Douluo Continent: Huo Yuhao's Dual Transmigration into the Peerless Dragon King

Upon hearing Huo Yuhao's merciless assessment, Tang San's face instantly darkened, turning ashen.

He abruptly raised his head, his eyes blazing with barely suppressed rage, and his voice rose several decibels: "What right do you have to say that? If I hadn't been secretly watching you, do you think the God of Destruction would have even noticed you? Would he have been willing to pass on his divine position to you?!"

The God of Destruction coldly snorted from the side, his tone unhurried but every word piercing: "Don't talk as if you've made some great contribution. Even without you, I will still keep an eye on Yuhao."

He didn't just say this to anger Tang San. Huo Yuhao held another Destruction Scepter in his hand, and that super artifact was connected to his destiny. Even without Tang San's interference, he would have sensed Huo Yuhao's presence sooner or later.

Tang San glared at Huo Yuhao and the God of Destruction, his chest heaving slightly, his face flushed, and he was panting heavily.

His lips moved, about to retaliate again, but he was interrupted by a clear and resolute voice.

"alright!"

Tang Wutong shouted, her gaze fixed on Tang San's face.

Those eyes, once brimming with reverence and affection, now held no trace of pain or turmoil, replaced by a chilling calm.

"You still think you're not wrong. Since you're willing to tear your own daughter's soul apart just to fulfill your plan, then I'd rather not acknowledge this father as my own."

Upon hearing this, Tang San felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water, and he was completely stunned.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. For the first time, his usually composed and confident face revealed a look of bewilderment and helplessness.

He seemed not to have expected his daughter to say such things, or to look at him with such a calm and distant gaze.

Tang Wutong didn't give him time to respond and continued, "Your daughter is dead, and my father is dead too."

"From now on, I will no longer be called Tang Wutong."

She paused, her voice revealing an almost resolute determination: "My name is Wang Dong'er."

Tang Wutong's childhood in the divine realm was undoubtedly carefree, filled with luxury and adoration.

But while those days were beautiful for her, they lacked a certain unforgettable warmth.

On the contrary, those stumbling years on the Douluo Continent in the lower realm, those days and nights fighting side by side, the trust of entrusting each other with life and death, the moments of laughter and tears, every single one of them was etched into her heart, making her remember them deeply.

Moreover, the part of the soul that Tang San forcibly tore out has been sleeping in Jin Li's spiritual sea for years, in a daze, without any independent memories.

Even if the two souls eventually merge back into one, the girl named Tang Wutong from the God Realm is already a thing of the past.

The Wang Dong'er in the lower realm, who falls down and gets up on her own, grits her teeth and endures when injured, and loves without hesitation, is the true "original form," the most authentic version of herself.

Therefore, she said that from now on she would be Wang Dong'er, which was not only a break and severance from Tang San, but also a belated self-redemption.

With this name, she completely returned the "Tang Wutong" who was manipulated by her father, freeing herself from that twisted fate and living as her own person again.

After saying that, Tang Wutong—no, now she should be called Wang Dong'er—...

Wang Dong'er didn't look at Tang San again. She turned around decisively and walked out with firm steps, her back straight, without a trace of lingering or hesitation.

Xiao Wu stood there, her sorrow deepening, her eyes slightly red as she gazed at Tang San in the prison cell.

She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only giving him a deep look.

That single glance held so many complex emotions: reluctance, disappointment, heartache, helplessness...

In the end, it all turned into a silent sigh, and she turned around to catch up with her daughter's departing footsteps.

The God of Destruction and Huo Yuhao quickly followed, and the passageway of the Heavenly Prison fell silent again, leaving only Tang San alone in that small cell.

His face gradually changed from astonishment to ashen, and then from ashen to ferocious, and he could no longer maintain his composure.

He began to shout and scream in a fit of rage, his voice echoing in the empty cell, filled with resentment and anger, completely losing the composure befitting a divine king.

Upon seeing this, the Heavenly Prison Official guarding the end of the passageway expressionlessly raised his hand and activated the soundproofing array.

A layer of pale blue light silently covered the cell, completely isolating Tang San's voice.

Then everything quieted down, and no one paid any attention to him anymore.

……

After seeing Tang San, Wang Dong'er felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and she felt much more relaxed.

All the pent-up grievances, anger, and resentment in her heart poured out completely when she said, "My name is Wang Dong'er."

Her eyes were no longer dim, and her gestures and movements had regained some of their former vitality.

Although a trace of fatigue still lingered between her brows, the gloom that had enveloped her had largely dissipated.

On the contrary, Xiao Wu suffered a series of blows, including her husband's imprisonment, her daughter's soul being torn apart, and her family falling apart. Even though she was in the God Realm, she couldn't withstand the exhaustion and fell ill.

She lay on her bed all day, her face pale and her expression weary. Wang Dong'er stayed by her mother's side almost every step of the way, taking meticulous care of her, as if she wanted to make up for the time she had missed.

Before officially embarking on the work of expanding the God Realm, Huo Yuhao did not forget the promise he had made.

The souls in his spiritual sea have now been freed.

Like Da Ming and Er Ming ten thousand years ago, they attained the cultivation of divine officials, thus enabling them to live forever in the divine realm.

However, Huo Yuhao felt that his teacher, Electrolux, was not worthy of a mere priesthood, given his talent and profound knowledge.

That wise man, who once stood at the pinnacle of magic in one world and single-handedly pioneered the soul system, deserves a broader platform.

Without hesitation, Huo Yuhao went straight to the God of Destruction and brought up the matter.

Although the God of Destruction has relinquished his divine position, he remains the universally recognized leader of the gods in the God Realm after Tang San's downfall, and many matters can be decided with just a word from him.

After hearing Huo Yuhao's purpose, he looked at Ilex and sized him up, his eyes revealing undisguised admiration. He smiled and said, "The Soul Spirit system on Douluo Continent is indeed amazing, and your mastery of magic is truly breathtaking. Even in the God Realm, you would not be inferior."

Upon hearing this, Electrox bowed slightly, his expression humble: "Senior, you flatter me. It was just a few small tricks. I dare not accept such praise."

The God of Destruction waved his hand and laughed, "Excessive humility is just pride."

He then turned to Huo Yuhao, his tone becoming more serious: "I know your qualifications as a teacher. It's quite a coincidence that I happen to have a divine position that would be very suitable for him."

Huo Yuhao's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "What kind of divine position?"

A hint of reminiscence flashed in the eyes of the God of Destruction, as if recalling something from long ago. After a moment, he slowly spoke: "The position of the God of Wisdom, a first-level deity."

(There are only about twenty chapters left until the end. My new book, "Douluo Peerless: The Death God Messenger is My Uncle," has been released. You can check it out if you're interested.)