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

Upon hearing this, Tang Wutong was struck dumb, as if by lightning.

The pain of a soul being torn apart?
She desperately tried to search her memory for relevant fragments, but her memories of her childhood in the divine realm and the period of her soul's division were completely blank.

It was as if someone had used the most brutal means to completely erase it, leaving only some carefully edited, blurry, beautiful images.

"Heh, let's not even talk about you, the older sister."

Looking at her bewildered and struggling expression, Lu Jun's tone became even more sarcastic, even carrying a hint of amusement.

“Even your own younger brother, Tang Wulin, the son of the God King, had his innate powerful origin destroyed by your good father.”

At this point, Lu Jun almost burst into laughter, his laughter echoing in the secret room, filled with undisguised sarcasm:

"I really have to admire you. It is such a blessing to be Tang San's child. So blessed that my soul is about to be torn in two, one half for a marriage alliance and the other for seizing your destiny."

"So much happiness that even the son's very essence was destroyed by his own father, all for that illusory plan to cultivate the Golden Dragon King's bloodline. And what was the result? Haha, truly a double loss; in the end, the Golden Dragon King's bloodline still fell into the hands of the Silver Dragon King."

"Shut up! Shut up! I told you to shut up, didn't you hear me?!"

Tang Wutong completely lost control, struggling excitedly as she tried to pounce on Lu Jun, but was held back tightly by the heavy chains binding her, making a loud clanging sound.

The runes on the chains burst forth with dazzling light, and the powerful sealing force ruthlessly suppressed all her resistance.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she screamed at the top of her lungs:
"You're talking nonsense! Father isn't like that at all. He's a great god, and everything he does is to protect Douluo Continent, for an even greater goal!"

"guard?"

Lu Jun's voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap, carrying a deafening power that fiercely impacted Tang Wutong's faltering beliefs.

"What he has always protected is the unchallengeable rules he himself set, his supreme divine authority that regards all living beings as ants."

He pressed on relentlessly, listing irrefutable facts:

"Back then, in order to make Shrek Academy the only benchmark on the continent, he did not hesitate to use divine power to secretly interfere with the continent's structure and suppress other forces."

"Now, in order to curb the development of federal technology and prevent the power of mortals from threatening the rule of the gods, he condones, or even instigates, you to support the Green Skull organization, which has stirred up a bloodbath in the Eastern Continent and harmed countless innocent lives. Is this what you call protection?"

Lu Jun's gaze, like a burning flame, was fixed on Tang Wutong's pale and trembling face:

"How much blood and sweat have the Green Skulls, whom you personally nurtured, exploited in the Eastern Continent? How many families' hopes have they destroyed?"

"Those souls who perished under the fire of soul-guided cannons, those ordinary people who were displaced and lost their homes because of you—weren't they living beings of the Douluo Continent? Didn't they deserve to be protected?"

"If Tang San truly cared about this continent, and truly cared about you, his daughter, he wouldn't have let you stain your hands with the blood of innocent people, wouldn't have let you do these foolish things that angered both heaven and man, and wouldn't have lingered like a coward after you were captured and lost all your dignity."

Tang Wutong's body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, not because of the coldness of the chains, nor because of fear, but because Lu Jun's words, like heavy hammer blows, shattered the fortress of faith she had always relied on for survival, revealing the unbearable cracks and emptiness within.

She recalled how, when she supported Green Skull according to her father's hints or tacit approval, Tang San never explicitly objected, and even occasionally praised her growth.

She recalled the many times she had faced perilous situations, her life hanging by a thread, when the legendary, all-powerful love of her father never materialized into a timely rescue.

She had always lived in a world of lies she had woven herself, a world she had been deliberately guided to create, intoxicated by the halo of being the daughter of a god-king, believing that all her actions carried her father's expectations and approval, and that she was fulfilling a sacred mission. But now, Lu Jun's words were like a cold and sharp scalpel, mercilessly dissecting this gorgeous and hypocritical cloak, laying bare the bloody truth of exploitation and indifference before her.

"No...that's not how it is...you're lying to me..."

She shook her head, her eyes unfocused and untrained, her voice weak as if she were talking in her sleep, or perhaps she was engaging in a final, futile act of self-deception and comfort.

"Father...he must have his own reasons...he must have..."

"The reason?"

Seeing her crumbling, distraught state, Lu Jun's tone softened somewhat, but within that softening lay a deeper, undeniable penetrating power:

"Perhaps he really has his own difficulties and his own high-sounding reasons. But that does not change the fact that he is using you and treating you as a tool to achieve his goals."

"It cannot conceal his cold-blooded nature of believing in divine authority and regarding mortal life as worthless."

His voice became strong and clear again:

"And it will never change the fact that you, Tang Wutong, as the biological daughter of God King Tang San, had your soul torn apart by his own hands and used as a bargaining chip."

"Your younger brother, Tang Wulin, had his origin destroyed by his own hands and was used as a pawn. This is the most real and most tragic position you two siblings hold in the heart of that great father."

Lu Jun's words were like knives, heavy as mountains, relentlessly slashing at Tang Wutong's heart, which had already been fortified by her established beliefs.

The cracks, subtle yet real, spread out.

Her pearly teeth were set deep into her pale lower lip, and a faint sweetness filled her mouth, barely maintaining her crumbling dignity.

However, her uncontrollably trembling body, and the clanging and groaning of the chains that followed, revealed the turmoil within her heart.

"Lies...you made them all up."

Tang Wutong's voice was broken and tearful as she stubbornly retorted, as if a drowning person was grasping at the last straw.

"How could my father have hurt me in the slightest? Those blank memories are the best proof. It was you, it was you who seduced me into betrayal!"

"blank?"

Lu Jun's lips curled into a cold smile as he took a step forward, an invisible pressure spreading out like a tide.

"That's not blank; it's a scar that was forcibly removed. Since Tang San can tear your soul apart, he naturally has ways to make you forget that excruciating pain, leaving only what he has carefully selected as so-called compassion."

His voice seemed to possess a kind of magic that struck straight to the soul, penetrating the eardrums and reaching deep into the very marrow of the body:
"Think back carefully, did you always feel that a piece of your soul was missing when you were a child?"

Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night for no reason, feeling the phantom pain of your soul being torn apart?

"When witnessing ordinary father-daughter interactions, do you sometimes feel a strange sense of distance and alienation?" (End of Chapter)