Give Douluo a technological shock

Silent tears streamed down Wang Dong'er's face as she stared intently at Tang San, who was suspended in mid-air. Tang San, however, instinctively avoided her gaze, seemingly unwilling to look directly at her.

"Hehehe," Wang Dong'er laughed sadly, her heart clenching, and cried out to Tang San, "...In your heart...do you really consider me your daughter?"

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As soon as Wang Dong'er said those words, the surrounding air seemed to instantly become quiet.

Looking at Wang Dong'er with tears in her eyes, Tang San couldn't help but feel a pang of pity, but he remained silent.

"As far back as I can remember, I was raised by Uncle Niu Tian and Uncle Titan. My memories of my parents are only vague."

"Waaah!" Wang Dong'er collapsed helplessly into the warm soil, looking up and crying out, "So you raised me into Wang Dong'er with your own hands! Ahhh! I am Wang Dong'er! Father!"

"Father!"

The word 'father' suddenly caused Tang San to feel a sharp pain in his heart, and an indescribable sense of emptiness was engulfing him!

Tang San's expression changed drastically as various perspectives and views on self surged within him!

In his mind's eye, he seemed to hear the dead Huo Yuhao roaring angrily at him: Tang Wutong is dead! You killed her! Tang San!

In the hazy light, Chen Fu's figure seemed to appear in Tang San's field of vision. He was facing away from Tang San and backlit, and he just turned his head slightly and sighed softly: "Every new soul is a completely new individual. Tang San, I've been doing this for so many years, and I still don't understand?"

'No, no, no!'

Tang San clenched his fists, his face ashen. He kept refuting Chen Fu's theory of soul cognition in his mind, trying to convince himself!

But ideas are like rivers within a dam; once the dam breaks, they can never be stopped.

"In a sense, Chen Fu actually held back somewhat. However, Tang San himself insisted on bringing about this high-level epistemological attack."

Above the dazzling Star City, Chen Hong's calm voice quietly rang in the ears of Electrolux, who was standing still with a complex expression.

Electrolux gazed silently at the night sky in Tang San's direction. Huo Yuhao was dead? No, Huo Yuhao had been blasted into a mental state!

Originally intended as a temporary test for Huo Yuhao, it was supposed to end here. However, Wang Dong'er somehow discovered Tang San's trail ahead of time and chased after him, leaving Electrolux unsure whether to intervene and end this farce.

Chen Hong's words seemed to remind Electrox of something, and a flicker of something else flashed in his gray eyes before he sighed softly, "The realm of the soul is as black as ink and as deep as an abyss. My heart is fire, lamp, and light, and I especially fear the dissipation of that fire."

Xingdou's research on the soul was forcibly set in stone by Chen Fu and Electrolux. Everyone's understanding of the soul followed Chen Fu's theory, which prevented confusion from the outset and thus eliminated errors in cognition. In the field of soul research, which was full of 'idealism', it set up a beacon for everyone to return to.

However, no one told Tang San, who had become a monk later in life, these things. Perhaps in Tang San's eyes, his Xiao Qi was his Xiao Qi, and Wang Dong'er was also Xiao Qi. If Tang San had maintained this mindset, it would have been fine. But whether it was his earlier conversation with Huo Yuhao, where he was angered by Huo Yuhao's 'soul explosion theory,' or the subsequent events, everything was explaining a new theory of soul cognition to Tang San. Compared to his original, naive theory of cognition, the Star Dou theory of soul cognition, being more systematic and rational, would make Tang San subconsciously accept it.

Once Tang San begins to accept the Star Dou School's theory of soul cognition, it will almost certainly confirm one thing: he personally killed his own daughter, Tang Wutong.

This kind of thing is undoubtedly extremely terrifying.

"People's hearts are easily scattered," Chen Hong sighed inexplicably.

Coming to his senses, Electrolux, who was preparing to end the farce, said meaningfully in the three's internal chat channel: "So, I understand the operating principle of the thought imprint deep in Chen Fu's soul. It is a super epistemology that embodies the highest achievement in the soul realm of a civilization. People who are not firm in their self-awareness will be directly assimilated. That's outrageous."

Electrolux finally understood why Chen Fu's spirit and soul were able to control tens of millions of spiritual forces.

The cold night wind dried the tears on Wang Dong'er's face. She stared blankly at Tang San, who was silent in the air, and pleaded in a trembling voice, "So... I'm not Tang Wutong, then do you still consider me your daughter?"

"Or rather, for the sake of Tang Wutong, you will ultimately destroy 'Wang Dong'er'?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment, then froze and fell silent.

"Hehe." Wang Dong'er gave a bittersweet laugh. She looked at the dark night sky and blinked hard to keep the tears from spilling out.

Some darkness, if left unexplored, will never be noticed by many. Tang Wutong's resurrection will inevitably be accompanied by the fall of Wang Dong'er and Jin Lin's own will. For a simple example: Huo Yuhao loves Wang Dong'er, but Wang Dong'er is only a part of Tang Wutong.

Some might still see Tang Wutong as Wang Dong'er, but this perspective is an overly broadened one. For example, consider Chen Fu's alter ego, Chen Hong. If someone were to fall in love with Chen Hong, would Chen Fu then take over Chen Hong's romantic storyline? That's ridiculous! Chen Fu can only be Chen Fu! This is a primary-secondary relationship! An alter ego cannot overstep its bounds! All perceptions of an alter ego should not be applied to the original body!

Therefore, Wang Dong'er's problem has been basically solved.

Although Tang San still considers Wang Dong'er his "Little Seven" in his heart, he would still choose to revive "Little Seven" if given the chance, even if it means destroying Wang Dong'er.

In the past, no one had mentioned this kind of epistemology to Tang San, so he felt no psychological burden about doing such things. But now, although he admits that his understanding of many things is undergoing tremendous changes, he still subconsciously rejects his own mistakes.

"Hehe. So, my birth was really just a beautiful dream, wasn't it?"

Tang San's silence was deafening to Wang Dong'er. Although Tang San still regarded her as his daughter, if he had to choose between Tang Wutong and Wang Dong'er, he would still choose his 'biological daughter' Tang Wutong.

"My destiny was actually predetermined from the moment I was born, wasn't it?"

Wang Dong'er stared blankly at the dark night sky, coldly stating, "For me, fate has never been about me choosing fate, but rather fate choosing my life from birth to death."

"Father, oh, thinking about it, Yuhao and I were both victims of your struggles."

"I don't know how I survived in this predicament, thinking that as long as I remained silent and ran away, I could eke out a living in your struggle."

“But…” Wang Dong’er, her fingers pale with grief, pulled a still-warm handful of soil from the crater blasted by the Great Sumeru Hammer. Inside were a few fragments that looked like bone pieces. Holding it up to her face with a sorrowful expression, she said, “Silence and avoidance won’t solve anything.”

"Aside from the memories of Tang Wutong that you sealed away, my memories begin at Haotian Fortress."

A gentle glimmer of memory flashed in Wang Dong'er's gloomy eyes, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, as if she had remembered something interesting.

“My life began there: eating, cultivating, learning, playing. I am not an incarnation of anyone, nor a vessel for anyone.”

Silent tears streamed down Wang Dong'er's pale cheeks once more, and where the tears had flowed, traces of blood began to appear.

"But everything is ruined."

"Everything is ruined!"

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Wang Dong'er's hand, which was holding the soil, clenched tightly in an instant. The terrifying force directly crushed the warm soil, and at the same time, something that looked like a bone fragment in the soil pierced into Wang Dong'er's palm!

Stab it!

A large amount of blood instantly stained Wang Dong'er's hands crimson! But Wang Dong'er seemed oblivious, staring blankly at Tang San in the air, her eyes lifeless, and coldly uttered each word:

"You killed Huo Yuhao! You destroyed 'my' world! You are destroying everything 'I' own' little by little!"

"You've never truly acknowledged my existence from the bottom of your heart!"

Faced with Wang Dong'er's accusations, Tang San's face was gloomy, but he remained silent.

It wasn't until he saw a black Haotian Martial Soul summoning pattern, as dark as ink and as deep as the abyss, suddenly burst out behind Wang Dong'er, whose hands were covered in blood, that his expression subconsciously changed!

Pound! Pound! Pound! Pound!

Three colorless spirit rings, still bearing a hint of blood, appeared at a certain distance behind Wang Dong'er!

The Goddess of Light Butterfly, radiating endless warmth and light; the Trident of the Sea God, concealing turbulent waves; and the Haotian Hammer, whose aura is as dark as ink and as deep as the abyss!

"Dong'er! What are you doing?!" Tang San roared in fury!

At this moment, Wang Dong'er didn't care about Tang San's attitude at all. The fragment in her blood-covered hand was not a bone fragment! It was a fragment of a soul tool with very exquisite soul tool inscriptions!

It turns out that Huo Yuhao's fragile mage body simply couldn't withstand the attack from the god-level Great Sumeru Hammer. Apart from the Soul Locking Tool, 【The Unfulfilled Expectation from Death God Douluo Ye Xishui】, he had nothing left!

What Wang Dong'er is doing now has shocked everyone present!

"Stop, Dong'er!" Xiao Xiao couldn't help but shout from the distant forest!

"Do you know what you're doing?!" Tang San, in the night sky, was also furious and wanted to stop her, but Wang Dong'er was even more resolute!

As Wang Dong'er's three Martial Soul Summoning Diagrams appeared simultaneously, the half-piece of the Soul Guidance Device in her hand transformed into a stream of spiritual light, which then shone directly into the Goddess of Light Butterfly behind Wang Dong'er, which was spreading its beautiful wings!

Then, to everyone's astonishment, Wang Dong'er resolutely raised her right hand, which was free of any soul tool fragments, and a dark-colored Clear Sky Hammer slowly appeared behind her. Behind her, a huge and terrifying martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, also appeared simultaneously!

"I am who I am! Haotianbao! Wang Dong!"

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A tremendous roar, accompanied by a blast of air carrying sand and dust, instantly swept across the entire area!

Wang Dong'er's blood-stained left hand, along with the Goddess of Light butterfly behind her—anchored and solidified by the fragments of the soul tool [the unfulfilled expectation from Lord Ye Xishui, the God of Death Douluo]—was shattered by the terrifying Clear Sky Hammer!

The Super Martial Soul, the Goddess of Light Butterfly! Shattered!

"Pfft! Cough cough! Goddess of Light Butterfly, the martial soul you gave me! Here you go!"

A mouthful of blood spurted from Wang Dong'er's mouth, but she simply wiped it away. Then, her spirit ring trembled, and her terrifying physique, stimulated by the spirit power, unleashed a powerful recovery ability. The severe mental trauma caused by the shattered spirit made Wang Dong'er feel as if her head had been torn apart alive.

Under the pale golden radiance of the shattered Goddess of Light Butterfly, Tang San stood there, his expression blank, his hand outstretched, staring at Wang Dong'er below, whose left hand and spirit mark had been shattered together by the dissipating pale golden light.

The Goddess of Light Butterfly was a blessing from a goddess of the divine realm to Tang San's daughter. However, the Goddess of Light Butterfly, hailed as the most beautiful martial soul in the world, shattered.

In the wind, they transformed into countless tiny specks, flying towards the sky and falling into the dust.

A few pale golden specks were blown by the cold wind onto Tang San's stiff palm. The burning sensation, like lava, made Tang San feel uncomfortable.

However, when the world seemed to have fallen silent, Wang Dong'er, who was suffering from great trauma, started moving her left hand, which was missing half of her palm, again!

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The resonant roar of the spirit rings rang out once again!

A pale blue martial soul mark shone on Wang Dong'er's forehead, and a magnificent trident of the sea god appeared in Wang Dong'er's bloodstained hand!

"Dong'er! Do you know what you're doing?!"

Tang San, forced to regain his senses, saw that Wang Dong'er still wanted to continue, and at that moment, he truly panicked!

But just as he was about to intervene, Wang Dong'er's resolute gaze met his. He then instinctively looked away.

In that gaze, there was numbness, new life, despondency, and a death wish!

Tang San destroyed everything Wang Dong'er had, and at the end of her life, she herself could not escape destruction.

"Ahem. I know what I'm doing!"