Hearing Huo Yuhao's merciless evaluation, Tang San's expression instantly sank, turning completely ashen.
He abruptly raised his head, his gaze carrying unsuppressible anger, and his voice rose a few notches: "What qualifications do you have to say that? If I hadn't been watching you from the shadows, did you think the God of Destruction would have noticed you? Would he have been willing to pass the Divine Position to you!?"
The God of Destruction let out a cold snort from the side, his tone unhurried yet piercing every word: "Don't talk as if you made a huge contribution. Even without you, I still would have noticed Yuhao."
His words weren't just meant to anger Tang San; Huo Yuhao was holding another Scepter of Destruction in his hand, a Super Divine Artifact connected to his very life. Even without Tang San meddling in between, he would have sensed Yuhao's presence sooner or later.
Tang San glared furiously at Huo Yuhao and the God of Destruction, his chest heaving slightly, his face flushed red, breathing heavily like an ox.
His lips moved, just as he was about to counterattack, he was interrupted by a cold and resolute voice.
"Enough!"
Tang Wutong shouted, her gaze falling straight onto Tang San's face.
Those eyes, once filled with admiration and attachment, now lacked pain and entanglement, replaced by a chilling calmness.
"You still think you did nothing wrong even now. Since you could bear to tear apart your own daughter's Soul just to fulfill your plan, then this father... I might as well not acknowledge him."
Hearing this, Tang San felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe, leaving him completely stunned.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a single word. On that face, which had always been calculating and calm, a trace of bewilderment and panic was revealed for the first time.
It was as if he hadn't expected his own daughter to say such words, 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 already dead, and my father is already dead."
"From now on, I am no longer called Tang Wutong."
She paused, her voice revealing a resolve bordering on liberation: "My name is Wang Donger."
Tang Wutong's childhood in the Divine Realm was certainly carefree, living in luxury and surrounded by stars.
Yet those days, beautiful as they were to her, lacked a bit of unforgettable warmth.
Instead, those stumbling years on the Lower Realm Douluo Continent, those days and nights of fighting side by side, the trust of entrusting life and death to each other, and the moments intertwined with laughter and tears—every single one of them was branded upon her heart, making them unforgettable to her.
Moreover, that part of the Soul forcibly torn away by Tang San had been sleeping in Jin Li's Spiritual Sea all these years, muddle-headed and without independent memories to speak of.
Even if the two Soul fragments finally fused back into one, the young girl named Tang Wutong in the Divine Realm was long a thing of the past.
Wang Donger from the Lower Realm—the one who would pick herself up when she fell, grit her teeth and endure when injured, and throw caution to the wind when in love—was the true self, her most genuine appearance.
Therefore, her statement that she would be Wang Donger from then on was not only a break and cut with Tang San, but also a belated self-redemption.
Using this name, she completely returned the "Tang Wutong" who was manipulated by her father, stripped herself from that distorted destiny, and lived out her own appearance anew.
After saying those words, Tang Wutong—no, she should be called Wang Donger now.
Wang Donger didn't look at Tang San again. She turned around neatly and decisively, walking outward with firm steps, her spine held straight, without a shred of lingering attachment or hesitation.
Xiao Wu stood in place, the sorrow on her face intensifying a bit, looking at Tang San in the cell with slightly red eye sockets.
She opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't say a word, only casting a deep glance at him.
That glance hid too many complex emotions: reluctance, disappointment, heartache, helplessness...
In the end, all of it 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 also quickly followed. The dungeon corridor quieted down once more, leaving Tang San alone in that small cell.
His expression gradually turned from astonishment to ashen, and from ashen to ferocious, no longer able to maintain that calm posture.
He began to shout irritably, his voice echoing in the empty cell, filled with unwillingness and resentment, completely losing the demeanor proper to a God King.
Seeing this, the dungeon god official guarding the end of the corridor expressionlessly raised a hand to activate the sound-insulation Formation.
A layer of light-blue light curtain silently covered the surroundings of the cell, completely isolating Tang San's voice.
Thus everything quieted down, and no one paid any more attention to him.
...
After seeing Tang San, Wang Donger felt as if she had unloaded a boulder she had carried for a long time, and her whole person became much more relaxed.
The grievances, anger, and unwillingness that had accumulated at the bottom of her heart completely poured out in that cry of "My name is Wang Donger".
Her gaze was no longer dim, and between her gestures, she recovered a bit of her past Life Qi.
Although a trace of fatigue still lingered between her brows, the gloomy shadow shrouding her had mostly dissipated.
On the contrary, Xiao Wu, having suffered a series of blows including her husband being imprisoned, her daughter's Soul being torn apart, and her family falling apart, even while being in the Divine Realm, couldn't withstand the overdraft of her mental energy and fell ill.
She lay on the bed all day with a pale face and weary expression. Wang Donger stayed by her mother's side almost without a single step away, caring for her attentively, as if she wanted to make up for all the companionship she owed during these days.
And before officially throwing herself into the work of the Divine Realm's expansion, Huo Yuhao didn't forget the promise he had made back then.
Those Spirit Souls in his Spiritual Sea had now all recovered their freedom.
Like Da Ming and Er Ming Ten Thousand Years ago, they obtained the cultivation of god officials, enabling them to live forever in the Divine Realm.
However, regarding his teacher Electrolux, Huo Yuhao felt in his heart that given his elder's talent and foundation, a mere god official position was truly a bit of a waste of his talents.
That wise man, who had once stood at the magic Peak in a World and single-handedly pioneered the Soul Spirit System, deserved a broader platform.
Thus Huo Yuhao did not hesitate, going straight to find the God of Destruction to bring up this matter.
Although the God of Destruction had already stepped down from his Divine Position, after Tang San's downfall, he was still recognized by all the gods in the Divine Realm as the leading figure, and many matters could be decided with just a word from him.
After listening to Huo Yuhao's purpose, his gaze fell on Electrolux, sizing him up from top to bottom. Unconcealed admiration appeared in his eyes as he smiled and said: "The Soul Spirit System on the Douluo Continent is truly stunning, and your attainments in magic are indeed breathtaking, not falling behind even when placed within the Divine Realm."
Hearing this, Electrolux slightly bowed, his expression modest: "Senior flatters me. They are just some minor tricks, not daring to accept such high praise."
The God of Destruction waved his hand and smiled: "Excessive modesty is pride."
Then he turned to look at Huo Yuhao, his tone gaining a bit of seriousness: "I am well aware of your teacher's Aptitude. As it happens, I happen to have a Divine Position in my hands that suits him very well."
Huo Yuhao's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked: "What Divine Position is it?"
A trace of reminiscing flashed through the eyes of the God of Destruction, as if recalling past events from a long time ago, before he slowly spoke a moment later: "The Divine Position of the God of Wisdom, a Level One Divinity."
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