Chapter 237 Tang San: Time Will Prove My Innocence.
The pink mist in Qiankun Wenqing Valley gradually thinned, but the dissipating mist did not bring salvation. Instead, it made the glaring bloodstain on the stone platform even more shocking.
The fluctuations of the laws became extremely weak at this moment, indicating that this absurd drama called "Asking About Love," dominated by the gods, had officially come to an end.
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
The divine shackles that had bound Huo Yuhao shattered without warning. The man who had repeatedly tormented him in reincarnations vanished completely into the depths of the mist after that flicker of light, leaving no farewell or explanation.
"The assessment is over. I've kept my promise; you can go home." Cupid's voice still carried that unsettling lightness, as if the tragedy that had just occurred was merely a meaningless curtain call.
Huo Yuhao abruptly fell from his wheelchair. Ignoring the weakness and discomfort of his reconstructed body, he scrambled towards the now-merged stone platform. His bright eyes were filled with fear as he frantically searched for that familiar figure.
"Dong'er! Dong'er, where are you?"
When he finally saw that blue figure at the edge of the stone platform, Huo Yuhao froze on the spot.
Wang Dong'er lay there quietly, her golden Light Goddess Butterfly Martial Soul completely dissipated, and her once vibrant face was now deathly pale.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her chest remained still, only her blood-stained outfit spoke of the resolute determination she had just made.
Huo Yuhao reached out a trembling hand, wanting to touch her cheek, but stopped abruptly in mid-air. He felt it; the soul that had once been intertwined with his, sharing life and death, was now completely withered.
"No...this is impossible..." Huo Yuhao let out a piercing cry, he suddenly pulled Wang Dong'er into his arms, and roared in anguish, "Cupid! Come out here! Didn't you say it was a life for a life? Why did you let her die! Give her back her life!"
However, apart from the echoes reverberating through the cold valley, no deity responded to him.
[Huo Yuhao clutched the cold body tightly in his arms, his double pupils trembling violently, and finally two lines of bloody tears streamed down his face. He had bowed to his enemy for survival, but in that very moment of survival, he had forever lost the person for whom he had been willing to live.]
The soul masters of the underworld stared intently at this scene, their anger towards divine authority and the god of love reaching its peak.
"Is that all? They killed someone and just walked away?" A Soul Master pounded the wall, gritting his teeth as he said, "Wang Dong'er is so pitiful. She was driven to suicide just to save the life of such a scumbag. Huo Yuhao is both pitiful and hateful. If he had shown that same roaring spirit to fight against the gods earlier, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way."
Inside the Temple of Destruction in the divine realm, the God of Destruction had completely lost his patience. He turned around, purple lightning raging wildly around him, and stared directly at the Goddess of Life.
"Life, do you see it clearly now?" The God of Destruction's voice was low and suppressed. "This is the father you called 'having his reasons' and 'understandable'. The game he orchestrated not only castrated that boy's soul but also drove his own daughter to her death. Tell me, what kind of grand goal requires the lives of one's own flesh and blood to fill the pit?"
The Goddess of Life looked at Wang Dong'er lying on the celestial ground, a flicker of wavering and sorrow crossing her compassionate eyes. She opened her mouth, but found all words of appeasement utterly powerless in the face of the bloody reality. She didn't know how to answer, and could only silently witness the collapse of the divine order.
Inside the Sea God Temple, Tang San was completely panicked. Looking at Wang Dong'er on the screen, who had utterly lost all life, an extreme fear rose from the depths of his heart.
"Third Brother, what explanation do you have now?"
Xiao Wu slowly stood up, tears welling in her eyes—a look of extreme anger and sorrow. She pointed at the sky, her voice trembling and broken: "Why are all the future Xiao Qis dead? Is this the test you spoke of? Is this the care you spoke of?"
Tang San's mind raced. He knew that if he couldn't appease Xiao Wu at this moment, he would not only lose his wife, but also his very foundation as the Asura God King. He forced himself to remain calm and forced a bitter smile.
"Xiao Wu, to be honest, seeing these scenes, I don't understand at all why my future self would handle things this way." Tang San stepped forward, trying to take Xiao Wu's hand with his usual gentleness. "But this is, after all, a fragment of the future. The future is full of variables, and what we see may not be the whole picture. But I can assure you, this is absolutely not my intention."
"Doesn't that represent your true intention?" Xiao Wu shook off his hand and questioned, "Are you going to say that Cupid acted on his own initiative? Without your authorization, would Cupid dare to let Xiao Qi commit suicide?"
Faced with such a sharp question, Tang San simply threw out his last psychological defense—the logic of the God King's restoration.
"Xiao Wu, do you really not believe me? After so many years of marriage, do you think I'm the kind of person who would lose my humanity?" Tang San spoke faster, starting to play the emotional card.
"Even if I did orchestrate all of this in the future, it would certainly have been an extremely profound ordeal. I am the God-King, the ruler who controls life and rules."
"Resurrecting a person is easy for me. From our perspective, the boundary between life and death is not something we need to take so seriously."
Tang San looked at Xiao Wu's expression and continued to coax her: "Perhaps this is just to let Huo Yuhao and Xiao Qi see the limits of each other's character. I can easily revive her later, and even let her take this opportunity to sublimate her godhood. I must have my long-term considerations for the future. Keep watching, and I believe you will understand my good intentions sooner or later."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu fell into a long silence. Although she still felt a chill deep inside, as a deity, she had to admit that what Tang San said was true—in the hands of the God King, death was indeed not the end.
Looking at Tang San's face, which was filled with the thought of "for the greater good," she could only suppress her emotions and say in a low voice, "Then let's keep watching... I'll wait and see how you plan to end this."
Tang San calmly returned to his divine seat, but his back was soaked with cold sweat. He knew that although he had temporarily gotten through this ordeal, the bomb of the truth was still ticking away.
Just as the people of the divine realm and the dark world were still immersed in the immense grief and anger over Wang Dong'er's suicide, the ever-stable celestial canopy suddenly experienced a violent distortion.
The originally pink and oppressive scene of Qiankun Wenqing Valley began to peel away layer by layer like a shattered mirror.
In the center of the image, a line of enormous white characters, imbued with a sacred and vast aura, stretches across the void.
The storyline of the dark world has ended.
[Next up is the story of the White World!]
(End of chapter)