Chapter 126: 143. Reborn Once More, I Can Only Let Xiao Wu Suffer a Little
That is to say, I've been reborn—returned to the past!
After repeatedly confirming it, Tang San came to a conclusion: he had indeed been reborn.
Once he accepted this fact, Tang San's young and innocent face twisted into a savage expression where Old Jack couldn't see.
Hahaha! Never would I have thought that even now, fate still favors me, Tang San, granting me a chance to start over from the beginning.
Thinking back to his previous life, Tang San could be said to have been unbelievably brilliant. All of his enemies—even the ancient God Kings of the Divine Realm, Destruction and Life—had been within the palm of his hand. If nothing unexpected had happened, then according to his calculations, the Tang Family would have reaped three God King thrones ten thousand years later, including that of the Dragon God.
At that time, the Tang Family would have turned both the Divine Realm and the Douluo Continent into their private garden. He himself could have gone on peacefully to reincarnate and rebuild his foundation.
But he had overlooked one thing—Huo Yuhao, that treacherous white-eyed wolf.
At the thought of Huo Yuhao, a piercing hatred flashed in the eyes of the little demon child that was Tang San.
Huo Yuhao, you damn traitor! It was I who allowed you to become the Child of Fortune of Douluo Continent. I raised you, tested you, helped you grow, turned you from a humble mortal into a God King—and this is how you repay me, Tang San? Very well. You've already chosen your path to death.
Heaven favors me. When I rebuild my godhood, ten thousand years from now, I'll see how I deal with you then.
What came next made Tang San's heart ache. When he was about to be utterly destroyed, Xiao Wu had used the last of her life force to sever the link between his remnant soul and the seed of the Asura God, sending him into the chaotic time-space stream. Yet he could only watch as Xiao Wu's soul was crushed together with the Asura Godhood by Huo Yuhao. The pain in his heart was unbearable.
He had sworn never to let Xiao Wu be harmed again, and yet it had happened a second time.
Xiao Wu, Heaven has not forsaken me, Tang San. It has given me another chance. I will definitely make it up to you. I won't let you suffer even a hint of harm.
Just as he was about to make that vow, Tang San suddenly froze. It seemed that many of his past fortunes had arisen because Xiao Wu had been hurt.
For example, the Human-Faced Demon Spider set. The first one he encountered when he rushed to save Xiao Wu. The second time, he obtained it while rescuing her again from such a spider during his Soul Sect advancement. The third spider blocked their escape, leading to Xiao Wu's sacrifice that gave him another gain. But that was fine—he thought—as long as he knew when such beasts appeared, he could go hunt them himself. After all, he was the Child of Fortune.
However, things were awkward for Xiao Wu. Without her sacrifice, which gave him the foundation for his sixth hundred-thousand-year soul ring, he might not have obtained a hundred-thousand-year seventh ring during his Sea God trials—and without that, his later achievements would have been impossible.
It was also through Xiao Wu's connection that he acquired Da Ming and Er Ming's powerful soul rings and bones.
Moreover, without Xiao Wu's sacrifice, how could he have resurrected her later? Without that resurrection process, how could he have replaced all those trash soul rings with better ones?
When he had tearfully accepted Xiao Wu's soul ring and bones, Tang San had felt sorrow—but looking back carefully, he realized he had benefited tremendously.
So now, should Xiao Wu make another sacrifice this time? A hint of conflict flickered across the boy's face, but in the end, he decided...
Perhaps I'll have to let Xiao Wu suffer a little again. After all, if I could avenge you once, I can avenge you a second time.
Since he had been reborn, back to his childhood, Tang San knew the Asura God was watching over him. He would inevitably become a god—but merely becoming one was not enough for him.
Items of Immortal Rank were common in the Divine Realm. Even the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum was used there as tea. Those things no longer had much effect on gods, but for mortals, they were treasures that could change fate. Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Ma Hongjun—all of them became gods thanks to those immortal herbs. This brought up a critical point—
A person's foundation determines their divinity, and that foundation determines the strength of their godhood.
Take Qian Renxue, for example. Though she inherited the top-tier position of Angel God, she pursued stability. Every soul ring she chose fit neatly within a soul master's norms. As a result, she became the weakest god among the three gods of that era.
Having another shot at life, Tang San naturally wanted to reshape a foundation far superior to his previous one.
With years of experience, his young mind was already busily planning out his future.
First was the divine material that could build one's foundation—whale glue.
That was a true treasure. Tang San wanted it badly, but when he thought about the situation of the past, he found it troublesome. Twenty thousand years ago, people neither understood its purpose nor dared to hunt powerful sea beasts like the Devil Tiger Whale or Deep Sea Demon Whale because the sea soul masters had sealed off the coastlines. The substance had become extremely rare on the continent.
This meant he had two options—either return to the Clear Sky Sect and use its influence to ask Sea God Island for whale glue, or wait until much later in life to obtain it himself.
But knowing the temperament of the Clear Sky Sect, even if he were a Titled Douluo someday with a perfect soul ring configuration, those elders would still try to make things difficult for him. Let alone now, when he was still a child—they'd never help him contact Sea God Island for such a valuable thing. Unrealistic.
So, he could only plan for it later. But by then, whale glue's effect would no longer be as strong. Once one's soul rings reached the ten-thousand-year or hundred-thousand-year level, its value diminished greatly.
Tang San thought about it. Since he would eventually resurrect Xiao Wu and replace his old soul rings anyway, whale glue wasn't that important to him anymore.
After careful consideration, he decided not to pursue whale glue.
Next were the soul tools, which four thousand years later would nearly surpass his Tang Sect, and the soul armors that would develop twenty thousand years later.
Such things, if made now in this primitive age, would be devastating—truly a dimensional strike.
However—Tang San awkwardly realized that due to his hatred toward soul tools and armors, compounded by the fact that in the Divine Realm, Huo Yuhao had been a master of both, Tang San had never personally bothered to learn how to make them. Whenever he needed one, he'd just go to Huo Yuhao for it. As a result, he himself didn't know how to forge either soul tools or soul armors.
A look of disappointment crossed the little demon child's face.
Forget it, hidden weapons are still enough for this era. It's not that hidden weapons are inferior to soul tools—it's that the later generations were too useless. Look at my Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles and the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus—which of those was worse than a soul tool? If only some capable person in later ages had mastered them, would the Tang Sect have almost been replaced by soul tools? Would we ever have needed that traitor Huo Yuhao to revive us?
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