Douluo Reborn: The Silver Dragon Returns, but Regrets End

Chapter 261 Ten thousand years later, I will still choose you

Tang Wutong's voice echoed over Tiandou City, carrying a sense of determination and vicissitudes. The pink-blue light surged like a surging tide, firmly suppressing Tang San.

Ten thousand years ago, she resolutely gave up her body, and from that moment on, she had already severed all ties with Tang San. All she had left was indeed this soul, but she had never revealed to Lin Xiuran that this was all she had.

Tang San's face was gloomy, and he said with difficulty: "Wutong, are you really going to be so decisive?"

"I didn't hesitate ten thousand years ago, and I won't change ten thousand years later." Tang Wutong's voice echoed in the sky above Tiandou City, and her determination and firmness seemed to be able to penetrate time and space. The pink-blue light became more and more dazzling, as if it was going to burn the whole world to ashes.

Tang San didn't have time to say anything. His soul was quickly squeezed by a powerful force. The blue light on Tang Wulin's body suddenly disappeared, and he fell straight to the ground.

The uncontrolled Seagod Trident finally turned into a brilliant stream of light and merged into the trident pattern on Tang Wulin's forehead. However, this time, the trident pattern looked much dimmer, as if it had lost its former glory.

Lin Xiuran half-knelt on the ground, watching Tang Wutong's gradually burning soul, and said in a trembling voice: "Sister Wu, you lied to me..."

At this time, Lin Xiuran couldn't understand that Tang Wutong was definitely not just a soul.

Tang Wutong's soul is already burning fiercely, and soon, she will completely disappear between heaven and earth, without any trace left.

However, at this moment, her face was filled with a happy smile, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, warm and moving.

"That's enough. At least, I lived for myself."

She gently stroked Lin Xiuran's face, her eyes full of reluctance. "It's just that I can't see you again in your perfect state. But for now, this is enough."

"At least you can't forget me."

Tang Wutong shook her head slightly, her tone gentle but firm. "Don't feel guilty, this is what I should do, whether it's out of love or gratitude. At least, I'm a person now, not a puppet, and I'm satisfied with that."

Lin Xiuran held Tang Wutong's hand tightly, as if he could keep her like this. "Sister Wu, there must be another way."

Tang Wutong looked at Lin Xiuran tenderly and shook her head gently, her long hair fluttering in the wind. "There is no other way. This is my choice. Don't be sad. Remember me and live well."

Her figure began to slowly dissipate, and most of her body had already turned into a pink-blue light and disappeared. Gradually, the hand that Lin Xiuran was holding also slowly disappeared, without a trace of touch.

At the very end, when the air was almost completely dissipated, she finally said, "Xiu Ran, promise me that no matter what happens in the future, please spare my brother's life, okay?"

"He is also a miserable man..." The voice after that was almost gone, but Lin Xiuran heard every word clearly.

At this time, a picture appeared in the sky, which was the final embodiment of Tang Wutong's thoughts.

But it’s just a picture.

A handsome young man wearing armor and holding a nine-colored golden spear stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance.

Behind him, there was a beautiful young girl staring closely at the young man's profile, as if she was unwilling to let go of even a single detail.

It was just a static picture, but it explained everything. That face was undoubtedly Lin Xiuran, but it didn't seem like him. That kind of arrogance and momentum was definitely something he didn't have now.

But there was no time to think about anything. The pink-blue light completely dissipated, and Tang Wutong's soul disappeared between heaven and earth. The sky above Tiandou City returned to its former tranquility, as if the fierce battle just now had never happened.

Lin Xiuran supported himself with the Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix Spear and stood up with difficulty. Wu Siduo's wounds had been healed by Tang Wutong, and she also stood up at this moment.

The others were the same, no one spoke at this moment, just watching in silence. A strange silence filled the battlefield that had just been fierce.

Lin Xiuran looked far away in the direction where Tang Wutong disappeared, his eyes full of loss and sadness, and he was absent-minded for a long time.

He had never thought that Sister Wu was actually Tang Wutong, the sister of Tang Wulin, the daughter of Tang San and Xiao Wu, a woman who dared to love and hate. She was willing to give everything for him.

Lin Xiuran was filled with thoughts. What kind of person was he? How could he deserve her love like this?
Whether it was Sister Na, her, or the Beast King Palace, he had been questioning himself in his heart since a very early time, was he really worthy?

Just recalling Tang Wutong's beautiful face in his memory, Lin Xiuran unconsciously lost his mind.

Tang Wutong, she dared to give up her body and her position as a god ten thousand years ago. Just for the love in her heart, she could leave behind a soul and escape from the God Realm.

This is exactly why Tang Wutong was able to suppress Tang San's soul. Even though Tang San was a Divine King, he was just an ordinary soul after all, while Tang Wutong's was everything.

If she could abandon her body ten thousand years ago, then she could also abandon her soul ten thousand years later. She had never been a puppet, and no one was born a puppet.

Resistance is the best weapon God gives to those who suffer injustice.

In a sense, although Tang Wutong died, she did not fail. She did what ordinary people could not do and found something that could truly prove herself.

From that moment on, she was no longer Tang Wutong, nor was she Wang Qiuer, nor was she Wang Donger. She was herself, an independent person, a person who was not bound by constraints, and a person who deserved to be loved but did not wait for that love.

Perhaps, in Tang Wutong's memory, on that most ordinary afternoon ten thousand years ago, the young man stood on the golden tree of Sea God Island of Shrek Academy, standing alone in the wind, proud of the heroes.

It is also for the sake of friendship that young people can fight against gods with their own guns and mortal strength.

It is also the most correct choice for the girl between the young man who has been reborn from the ashes and her father.

From that moment on, the bond had been formed, and the ten thousand years of knowing each other, meeting and separation seemed to have been destined. From the first meeting, fate had quietly changed, whether it was Lin Xiuran or Tang Wutong.

Their destinies are intertwined, like two intertwined rivers, flowing through the long river of time, leaving behind countless memories and emotions.

But two rivers will not always intersect, there will always be a day when they separate. Maybe it is the end of one river, maybe it is the continuation of another river.

But in short, they have no way to gather together.

Time is like water, once it passes by we will never meet again.

(End of this chapter)