty in the past were not mistreated. Most of the ninth-level Soul Masters from back then have now become tenth-level Soul Masters, and they have a very high chance of becoming gods in the future, reaching heights unimaginable in the past. Even Xu Guozhong, who was anything but loyal and rose to power through resources, has touched the threshold of a tenth-level Soul Master. Several tenth-level Soul Masters have also emerged from the former Sun Moon Royal Family, and Xu Tianzhen is now practically indistinguishable from the Executive Vice Emperor.

"That does seem to make sense." An Zhen felt somewhat speechless.

But it is true.

After all, these people were completely under his control.

Furthermore, these individuals were originally capable. Otherwise, they wouldn't have held such important positions in the original Sun Moon Empire and wouldn't have been within the scope of An Zhen's spiritual imprint. Some of the incompetent individuals with connections were also eliminated by An Zhen long ago.

Complete mastery + capability.

He would naturally be placed in an important position by Anzhen.

An Zhen raised her hand to signal Kong Deming to step back.

the other side.

The little shark is returning home in glory.

Her petite figure somehow managed to walk with the imposing presence of someone over 4 meters tall.

Thanks to the tall woman beside them, who resembled a maid and was composed entirely of brilliant golden metal with a sea-blue aura reminiscent of the ocean. She was none other than the spirit of the Trident of Poseidon.

Then, the mother is kind and the daughter is filial.

The Sea God's Trial has been initiated. With the help of the Sea God's Trident, Dong Qianqiu directly used the Sea God's Trident to defeat the Demon Soul Great White Shark, Xiao Bai.

“Mother, you are old now. From now on, I will be the king of the tribe.”

Enraged, Little White the Great White Shark wanted to give this filial daughter a good beating to make her childhood more complete. But now, she could no longer do that.

"What exactly happened?" Xiaobai was quite puzzled.

Why does my daughter have the aura of the sea god and hold the sea god's trident?

Then Dong Qianqiu told his mother what had happened: the Sea God Tang San and Xiao Wu died, the God Realm was in a great war, and the first Sea God Poseidon was killed instantly.

The Great White Shark, Little White, had a complex expression in its eyes.

Her owner, who called her Little Whitey, is gone.

He was still killed instantly by his own daughter's man with Poseidon's Trident.

The human she believed to be the successor of the sea god had killed two generations of sea gods.

But her own daughter will be the future sea goddess.

Xiaobai had mixed feelings. She had a feeling that she had really gotten old.

After a while, unable to resist Dong Qianqiu's persistent pleading, An Zhen recruited the Demon Soul Great White Shark clan and established a Great White Shark Legion to facilitate ocean exploration, giving these Demon Soul Great White Sharks a government job and a formal organization.

Anyway, it was just a tiny bit of resources that spilled out from between his fingers.

the other side.

Mingdu.

Mingdu No. 4 Law Enforcement Bureau.

The deputy director of the law enforcement bureau, a middle-aged man in his fifties, stared blankly at the beautiful woman in front of him who bore an uncanny resemblance to one of the imperial concubines beside His Majesty. His legs nearly gave way. Who was the fool who captured this woman?!

However, thinking of his responsibilities, the deputy director still picked up the completed form in front of him with trembling hands.

"You're Tang Wutong, right?"

Thankfully, their surname isn't Wang.

Let me see. The reason they were brought back is because they worshipped the evil god Tang San at home.

“Miss Tang,” the deputy director said, his tone becoming more relaxed, “you should know that the Sea God Tang San was listed as an evil god by the Empire. Although he has been defeated and killed by His Majesty, the Empire still strictly prohibits the worship of evil gods.”

"Feel sorry."

"Since this is your first offense, you won't be detained this time. Just pay a fine of 10 gold soul coins."

The slender woman with long, light blue hair reaching her waist quickly left the law enforcement bureau. Time had left many marks on this former princess of the divine realm; her former arrogance and willfulness had long since vanished without a trace, replaced by a growing strength and a somewhat pitiful sense of brokenness, as if she had experienced some major upheaval.

Leaving the law enforcement bureau, within the Mingdu Sixth Ring Road area, Tang Wutong returned to her home, a small villa with a small garden. Pushing open the door, she saw a middle-aged woman carefully arranging a previously overturned memorial tablet, clearly inscribed with the name Tang San. Besides this, two other memorial tablets were already in place, one inscribed with Ah Yin's name and the other with Tang Hao's. This middle-aged woman was none other than Xiao Wu. However, compared to the beautiful woman who once exuded captivating charm, this figure now had a few strands of gray in her long brown hair, a slightly hunched posture, and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Although she still possessed a certain allure, she undeniably showed signs of aging.

Gods, of course, do not age.

But Xiao Wu is no longer a deity.

"Mom," Tang Wutong grabbed Xiaowu's wrist, "they won't let us put this up."

Xiao Wu's body trembled. She lowered her head, her former arrogance completely gone. "Why? Even though Third Brother has already been killed by him, why does he still want to kill us all like this?"

Tang Wutong remained silent, gently patting Xiao Wu's back and using her soul power to heal Xiao Wu's body. To exterminate them completely? Did they really need to be exterminated in their current state?

He doesn't care at all!

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so easily dismissed back then.

To this day, Tang Wutong still remembers that day twenty years ago.

That was also the last time she saw him up close.

After her father was killed, she, her mother, and her grandparents were released. They were given the identities of citizens of the empire, their grandparents' and mother's cultivation was destroyed, leaving them with only the remaining lifespans of normal middle-aged and young adults, before being casually banished.

Then I never paid them any more attention.

As the only one with cultivation, she shouldered the heavy responsibility of supporting the family. With her high-level Soul Master cultivation, she found an easy and high-paying teaching job at a prestigious academy.

Over the past twenty years, due to the grief of losing her son and her frail, ordinary body, Grandma was the first to succumb to the ravages of time and passed away a few years ago. Grandpa followed closely behind. Now, the entire family consists only of her and Mom.

Twenty years.

It was a long time for Tang Wutong.

Twenty years can change a lot, but some things remain unchanged.

"Tongtong." Xiaowu looked at Tang Wutong, her red eyes looking as if she had just cried, full of exhaustion.

"Let's go, let's leave Mingdu, even if it's just to find a deserted island."

Tang Wutong gently shook her head and gave her reason, "Mom, your body is too weak, you can't leave Mingdu's advanced medical facilities."

Xiao Wu gazed at Tang Wutong intently, as if trying to etch her image into her mind forever. She sighed softly, "Okay, we won't leave."

at this time.

"puff--"

A mouthful of scarlet blood suddenly spurted from Xiao Wu's mouth, and she abruptly collapsed into the arms of the panicked Tang Wutong.

three days later.

At Tang Wutong's home.

Having been informed of Xiao Wu's true identity, the Healing Immortal Douluo, who had already reached the pinnacle of his abilities, gently shook his head. "Her physical weakness stems from her mental illness. Even though I can regenerate severed limbs, I cannot cure the illness in her heart."

"Tongtong," Xiaowu called out weakly from her bed.

With tears streaming down her face, Tang Wutong tightly gripped the wrist of her only remaining relative, crying out, "Mom!"

"Don't cry." Xiao Wu forced a smile. "Mom should have gone with your father many years ago, but I couldn't bear to leave you."

She gently brushed away the tear stains on Tang Wutong's face with her fingertips, her eyes filled with a complex expression, as well as regret and reluctance. "Promise Mom not to resent anyone because of this. Just treat it as starting all over again, and live a good and happy life, just for yourself."

Her voice grew weaker and weaker until that last glimmer of life completely vanished.

a few days later.

Tang Wutong knelt in the backyard, her skirt covered in mud, showing none of her former delicate appearance. Her long pink and blue hair was messy, and her beautiful eyes were red from crying.

She buried her last remaining loved ones with her own hands.

A strong wind picked up from the gloomy sky, and rain mixed with tears streamed down Tang Wutong's face.

“My mother always knew why I didn’t want to leave Mingdu.”

Her choked voice sounded like she was talking to herself, or perhaps she was confiding in someone else.

"She wanted me to forget the hatred of killing my father, to forget that I was Tang San and Xiao Wu's daughter, and to be able to be happy and carefree with the person I love."

"But, but how can I forget!"

Tang Wutong stood up, her slender figure appearing particularly lonely in the night.

"Anzhen, I love you."

"An Zhen, I hate you!" (End of Chapter)