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

Chapter 939 Huo Yuhao: "Tang Wutong, I will never forgive you"

The light was still on in the window of a guest room on the second floor of the villa.

Tang Wutong sat at the desk by the window, a blank notebook open in front of her, a pen in her hand, but she didn't put pen to paper for a long time.

She looked out the window at the starry sky. Some of the twinkling lights were stars, some were distant soul-guided satellites, and some might be faint light refracted from the universe by gods drifting through it.

Ten thousand years ago, when the realm of gods still existed, the starry sky was not like this.

The nights then will be clearer, and the starlight will be gentler.

When she was still Wang Dong... no, she should be Wang Dong'er, before he defected from Shrek Academy, Huo Yuhao, who was being criticized by everyone, was only chosen by Wang Dong'er to comfort him.

At that time, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong'er were still good friends... Although it was Wang Dong'er's unrequited love, Huo Yuhao was still trying to accept that Wang Dong'er was a woman.

That night, Huo Yuhao pointed in the direction of Scorpio and told her that there was an asteroid called Dong'er Star there, which he had marked with his mental power. He said that no matter where she was in the universe, as long as she found that star, she could find her way home.

She actually went to look for it later.

During her wandering years in the divine realm, swept away by the turbulent currents of time and space, on countless lonely nights, she gazed up at the unfamiliar starry sky, trying to find the star that belonged only to her among countless points of light.

But she couldn't find it.

Perhaps the celestial bodies have shifted, perhaps the spiritual imprint left by Huo Yuhao has dissipated, or perhaps that star only ever existed in the boy's promise, rather than in the real universe.

Originally... she was supposed to be with Huo Yuhao back then.

If none of this had happened, if Shrek Academy hadn't kicked Huo Yuhao out...

But does life really offer so many "what ifs"?

Tang Wutong gave a wry smile, finally lowered her head, and wrote the first line in her notebook:

To you ten thousand years from now—

The pen paused, and the ink spread into a small patch of deep blue on the paper.

She continued writing, her handwriting gradually becoming more fluent from the initial hesitation, and finally even carrying an almost reckless force:
"I don't know if you'll ever see these words again. I don't know how we'll meet again a month from now. I don't know if there will be a familiar light in your eyes when that sword is pointed at you."

But I have to tell you something.

"It's not about making excuses for something from ten thousand years ago, it's not about seeking forgiveness, and it's not even about making you understand."

"But... I must say."

"I didn't know the whole truth about what my father did to you until the moment before the God Realm was blown away by the spacetime turbulence."

He said it was a 'necessary test,' something 'to make you a true strong person.' I believed him—because I was used to believing him, just as you used to believe me. We used to be good friends, right?

"Back then, I was still Wang Dong'er, not Tang Wutong..."

"This is my sin."

"Later I wanted to find you, to tell you that I knew I was wrong. But the realm of gods was gone, and the spacetime turbulence tore apart all coordinates."

"I drifted in the universe for three thousand years before I finally sensed the aura of Douluo Star. By then, the war in the Crimson Domain had been going on for three thousand years, and you had turned yourself into a living monument, a prisoner guarding Douluo Star."

"I'm afraid to see you, but I really want to see you. It's a contradiction, isn't it?"

"It's not because I'm afraid you'll hate me, but because... I don't know what identity I should have when I stand before you. Am I Tang Wutong? Am I Wang Dong'er?"

"Or is he just... an insignificant old friend who arrived years too late?"

"So I switched to swordsmanship. I thought, if I could become strong enough, strong enough to stand beside you instead of behind you, strong enough to share the heavy burden on your shoulders."

"Then perhaps I can regain the right to look you in the eye."

"That's childish, isn't it?"

"Just as naive as that girl who chased after you and pestered you on the Lake of Poseidon ten thousand years ago."

At this point, Tang Wutong's pen suddenly stopped.

She stared at the words on the paper for a very long time.

Then, she reached out and slowly tore that page from the notebook.

There were no folds, no treasures.

She simply walked to the window, opened it, and held the paper out into the night breeze.

The next second, golden flames rose from her palm and instantly engulfed the paper.

The flames burned quietly and swiftly; in just a few seconds, the ink stains, the suppressed voices of millennia, turned into fine ash, drifting away with the wind into the depths of the night.

She didn't need anyone to see these things. These words were meant for her own ears.

It is a belated, self-judgmental period for Tang Wutong, who is trapped in ten thousand years of time.

The window was closed again.

The woman turned around, the last trace of hesitation in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a clear, almost chilling determination.

She is who she is, she is herself.

It's time to say goodbye to myself from the past ten thousand years.

……

The night is getting darker.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao, who was meditating at the former site of Shrek Academy, frowned.

His spiritual power extends across the globe, and he is fully aware of everything that happens on the Douluo Continent.

Therefore, he naturally saw the letter that Tang Wutong was supposed to write to him.

He already knew the contents, but he didn't know why Tang Wutong ultimately chose to tear it up and burn it.

Huo Yuhao remained silent for a long time before finally sighing.

In the end, he and Tang Wutong were destined to be apart.

If Shrek Academy hadn't driven him away back then, and hadn't destroyed his soul power and the Mysterious Heaven Technique he cultivated, perhaps he could have truly achieved a happy ending with her.

Give him enough time, and he can gradually accept Wang Dong'er's true gender.

Unfortunately... it was all too late.

Now his heart is filled with the tender care that the oranges give him.

Without oranges, there would be no Huo Yuhao today.

Huo Yuhao will always remember that day, everything Tang San did, and how Shrek Academy treated him.

Tang Wutong, I will never, ever, ever forgive you.

Huo Yuhao's thoughts returned, and he continued meditating.

There is less than a month left.

The calm before the storm is being gradually shattered by quietly emerging undercurrents.

……

A month later.

The site of Shrek Castle.

The wind loses its direction here, only able to swirl along the cracked ground, stirring up fine, bone-white dust.
That was the dust from the glory and tragedy that once belonged to Shrek Academy.

The sky hung low, the clouds were iron-gray, so thick they seemed ready to collapse at any moment, burying this ruin that held so many memories.

Lu Jun's shoes stepped on a broken stele with half of the words "Sea God" engraved on it.

The inscription has been blurred by wind erosion, but the last stroke of the character "神" (god) still stubbornly points to the gloomy sky, as if questioning or praying.

He stopped and looked up.

In the center of the ruins, the figure still sat cross-legged.

Her long blue hair cascaded over her shoulders, swaying gently in the still air.

That wasn't the wind moving; it was ripples formed by the natural overflow of overwhelming spiritual power.

His eyes were closed, and his thick eyelashes cast two raven-feather-like shadows on his pale face.

He was wearing the simplest dark blue cloth clothes, the fabric of which was worn to the point of being almost transparent, yet one could see the faint golden patterns flowing beneath the fabric.

Those are traces of divine power naturally manifesting on the body's surface after the divine power has completely merged with the physical body.

Huo Yuhao.

A legend from ten thousand years ago, a Night's Watchman for six thousand years, now an Avenger returning from a long imprisonment.

Lu Jun placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, about to face this legendary figure directly.

(End of this chapter)