A faint blue flame began to rise from beneath Tang San's feet, a gentle force slowly pushing everyone around him away.
Tang Wutong's cries also subsided. She suddenly turned around to look at her father, and cried out, wanting to rush over, but was held back by Dai Yuhao.
With a smile, Tang San waved at them, nodding to the God Kings, then looked up at the sky, his face full of longing and anticipation.
With Xiaowu's departure, the most torturous time for him was actually these last moments. When he clearly knew everything was irreversible, he gradually let go of his heart. Where she was, he would be.
He never told the children the real reason Xiaowu had to leave.
That traces back ten thousand years, back to that rebellion in the Divine Realm.
The awakened Golden Dragon King, at the last moment, forcibly injected its essence and crazed consciousness into the just-born Tang Wulin, intending to destroy him, even to be reborn using his small body, leaving Tang San with no options.
