Chapter 66 Xiao Wu: Honey, say something!
Above the sky, Bai Xuanzi's voice fell like thunder, its echo still reverberating among the clouds.
Beneath the sky, the air of the entire dark world seemed to be sucked out in that instant, falling into a deathly silence, followed by an uproar and turmoil powerful enough to shake the heavens.
"Tang San? Lord Bai Xuanzi just mentioned... the Sea God Tang San?"
On the streets of the underworld, a young Soul Master stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning, oblivious to the dry rations falling from his hands.
"This...this is impossible! That's Tang San! He's the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils, the savior who overthrew the evil Spirit Hall and saved the entire continent!"
"He created the Tang Sect's eternal glory and is the greatest legend in the history of our Douluo Continent. How could he possibly place such a vicious restriction on a little girl?"
"You guessed wrong! You must have guessed wrong!" another older Soul Master said.
"Although Bai Xuanzi is strong, he has never met Tang San! So what he just said was all just his guess! And guesses are never reliable!"
At this moment, an indescribable sense of absurdity and resistance welled up from the depths of countless soul masters in the dark world.
In their education, Tang San is not just a name, but a sacred symbol representing "justice," "tenacity," and "purity."
This belief is deeply ingrained; even when the facts are laid bare, their first instinct is to question the person who reveals the truth, rather than the legendary being who has been deified for millennia.
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The Dark World, Shrek Academy Plaza.
The previously silent Black World Xuanzi, upon hearing Bai Xuanzi's words, jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
He slammed the chicken leg he had been gnawing on onto the ground, his old face twitching violently with agitation.
"Bullshit! That's just utter filth!"
Hei Xuanzi pointed at the sky and cursed loudly, his voice like rolling thunder echoing around: "That Xuanzi from the White World is talking complete nonsense!"
"What does he know about the Sea God? What does he know about ancestors? Tang San's ancestor ascended to the God Realm ten thousand years ago. How pure, noble, and virtuous he was!"
"As a deity, he is high above all others. How could he possibly have nothing better to do than descend to the mortal realm and place a restriction on a child?"
Tang San is the totem of Shrek Academy, and Hei Xuanzi will not tolerate any disgrace to him. Therefore, at this moment, he even shouted in a voice that could be heard by all the students in Shrek Academy:
"Classmates, don't listen to his nonsense!"
"I will not comment on anything else about Bai Xuanzi, but his guess about Tang San's ancestor this time is definitely wrong."
"If you don't believe me, you can calm down and think about it carefully. From childhood to adulthood, what kind of glorious and majestic image do you know about Tang San's ancestor? Could he really do such a thing?"
Under Hei Xuanzi's impassioned "debunking," many students' previously wavering eyes regained their resolve.
Yes, the education they received from childhood taught them that Tang San was a great predecessor.
Although Bai Xuanzi is also very powerful and worthy of respect, he cannot be right about everything.
Is it possible that he guessed wrong in this matter?
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In a corner of the square, Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with unprecedented shock.
Compared to ordinary Soul Masters, Wang Dong suffered a more severe impact.
Although her memories are currently sealed and she doesn't remember that she is "Tang Wutong", she knows very well that she comes from the Haotian Sect, the birthplace of Tang San's ancestor.
Therefore, his opinion at this moment was almost identical to Xuanzi's.
"Impossible…absolutely impossible." Wang Dong shook his head, his light blue hair dancing wildly in the wind.
"It is clearly written in the sect's records that Ancestor Tang San was the most protective of his descendants. Although he was ruthless to his enemies, he was gentle and devoted to his family and sect."
"Why would he resort to such underhanded tactics against someone like me, a junior member of the Haotian Sect? This logic simply doesn't make sense!"
Wang Dong said to Huo Yuhao, "So, Bai Xuanzi must have made a mistake in this matter..."
Huo Yuhao frowned as he looked at Bai Xuanzi's calm expression in the sky and recalled the various details that the White World had shown since the sky appeared.
"Wang Dong, although I find it hard to believe, have you noticed..." Huo Yuhao lowered his voice, his tone heavy.
"Comparing from the beginning of the Heavenly Curtain to now, that Xuanzi in the White World… he has never missed a single thing. Every reform he has made, every assertion he has made, has ultimately proven to be extremely farsighted."
"Then he was wrong this time too!" Wang Dong screamed, interrupting Huo Yuhao.
"Just because the beginning was correct doesn't mean the end won't be wrong. You're wrong, Yuhao! The fact that the beginning was correct just means that the end might be wrong! And what Bai Xuanzi got wrong is this matter concerning Tang San's ancestor!"
Huo Yuhao remained silent.
He looked at Wang Dong, who was almost hysterical, and didn't continue speaking.
After all, judging from Wang Dong's attitude, it's no longer important whether what Bai Xuanzi said is right or wrong.
Because Wang Dong simply didn't want to doubt Tang San's ancestor.
So what's the point of saying more?
Let's just keep looking at the sky.
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The realm of gods, the temple of destruction.
"Smack!"
The God of Destruction slammed his hand heavily on the armrest of the purple throne, his handsome face now so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.
His gaze pierced through the realm of gods, looking down at the plane called Douluo Continent, his eyes filled with exasperated anger.
"Foolish! Utterly hopelessly foolish!"
The God of Destruction snorted coldly, his divine power of destruction surging violently due to his emotional fluctuations:
"Bai Xuanzi has already presented the evidence to their faces, even analyzing the power attributes clearly. How can these mortals still be defending that hypocrite Tang San?"
"Old Li couldn't figure it out because his level wasn't high enough, but Bai Xuanzi is a true God-King, how could his judgment be wrong?"
He shook his head helplessly, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his lips:
"It seems that Tang San's brainwashing of the Douluo Continent over the past ten thousand years has been very successful."
"He created so many 'pure and innocent' and 'embodiments of justice' personas for himself, which have already added an impenetrable filter to the minds of his brainless fans."
"Even if the truth comes out now, these people would rather believe that the gods are perfect than admit that the idol they have been worshipping all along is a rotten bastard."
The God of Destruction leaned back on his throne, his gaze deepening: "It seems that revealing things through words alone is not enough..."
"Heavenly Curtain, Heavenly Curtain, if you truly have a spirit, next time you should release the scene of Tang San doing bad things directly."
"Otherwise, these brainless fans will always be able to whitewash Tang San, this hypocrite..."
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Meanwhile, inside the Temple of Poseidon.
Xiao Wu also refused to believe it was true.
Unfortunately, Tang San remained silent throughout the entire process.
So at this moment, she finally couldn't take it anymore. She glanced at Tang San to the side and said urgently:
"husband..."
"Say something!"
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