Chapter 148: The Reawakening of Old Tang — I Am the True Sea God!
This piqued Jiang Chen's curiosity.
What he knew about the conflict between the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan was limited—just what ancient texts mentioned in passing.
The Dragon God and Phoenix God had fought. The Phoenix God had fallen, and the Phoenix Clan was wiped out. Afterward, the Dragon God permitted humans to ascend to godhood.
But the five original Divine Kings of the Divine Realm Committee weren't human at all. They, like the Dragon God, were born from the cosmos itself.
(Originally, it was said the Five Divine Kings came from the Creator God, but later... well, anyone who knows, knows.)
Within the Dragon God's dominion—the Divine Dragon Realm—there had once been eighteen God Kings, not just the famed Nine Dragon Kings.
If the Dragon God truly had twenty powerhouses at its back, victory over the Phoenix God and her clan didn't sound impossible at all.
"And then what?" Jiang Chen pressed, nudging her.
Gu Yue shook her head. "I don't know."
She wasn't the Dragon God—she didn't possess its memories.
If she did, the Divine Realm would already have been torn open and the glory of the Dragon Clan restored.
"Useless."
"What did you say?"
Her silver brows arched—instantly bristling.
But Jiang Chen only smirked; teasing her was daily amusement by this point.
"Wait—someone just woke up."
"Huh?"
"Old Tang?"
"You're awake?"
Tang Wulin, who just moments ago had been busy trying to impress his senior sister, suddenly found himself pulled into his inner world.
Deep within his spiritual sea, the Golden Night Dragon slept curled beside the faint golden shadow of the Golden Dragon King. But Wulin's eyes ignored them both—instead lighting up at the sight of a familiar man before him.
"Old Tang!"
Even with all his nagging about joining Shrek or reviving Tang Sect, Old Tang had always been his silent guide, his mentor through every hardship. Without Old Tang's help, Wulin knew he'd never have come this far.
"Uh, Old Tang… what's on your forehead?"
A faint light gleamed there—a tiny golden trident symbol, glowing like a tattoo.
It shimmered with sacred brilliance.
"I… am Tang San?"
The man murmured to himself, confusion in his tone. Then, as the trident pulsed brighter, an overwhelming flood of memory surged through him.
"I am—Tang San, the Sea God."
The truth clicked into place.
The boy before him… was his son.
Though hard to accept, the proof was clear. The super artifact in his hand, the pulsing power within—it all made too much sense.
He wasn't merely a fragment of divine will.
He was Tang San. The Sea God Tang San.
After all, the artifact resided with him, didn't it?
Old Tang and Tang San were no different.
"Old Tang? Old Tang!"
Wulin called again, worry creeping into his voice.
But there was no response—only the faint golden aura flickering around his mentor's silent form.
When Old Tang's eyes finally opened again, they gleamed with something unfathomable.
"Yes, Wulin," he said slowly, "I have finally awakened."
At that, the Sea God grew quietly furious.
He only had three chances—three moments when his divine will could manifest in this world.
And one of those moments had been wasted—by that damn Silver Dragon King.
That failure had forced his long slumber, delaying his plan.
Now, of all times—while his son's fate hung in balance—he had been absent!
He clenched his fist. His grand design had relied on every step being perfect—even sending his son through Questioning Love Valley for "reconstruction."
And yet… he'd lost precious time.
"Ah."
"Why the sigh, Old Tang?" Tang Wulin asked earnestly. "You're awake now—that's all that matters!"
He truly was happy.
Old Tang knew so much—he could surely teach him how to impress girls!
Maybe then he could finally rival Jiang Chen, who somehow always had girls orbiting him like planets around the sun.
Seeing the pure joy on his son's face, Tang San's stern expression softened.
As expected—his own flesh and blood!
"Tell me, Wulin," he asked gently, "how long have I been asleep? Where are you now?"
The question hit harder than it should have.
Shame prickled at Wulin's heart.
Old Tang had always harped on joining Shrek Academy, but he hadn't.
His first impression of the place had been terrible. And once he'd learned that the strict, cantankerous old woman running its Outer Court was its dean... well, that had sealed his decision.
He had chosen Douluo University instead.
He hesitated, then said honestly, "Sorry, Old Tang. I didn't join Shrek… I'm at the Federation's Douluo University."
To his shock, Old Tang didn't rage or lecture him.
He went silent.
Inside, the God King seethed.
What was wrong with Shrek?!
Only there could one achieve true growth!
But if his son refused, forcing him would only backfire. In the end, all paths led back to Shrek anyway.
Hadn't Dai Yuehao once resisted, only to end up handpicked into his destined role?
Everything could be fixed—so long as the Questioning Love Valley existed.
"No matter," Tang San finally said.
That simple response made Wulin sigh in relief.
Even though he trusted Old Tang, being near him always carried this weight—a mix of awe and fear.
"Old Tang," he ventured, "I keep feeling… like there's something else inside me. Another consciousness."
Whenever he rested, a faint voice whispered within his dreams—always indistinct, but always there.
At first, he'd assumed it was Old Tang meddling again—another hidden test or form of guidance.
But even after Old Tang had fallen silent in sleep, the voice had remained.
So the suspicion no longer made sense.
"Another consciousness?" Tang San repeated thoughtfully. His eyes deepened as dozens of ancient calculations flickered across his mind.
Truth be told… Wulin wasn't wrong.
The foreign will inside him was Tang San's doing.
But there was no malice. It was only ever meant to protect, to shape.
After all, his son had been too young—too naïve about good and evil.
What father wouldn't ensure his heir followed the right path?
If he existed at all, then of course his son had to listen to him.
He'd designed it long ago: a sequence embedded within Wulin's soul, ensuring his path would align perfectly with his expectations.
Of course, that wasn't something he could reveal.
Nor was it the right time to unveil who he truly was.
So he smiled faintly. "Indeed, Wulin. There is another will inside you."
"Remember what I told you before? The Golden Dragon King isn't completely dead."
Wulin's eyes widened. His gaze darted toward the sleeping Golden Night Dragon nearby.
Flashes of memory struck him—the moment that little dragon had obliterated a ten-thousand-year beast as if it were nothing.
A chilling, absurd realization began forming in his heart.
"The Golden Night Dragon is—"
(END CHAPTER)
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