Chapter 35: Tang San's Divine Sense — Tang Sect, Useless as Ever!
"Who is it?"
"Why has the Tang Sect's fortune suddenly collapsed?"
"This is impossible!"
Far away in Eastsea City, during the Eastsea Academy's opening ceremony, Tang Wulin suddenly felt a surge of burning fury erupt deep within his soul.
"What… what's going on? Old Tang? Hey, Old Tang, what's happening to you?"
Under the suppression of the divine artifact Sea God Trident, Tang San's divine consciousness no longer suffered from amnesia or fragmentation.
When Tang Wulin had absorbed his first soul spirit—the Golden Night Dragon—Tang San had instantly awoken.
After all, the bloodline of the Golden Dragon was supposed to have gone extinct. At first, Tang San suspected some hidden plot against himself.
But then he reconsidered—who would waste time scheming against a simple Blue Silver Grass awakener? He remembered that half of his daughter's "material" also carried traces of the Golden Dragon bloodline, so he dismissed the notion.
After the destruction of the Dragon Race, it was only natural that remnants of their blood might linger within certain soul beasts.
For Tang Wulin, it was even a blessing. The Golden Night Dragon could share part of the burden of the Golden Dragon King's power, reducing the risk of bloodline collapse.
Tang San couldn't help but be impressed. Ah, my chosen son-in-law… truly worthy of the title. Creating such an unprecedented cultivation system—it reminds me of myself in my youth.
When Xiao Wu sacrificed herself for him all those years ago, he had been in a similar state—caught between gods and mortals. If he studied it more deeply, perhaps the soul-spirit system's invention might have been his legacy instead.
He remembered well how Huo Yuhao, upon becoming a god, had bound his soul spirits to his very essence.
By letting the Golden Night Dragon share part of the Golden Dragon King's energy, Tang Wulin had safely opened the first seal of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline—without disastrous consequences—and saved unimaginable resources.
For once, Tang San regretted not awakening earlier. If he had, he might have arranged for his son's reincarnation to be within a wealthy, well-resourced family—no need to suffer so much chasing cultivation materials.
Unlike him. He had been reborn into the first sect of the continent—the Clear Sky Sect—as the son of a Titled Douluo. Though his father had kept the secret, at least he had been protected until strong enough to stand on his own.
And as for the portion of the Golden Dragon King's power entrusted to the Golden Night Dragon—there was no way it could be stolen back. Once turned into a soul ring, even a God King couldn't remove it.
Breaking all thirteen seals of the Golden Dragon King could only end in death. But now, with power distributed and stabilized, it might actually become possible.
At worst, it would mirror his own bond with Xiao Wu, their strange unity that preserved the Asura God's position—and even closer in resonance.
Hearing Tang Wulin's worried voice, Tang San forced out a strained smile.
"It's nothing… nothing at all."
But his divine sense trembled with rage.
He had just felt the Tang Sect's destiny—its qi luck—vanish completely.
Only Tang Wulin's fortune remained intact. Thank the heavens the child still bore the title of Heaven's Favored Son.
For countless years, Tang San had labored to sustain the Tang Sect after its long decline. He had even guided his son-in-law to revitalize it.
And yet, after everything, it was still destroyed.
Even Tang San himself could only sigh furiously. The Tang Sect… truly a useless pile of mud!
Thankfully, Shrek Academy remained reliable—ever steadfast at the peak of the continent's power.
Tang San muttered, half in prayer, "Surely, Shrek Academy won't meet any misfortune…"
…
God-Slaying Cannon: Heaven-Annihilating Cataclysm!
The terrible energy still lingered, its destructive shockwaves spreading across Shrek City.
Under the Federation's tight control, panic gradually subsided.
Shrek's city defense army—thirty thousand elite soldiers, formerly loyal to the Sea God Pavilion—was already under complete Federal command.
These soldiers were no ordinary troops. They were handpicked Shrek graduates—Inner Court aspirants who remained behind to serve in the city defenses.
The Federation didn't disband them; they simply took command. Their gear was so advanced it rivaled that of the Central Corps.
As the purple radiance from the Level Twelve Cannon dimmed, its afterglow was swiftly contained. Not even a trace leaked beyond the city walls.
The Spirit Transmission Tower played a crucial role. After inheriting the crafting methods of Kong Deming's life-bound Soul Device, and with Huo Yuhao's advancements in Soul Guidance Technology, their engineering had reached astonishing heights.
During the Heroic Legend of Tang Sect era, Huo Yuhao had even created defensive Soul Towers capable of fatally wounding god-tier beings—single-use weapons, but devastating nonetheless.
The Tower's greatest legacy: the Level Twelve Life-Bound Soul Device—Spirit Transmission Tower itself.
Over ten thousand years of upgrades had culminated in the ninety-nine–story monument standing opposite Shrek Academy.
When the sky turned purple, a faint azure mist emerged from the tower, enveloping the sky over Shrek City, sealing off the violent energy that had annihilated Tang Sect.
Using the son-in-law of the Tang God King's own creation—to destroy the Tang God King's sect.
A poetic irony. A perfect strike.
"Level Twelve... the Federation actually dared to unleash a Level Twelve cannon!"
Yun Ming's eyes widened in disbelief.
He could sense it clearly. The Tang Sect's acting master—a Level 99 Quasi-God Extreme Douluo—had been reduced to ash along with the entire sect grounds.
He could scarcely imagine what would happen if that same weapon fell upon Shrek Academy.
Could even he withstand it?
Was destroying Tang Sect first a warning?
Even Long Yueye's eyes blazed with fury. Were it not for the eight Extreme Douluo surrounding them, and out of regard for Shrek's safety, she would have charged forward without hesitation—life and death be damned.
Facing that glare, Chen Xinjie sighed. "The Federation has no desire for enmity with Shrek Academy. Leave Shrek City now, and it will remain the sacred ground of soul masters."
But these were merely empty appeasements.
If Shrek retreated, its ten-thousand-year legacy would crumble—and its prestige across the continent would collapse overnight.
The Academy's proud slogan, 'A soul master who fears trouble is no true soul master,' had stirred countless souls for ages. But now, it would come home to roost—every ounce of arrogance turning into backlash.
Yun Ming's face twisted in silent struggle. Even as the strongest man alive, he was powerless against the momentum of history.
At least the Federation had shown restraint, firing upon Tang Sect first as a warning instead of launching directly at Shrek. Otherwise, he might have gambled everything in defiance.
"I'm sorry, old allies," he whispered bitterly.
From the ashes of Tang Sect… silence.
Tang Sect: ?
(END CHAPTER)
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