Chapter 172: Illusion (The End); ReVive My Father!
"Father, in the past, you used your great figure to shield me from the wind and rain. Now, Little San has grown up. It's my turn to protect you!"
"After this, I will also resurrect Mother. Once I eliminate those people who deserve to die, the four of us in the family will go to the God Realm to enjoy bliss!"
As the words fell, the blue-gold Sea God's divine force gently entered Jiang Li's body. Immediately, the small blade of grass, which originally had no consciousness, began to grow rapidly, turning the surrounding hundred miles into an ocean of Blue Silver Grass.
The crazily growing vines seemed to possess life, emitting waves of fluctuations. In just a moment, a faint, ethereal blue-gold figure condensed within this ocean of Blue Silver Grass...
Tang San cried tears of joy!
That was his Master, and also his only father!
Looking at the gradually clarifying profile, the longing and filial affection suppressed for countless years erupted completely at this moment.
Tang San let out a long cry to the heavens, uttering that earth-shattering, heart-wrenching wail word by word!
"— — Re — — Vive — — My — — Father!"
...The Seagod's Light suddenly erupted from Tang San's body, transforming into a massive blue-gold pillar of light that enveloped Jiang Li's true body.
Soon, a tall figure with blue hair, whose appearance bore some resemblance to Tang San, slowly emerged from the pillar of light.
"Little San, these years... you've suffered."
Hearing this, Tang San completely disregarded his current status as the high and mighty Lord Sea God, immediately kneeling on the ground, weeping with joy.
He did it! He really did it!
He resurrected his beloved, he resurrected his father. From now on, he would no longer be alone!
"Father!"
Tang San felt as if there were countless unspeakable grievances in his heart that he wanted to pour out to Jiang Li. During these years, he had almost not made it through!
Just as father and son were sharing this tender moment, a sound like shattering mirror glass echoed beside Tang San's ear.
He subconsciously looked up, only to find that everything around him seemed to have frozen.
Immediately followed by a series of grating, cracking sounds...
He raised his hand, wanting to stop it, but found that even using the " Sea God's divine force " within him could not stop it in the slightest.
The next second...
Crack — —
The World seemed to completely sink into nothingness...
..."What... what happened to me?"
As the nothingness in his vision gradually faded, the blue sky and clear sea that originally belonged to Sea God Island disappeared, replaced by the dilapidated walls and tiles along a deserted path in Heaven Dou City.
Tang San opened his eyes in confusion, painfully supporting his body.
He subconsciously looked at his hands—there was no coverage of the Sea God's Armor, and what flowed in his body was no longer the vast and boundless divine force, but the Mysterious Heaven Skill Internal Energy belonging to a Soul King above level fifty.
The immense sense of loss made him dizzy. After a long while, he finally reacted belatedly,
"So... I've returned to the time of the Soul Master Tournament?"
Turning his head to look, he saw The Three Yang Brothers lying scattered on the grass not far away, breathing steadily, with even a hint of an inexplicable smile hanging on their lips, as if they were trapped in some kind of sweet, infant-like sleep.
Tang San suppressed the soreness in his body and walked forward. He sent his Mysterious Heaven Skill Internal Energy into the three of them, confirming they were merely unconscious and unharmed, before his heart settled slightly.
Next, his gaze fell upon the stiff body lying to the side.
Shi Nian.
The Dean of Canghui Academy was lying on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, his eyes wide open, with extreme terror and despair remaining in his gaze. He had clearly been dead for a long time.
"A dream of yellow millet, perhaps..."
Tang San withdrew his gaze and looked up at the sky, but his heart could not calm down for a long time.
Although reason told him that everything he had just experienced was an illusion created by Shi Nian.
But the sense of reality—possessing a father, possessing a lover, possessing supreme power—in that World was so intoxicating.
In the deepest part of his heart, he was even more willing to believe that the illusion was the real future, and reality... was just a nightmare.
"It's just a pity that the dream ended too soon."
A chilling killing intent flashed in Tang San's eyes,
"I didn't personally execute the inherently evil and Bloodline-tainted Tang Hao, nor did I tear the venomous Bibi Dong to pieces, nor that deceitful Yu Xiaogang who deserved to die..."
"All these regrets must ultimately be compensated for in reality!"
Taking a deep breath, the confusion in Tang San's eyes completely receded, and his usual determination and coldness returned.
He slowly walked to Shi Nian's corpse and took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from a storage soul tool.
"Shi Nian, although your illusion allowed me to briefly experience the happiness of being a son to a 'father'..."
Tang San looked down at the corpse, his tone as cold as ice without a trace of warmth,
"But you should never have dared to lay a hand on me. Since you harbored malicious intent, you have sealed your own doom!"
With a casual flick, the medicinal powder was sprinkled down.
Accompanied by a grating "hissing" sound and rising pungent yellow smoke, Shi Nian's corpse dissolved into a pool of bloody water at a speed visible to the naked eye, finally disappearing completely into the soil.
However, just as the corpse dissolved completely, a streak of brilliant colored light shone brightly within the bloody mess.
"This is..."
Tang San's pupils constricted slightly, and surprise appeared on his face.
In the bloody water, a palm-sized piece of skull bone lay quietly, emitting a hazy seven-colored halo. It was obvious at a glance that it was no ordinary item.
"A head Soul Bone?"
Tang San reached out and drew it into his palm, feeling the immense energy contained within, and his heart stirred.
If it were the former him, he might have considered first whether this Soul Bone was suitable for him, or if he should save it for a companion.
But now, after experiencing that unforgettable illusion, his first thought was of that majestic figure who self-destructed to protect him.
"Let's return to the Sect first."
Tang San carefully put away the Soul Bone, his gaze directed towards the direction of the Tang Sect, revealing an unprecedented sense of attachment and warmth,
"Father... Oh no, I should still call him Master now."
"Master has devoted himself heart and soul to me over the years, treating me as his own son. As his disciple, I have never given the old man any decent gift; I am truly unfilial."
"Although given Master's current Realm as a Titled Douluo, there is a high probability he wouldn't care for this Soul Bone, this is ultimately my sentiment."
"Only by offering the best spoils of war to Master can I slightly express the gratitude in my heart."
Having made up his mind, Tang San hesitated no longer.
He then picked up one brother with one hand, bound another with Blue Silver Grass, hoisted the still-sleeping Three Yang Brothers, and his figure transformed into a ghost-like blur, swiftly dashing towards the direction of the Tang Sect!
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