Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Lu Jun watched this bizarre scene with a strange expression, thinking to himself:

"Could it be that my ninth soul skill unintentionally stimulated Chen Xinjie's suppressed soul?"

Everyone then suddenly came to their senses.

Tang San was able to break through the limitations of the plane and descend to the mortal realm precisely because he used Chen Xinjie's body as a vessel.

Now, under Lu Jun's momentary eternal impact involving time and soul, coupled with Tang San's own mental and physical injuries and greatly reduced control, Chen Xinjie's original will, which had been suppressed, has actually awakened!

Chen Xinjie's voice gradually became agitated, filled with resentment at being deceived and betrayed:
"The Sea God family you personally established... the cultivation secrets you bestowed upon us that seem to lead to godhood... could it all be... could it all be just a huge conspiracy to deceive us?"

"You just want to use us... all your believers as sacrifices to achieve your own eternity?!"

Faced with Chen Xinjie's soul-searching interrogation, Tang San's angry right face twisted in an attempt to regain control, but the will of Chen Xinjie on his left face remained exceptionally stubborn.

He wanted to destroy Chen Xinjie, but then he suddenly realized something.

That is, in order to descend into Chen Xinjie's body, Tang San poured a large amount of his power into Chen Xinjie's body and then transformed everything about him into his own!
Now, Chen Xinjie is a part of him, so how could he possibly destroy a part of himself?
So, this raises a problem.

Chen Xinjie is like a virus; no matter how you try to remove him, he can't be killed—he's become a bug!

Realizing this, Tang San's cold, indifferent voice, tinged with undisguised sarcasm, finally rang out again. This voice seemed to be the product of a clash between the wills of his right and left cheeks, filled with an eerie emphasis:
"if not?"

Those three simple words, like the gavel of final judgment, shattered Chen Xinjie's hopes and those of anyone who might still harbor a sliver of illusion about this sea god.

The sarcasm in his tone grew stronger, as if he were mocking a naive child's unrealistic fantasies:

“Your Sea God family, from top to bottom, from bloodline to soul, your value is limited to this.”

"Have you never used your minds, blinded by faith, to think simply?"

His voice carried a condescending, cruelly gleeful quality, as if dissecting ants:

"Why, why is it that your family, which isn't blessed with extraordinary talent generation after generation, always seems to be favored by fate, producing at least one person like you, Chen Xinjie, in each generation who eventually cultivates to the so-called highest level of cultivation in the Douluo Continent, the Limit Douluo?"

"Is it because your bloodline is special? Or is it because the cultivation techniques you have inherited are truly unparalleled on the continent?"

Tang San sneered, his laughter sharp and piercing.

"No, none of that! It's all because of your faith in me!"

"It is I, the deity who holds the power over the seas and reigns supreme in the realm of gods!"

He spoke as if stating a perfectly simple fact, his tone filled with the arrogance of a benefactor:

"It was I who guided you from the shadows. It was I who generously bestowed a tiny bit of divine favor upon you at what you call your bottleneck moments, enabling you to reach the pinnacle generation after generation."

"It is I who have brought about the glory and status of the Sea God family for ten thousand years, not your own pitiful efforts and talents!"

"As for your devout faith, your tireless prayers day and night, the magnificent temples you built by exhausting your family's resources..." Tang San's voice grew increasingly cold, like a final verdict, "Their value is merely to exchange for my occasional, capricious acts of charity. And now..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the menacing Lu Jun and the others around him, then turning to the fiercely resisting will within Chen Xinjie's body, filled with extreme disgust and impatience: "You, along with your disobedient body, have no value to me whatsoever!"

"Especially you, Chen Xinjie!"

Tang San's voice suddenly rose, filled with furious anger at being defied and biting sarcasm:
"Do you think your struggle right now is heroic? Tragic? Do you think your ant-like resistance can change anything?"

"Ridiculous! Futile! Utterly useless!"

"You are nothing more than a shell in which I temporarily reside after I came into this world, a tool that I can dispose of at will and discard at any time!"

"If you're using a tool, you must be aware of its importance!"

"What you need to do now is to cooperate with me obediently and let me use this power of the God-King to complete the self-destruction, Chen Xinjie!"

At this moment, something deep within Chen Xinjie's soul seemed to shatter completely and irrevocably with Tang San's incredibly hurtful words.

He could almost hear the deafening crash of his faith collapsing, and feel the emptiness of the spiritual pillar that had sustained him throughout his life turning to dust.

A faith passed down for millennia, a family creed, a personal commitment...

Everything seemed so absurd and laughable in the face of Tang San's blatant and undisguised exploitation and contempt.

So easily defeated.

Chen Xinjie's consciousness gradually sank into a deathly silence of despair, a coldness deeper than death itself.

He could almost see the devout kneeling figures of his ancestors, the earnest gaze of his father holding his hand tightly before his death, entrusting him with the protection of his faith, and his own unwavering devotion in burning incense and praying before the statue of the sea god day and night...

All these scenes, imbued with the blood, tears, and hopes of their families, ultimately amounted to nothing more than a light, fleeting value in Tang San's words, and no value whatsoever.

"……I see."

Chen Xinjie's voice rang out again, no longer a struggle, no longer a question, but a calm after the death of his heart, a calm that was filled with despair. Beneath this calm was a surging sorrow and a resolute awakening.

"For thousands of years... our family of the sea god has worshipped you, burning incense and praying day and night, regarding you as our only faith, our refuge, and our spiritual pillar."

His voice seemed to come from an ancient tomb, carrying the dust of time and the bitterness of disillusionment.

"The ancient texts passed down from our ancestors are filled with your kindness and protection. They say you are the guardian of Douluo Continent, the monarch of the ocean, and the ever-burning guiding light for our Sea God family."

"For this faith, our family members have followed one after another, even at the cost of their lives, to uphold your majesty, and even if it means exhausting all the resources accumulated by our family, to build the most magnificent temple to enshrine your divine tablet..."

“We believed that this was an act of honor, a step closer to the sacred…”

His voice began to tremble slightly, suppressing immense pain:
"But in the end, you say that this is all we are worth?"

"Only fit to be a tool and anchor point that you can use and discard at will?"

“My father… on his deathbed, he held my hand tightly, his breath weak but his determination unwavering, urging me to uphold my faith in the Sea God, saying it was the foundation of our family’s millennia-long legacy, the very basis of our existence in this world…” (End of Chapter)