In the extremely oppressive atmosphere of the secret room, Wang Donger leaned against the edge of the Ice Coffin, her spirit crushed. Her originally brilliant pinkish-blue long hair, like butterfly wings, now hung messily over her shoulders, obscuring her bloodless face.
She stared blankly at the hard ground, Liu Yuan's every word echoing incessantly in her mind. Those words were like heavy iron hammers, smashing her perception of the world from the past twenty-odd years into fragments.
She tried to find even a shred of evidence in the depths of her memory to refute him, trying to prove that everything before her was just a malicious lie fabricated by Liu Yuan.
But every time she looked back at the past, all she got was that blurry silhouette of the Haotian Fortress, like a fake backdrop.
The feeling was utterly absurd; she could remember the height of the Haotian Fortress, but she couldn't remember which bluestone she had once tripped on.
She could remember the majesty of Tai Tan and Niu Tian, but she couldn't remember any details of a warm afternoon. That shuddering sensation originating from the depths of her Soul still lingered at her fingertips—it was the absolute resistance she had encountered just now when she tried to pick up the spirit tool.
The truth of having her divine soul personally dismembered by the person she revered most, and even her consciousness being completely manipulated, filled her with a bone-chilling despair.
She didn't want to believe such things, even frantically praying in the depths of her heart, hoping to see a hint of playfulness or even a trace of a lie born from hostility in Liu Yuan's eyes.
But in Liu Yuan's eyes, there was only that coldness that saw through eternity and pierced through Karma. The cruelty of reality plunged her into immense agony; she felt her life was like an exquisitely carved vessel displayed on a shrine, but empty inside, filled only with something called the "God King Plan."
High above in the distant God Realm, Tang San's defense broke once again within the God King Hall.
He gripped the Sea God Trident tightly, the shaft emitting bursts of ear-piercing friction sounds due to the violent trembling of his hand muscles.
The sound echoed in the empty temple, sounding exceptionally restless. His hatred for Liu Yuan had reached an unprecedented level; it was a kind of shame and anger born from being completely seen through.
In Tang San's view, Liu Yuan's existence was simply beyond ridiculous.
As the God King who controlled the God Realm and had calculated for ten thousand years, Tang San believed that every move he made was done without anyone knowing. Whether it was splitting his daughter's Soul to the Lower Realm or the cultivation and tempering of the Child of Destiny, these layouts should have been top secrets that even other Primary Gods would find hard to detect.
But in Liu Yuan's eyes, he, Tang San, seemed to have no secrets at all. All his methods, all his traps, and even his deep-seated aversion to spirit tools were exposed one by one by Liu Yuan in broad daylight.
This frustration of being completely seen through by a Mortal, and even being publicly humiliated in front of the two core figures of his plan, was something Tang San absolutely could not accept.
He looked at Liu Yuan's calm face in the round mirror, the killing intent in his heart already condensing into a tangible black-purple fluctuation.
Due to the violent ups and downs of his emotions, the sea of divine force clouds outside the Sea God Temple churned violently, with constant thunder.
He wished he could immediately bring down a destructive divine punishment to completely erase this uncontrollable otherworldly variable into the dust of the plane.
"Liu Yuan, you must die..." Tang San growled through gritted teeth, his God King pressure making the Divine Officials below tremble with fear.
Back in the secret room of the Dukes Mansion, Liu Yuan looked at Wang Donger, who had already fallen into a state of mental trance, and showed no pity.
For this "Daughter of God," he provided the most cruel yet most real healing.
He knew very well that for someone like Wang Donger, whose cognition had been forcibly reshaped and subtly influenced by Divine Sense since infancy, it was impossible to accept such a subversive fact in a single day.
The Dual Soul Cores within him stopped their high-speed resonance, releasing the originally tense spirit power. The pressure in the secret room dissipated, replaced by a deathly silence.
"I didn't expect you to believe it completely right now," Liu Yuan looked down at Wang Donger, his tone still flat and restrained, without any euphoria resulting from victory.
"The facts are right here. You can close your eyes and not admit it, but you cannot deny the chains deep within your divine soul. In the days to come, you can doubt more and think more independently."
"Sometimes, don't believe too much in the images forcibly stuffed into your mind. That is a script others want you to see, not the life you truly possessed."
Wang Donger still kept her head down and said nothing. Her nails dug deep into her palms, and blood seeped out, but she used this physical pain to combat the sense of void originating from the depths of her Soul.
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath at this moment, the bloodshot veins in his Spirit Eyes gradually receding, replaced by a clarity he had never had before.
He walked up to Liu Yuan and, without any hesitation, bowed again in salute.
Although what he heard today had completely shattered his past worldview, making him realize he was nothing more than a Gu insect raised in a jar by the God King, one point was incredibly clear to him—if it weren't for Liu Yuan, Wang Donger would be a cold corpse by now, and he would have become a sacrifice for Tang San to complete his "domestication" in that Soul-Severing Valley.
"Brother Liu Yuan, no matter what the truth is, no matter what Divine Might or disasters I have to face in the future, this time, thank you for saving Donger." Huo Yuhao looked up, his eyes showing an unprecedented determination—a kind of rebellion and Awakening that came from his very bones.
"What I said to you before is still valid. Since my life has broken free from that person's chessboard, from now on, as long as you have a need, even if I have to use this life of mine to crash open the gates of the God Realm, I will never look back."
This was a promise completely detached from the God Realm's monitoring and the "God of Love's control," and it was also the first time Huo Yuhao had pledged loyalty with his pure self-will. He looked at Liu Yuan as if looking at a lighthouse that could stand firm in the storms of the God Realm.
Liu Yuan nodded slightly. Just as he was about to respond to Huo Yuhao's statement, extremely chaotic and hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the secret room door.
Bang!
A personal guard of the Dukes Mansion had a grim face and bloodshot eyes. He couldn't care less about the "strictly no disturbances" order of the secret room and came crawling and rolling through the door. He knelt on one knee from the momentum, his voice distorted and hoarse due to extreme shock.
"Reporting to the Duke! Important information has arrived from the front, it's... it's about Shrek Academy!"
Liu Yuan's eyebrows twitched slightly. He didn't show much emotional fluctuation, but a dark red light flashed through his deep eyes as he coldly spat out one word: "Read."
The guard wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead and took out a sealed urgent report from his bosom, which appeared somewhat wrinkled due to the high-speed transmission. His voice trembled as he read:
"According to the exact message sent back by special-grade undercover personnel in Shrek City, the Pavilion Master of the Sea Gods Pavilion of Shrek Academy, the Dragon God Douluo Mu En, due to the complete exhaustion of his bodily functions, formally passed away in the Sea Gods Pavilion in the early hours of this morning."
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