Heaven Dou Empire, Fasno Province, Holy Soul Village.
At this moment, the first light of dawn was just beginning to appear on the horizon.
On a hill behind Holy Soul Village, a boy dressed in simple clothes sat on a rock, gazing blankly at the distant Blue Silver Grass.
This boy was Tang San, or rather, the reborn Tang God King from tens of thousands of years in the future.
At that time, he and Huo Yuhao were swept into the spatial turbulence, and when they opened their eyes again, they had returned to their infancy.
"Ugh, what kind of situation is this?
I just gained control of the entire God Realm, and now I've been swept into the spatial turbulence.
Everything has to start all over again. This is so hard... I really don't want to be reborn!"
Tang San couldn't help but recall his glorious moments in his previous life, how he had finally defeated the equally wise God of Destruction with his extraordinary wisdom and meticulous planning.
After defeating the God of Destruction, Tang San immediately brought small gifts to greet the remaining enforcers.
Ultimately, after unanimous discussion, he took control of the central authority of the entire God Realm.
To be honest, Tang San felt his qualifications were insufficient to control the entire God Realm and initially wanted to decline.
However, a group cannot be without a leader, and to ensure the normal operation of the God Realm, Tang San had no choice but to accept the responsibility.
However, unexpectedly, just as the situation in the God Realm was stabilized, a terrifying spatial-temporal turbulence appeared.
Seeing the turbulence about to engulf the entire God Realm, Tang San had no choice but to enlist his son-in-law, Huo Yuhao, to resist it.
However, facing the catastrophe sweeping across the entire God Realm, their strength was too insignificant, and they were directly swept into the spatial-temporal turbulence.
Just as Tang San continued to ponder, Tang Hao's booming voice came from a house at the foot of the mountain.
"Xiao San, where have you been?
Come back and cook for me!"
Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San immediately stood up, dusted himself off, and ran down the mountain in his worn-out cloth shoes.
It was his father calling him!
After opening the door, Tang San immediately saw a man lying on the bed, completely drunk and disheveled.
This man was none other than Tang Hao, who had been chased by Qian Daoliu six years ago and nearly died.
The reborn Tang San naturally knew that his father was originally the glorious Haotian Douluo.
It was only because of the Spirit Hall that he had become like this.
Tang San clenched his fists, looking at his father lying on the bed with heartache, thinking to himself, "Damn Spirit Hall, it's all because of you that my father has become like this! Spirit Hall, you have met your end!"
Then, Tang San immediately went over, not minding the stench and strong smell of alcohol on Tang Hao, and hugged him tightly.
The mixed smells wafted into Tang San's nose.
"Ah, this is the taste of father's cooking~"
To be honest, Tang San was indeed a good son, a master at being a son.
If there were a contest for model sons in Douluo Continent, many would definitely vote for Tang San.
After comforting his father, Tang San immediately scooped a small spoonful of rice, added water, and put it in a pot to cook over high heat.
However, just as Tang San went to cook, Tang Hao's eyes suddenly opened, his gaze complex as he looked at Tang San in the distance.
In fact, Tang Hao had long known that his son was probably not simple, or even that his soul was not his own son at all.
After all, what kind of son is born with strange techniques and martial arts, and what kind of son can support himself and his father at the age of one or two?
As early as six years ago, Tang Hao had noticed his son's abnormality; those eyes, full of vicissitudes and stories, were not something an infant could possess.
As a titled powerhouse, Tang Hao naturally knew more than ordinary people, and he secretly suspected that his son might have been possessed by someone else.
From then on, Tang Hao began to continuously monitor Tang San's changes.
Tang San's growth rate was extraordinary; before he was even a year old, he was already quite mature.
Not only had he learned all the languages, but even some of his subconscious expressions resembled those of an ancient monster who had lived for countless years, probably older than Tang Hao himself.
Upon confirming this, Tang Hao was so angry he almost choked, and sometimes even considered picking up his hammer to kill Tang San.
However, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it, after all, the child before him carried the blood of both Tang Hao and Ah Yin.
Tang Hao, the God King, was clearly unaware that his father had almost killed him; instead, he was even more immersed in the hammer-like paternal love, even feeling smug about his precocious maturity in this life.
From then on, Tang Hao completely ignored Tang San.
After all, he was an old monster; he wouldn't starve to death, so he let him be.
Sometimes, Tang Hao would even deliberately make things difficult for Tang San, such as hanging him up and beating him after he was drunk, kicking him occasionally, and cursing at him.
However, Tang San seemed to genuinely enjoy Tang Hao's actions, as if he truly liked them.
This sent a chill down Tang Hao's spine, reinforcing his belief that Tang Hao was an old monster, and a pervert at that.
After all, any normal person, even one's own son, would react negatively and feel disgusted if deliberately tormented or criticized.
But Tang San was different; the more Tang Hao hit him, the more pleased he became.
However, for some reason, as Tang Hao spent more time with Tang San, he subconsciously began to overlook Tang San's soul and focus more on his bloodline.
Whenever Tang Hao closed his eyes, a voice in his mind would constantly brainwash him: Tang San is your biological son; he carries your and Ah Yin's blood; he is your son.
And after Tang San's martial soul awakened, Tang Hao completely let go of his resentment towards Tang San.
This complete letting go left Tang Hao somewhat bewildered.
From that moment on, Tang Hao harbored no ill will towards Tang San.
Instead, the more he looked at Tang San, the more pleasing he became.
After all, he was his own son, intelligent and sensible from a young age, with exceptional talent.
Having such a son was a blessing he had accumulated over nine lifetimes!
And he had actually doubted his own son before—how utterly despicable!
Moreover, since Tang San's martial soul awakened, Tang Hao had considered many things.
His son's talent was so great; he might even reach the level of Qian Daoliu in the future.
He himself might have no hope of revenge in this lifetime, but his son Tang San possessed unparalleled talent!
Perhaps his son Tang San could truly help him avenge himself.
Spirit Hall, just you wait, I will definitely return for revenge!