Chapter 319 Post-War "Moon?!" Sang Zhitao was stunned...
"Moon?!" Sang Zhitao was stunned for a moment, then turned her head blankly to look at Wang to the side. "What do you mean?"
Wang covered his bruised face, sighed, and said, "Before the war began, I went to the Tomb of the Gods and found the words Yue left behind before she left."
"So?" Sang Zhitao endured the pain and got up, sitting cross-legged in the void.
“So, you are not Yue’s child, but her reincarnation.” The king looked at her with a serious expression.
"To be precise, you are not her reincarnation, but the moon itself."
Sang Zhitao frowned, looking at him with confusion: "But I don't have Yue's memories."
After letting out a deep breath, Wang Chongchong said, "Before we fought, I told you that wars are caused by people splitting their souls into the world consciousness of their own small worlds in order to increase their cultivation."
"It's related to the moon?!" At this point, even if Sang Zhitao was stupid, she could understand a little bit.
Wang nodded: "I only found out after I found this."
The legend of a deity with two souls in one body has been circulating in the divine realm for many years, and no deity can say for sure when it began to circulate.
But no god is unaware that this legend was most prevalent tens of millions of years ago, during the most prosperous period of the divine realm.
At that time, the divine realm welcomed her most talented and powerful successor—the Moon.
The moon itself is an extremely fair and kind ruler. She cares deeply for the other people in the divine realm and has always handled matters between different groups fairly.
In addition, she possesses abilities that surpass those of other royal family members, making her the most anticipated queen in the entire divine realm.
It's fair to say that back then, everyone was looking forward to her growing up.
"And then?" Sang Zhitao cast a healing spell on herself before continuing to ask.
"Later..." The king's eyes looked into the distance.
"Later, for some reason, Yue suddenly became interested in this legend."
“No!” Wang shook his head and continued, “It’s not just interest, it’s an obsession.”
"Why? What happened next?" Sang Zhitao pressed.
Wang shook his head: "The words left by Yue did not go into detail, nor is it recorded in the history books. Even many gods who came back from that period have lost their memories of it."
"So, nobody knows what Yue did, she just disappeared one day?" Sang Zhitao felt that something was not right.
Wang sighed: "You could say that."
"Then how can you be sure I am Yue?" Sang Zhitao was even more puzzled.
"Because Yue said that if she couldn't find the legendary being, she would become her."
“Well…” Sang Zhitao looked down at her pink tentacles covered in wounds, “but it’s also possible that your guess is wrong.”
Sang Zhitao raised her hand to interrupt Wang's opening remarks and looked around.
The once dreamlike realm of gods is now filled with the ruins of various races' dwellings.
"Haven't you cleaned up the battlefield yet?" Sang Zhitao suddenly asked.
Wang thought she would continue to ask about what happened before, but he didn't expect her to ask this.
"Thirty thousand years after your death, we ended the war, but we could not find you."
"In order to find you, we had to temporarily abandon organizing all this, but we never expected..."
He looked at Sang Zhitao, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face: "I didn't expect that Shi would hide you in her space."
“Ah…” Sang Zhitao suddenly realized, “No wonder.”
Having healed most of her injuries, Sang Zhitao stood up from the ground: "Can I return to Earth with my current strength?"
Wang was taken aback by her abrupt change of thought: "It doesn't seem to work yet."
A hint of disappointment flashed across Sang Zhitao's face.
"Speaking of which..." Wang hesitated for a moment before saying, "You..."
Sang Zhitao stuffed the small worlds floating in mid-air into her sleeve-shaped Qiankun, while turning to look at the king.
After pondering for a moment, Wang said, "I've discovered that your success rate in creating worlds is extremely high, almost one hundred percent."
"Is your success rate very low?" Sang Zhitao asked, somewhat surprised.
She has been hidden away by her master all these years, and she doesn't know what the normal success rate is in the divine realm.
Wang shook his head with a sigh: "Even for me, the success rate is only about 70%."
"How exactly did you do it?" he asked Sang Zhitao curiously.
Sang Zhitao slowly shook her head.
Seeing this, the king was at a loss for words.
"Wang! Tao!" A pale yellow octopus came rushing over from not far away.
Sang Zhitao felt that the other person's voice was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember it no matter what she did.
It wasn't until the plump octopus flew right next to her that Sang Zhitao could barely recall who it was from its movements and voice.
“…Spirit?!” she asked tentatively in a soft voice.
Ling suddenly raised two tentacles and hugged her tightly: "Tao! Long time no see!"
Sang Zhitao silently pushed her away with her two tentacles: "Hmm, long time no see."
After greeting her, Ling was gently pushed away by her force before turning to look at the king: "Your Majesty, it's almost all cleaned up now."
As she spoke, she looked at the large tree debris floating not far away: "Except where the rebels are."
Sang Zhitao's heart skipped a beat. She turned to look at the tree root drifting towards her, and a thought flashed through her mind: "Wood...?"
Ling paused for a moment before turning to look at her: "Mm."
"So, Mu was involved too?"
"Um."
"Is he...dead?"
"Um."
"How did he die?"
When asked this, Ling stared blankly at Wang until he silently nodded slightly to her before she whispered, "To perish together with Master."
Sang Zhitao suddenly looked at Wang: "Mu... killed Master?!"
Wang looked at her, and after a long while, nodded.
Sang Zhitao simply couldn't connect the boy who, upon their first meeting, wholeheartedly believed he was her child with the traitor who killed her master.
In Wang's memory, Sang Zhitao hadn't spent much time with Mu and the others, so she shouldn't have been too sad. But seeing the expression on Sang Zhitao's face now, he was a little uncertain.
Sang Zhitao didn't say anything. She touched her inner pocket and took a ball of light that had floated to the side and put it inside.
"These...?" Ling only then noticed that there were seven or eight world orbs floating next to Sang Zhitao. "These are the worlds you created?"
"To be able to create so many successful worlds in 70,000 years, she truly deserves to be a child of royalty." Ling couldn't help but extend a tentacle towards her.
Sang Zhitao opened her mouth and looked at Wang.
Wang shook his head helplessly: "That's only a small part."
Ling stared at him blankly.
After mentally calculating for a moment, Wang said, "I just did a rough calculation, and I estimate there are more than ten thousand."
"How...how many?! More than ten thousand?!" Ling was so shocked that her skin turned pale.
"Yes." Wang looked at Sang Zhitao and couldn't help but smile, "She's a true genius."
Ling glanced at Sang Zhitao's tentacles, which were much thinner than her own, with surprise. She then secretly extended one of her tentacles and compared it with Sang Zhitao's before grinning to herself.
Her size was already quite large, and even her seemingly subtle movements were magnified by her size, making them completely visible to Sang Zhitao and Wang beside her.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but twitch her lips: "So your success rate is that low?"
Ling nodded obediently: "Yes, my success rate is forty percent."
Seeing Sang Zhitao's calm expression, she couldn't help but say, "That's impressive! Apart from the king, the royal family usually only has about 40% or 50% of the royal family."
"My level is comparable to that of royal elites!"
Sang Zhitao silently raised her two tentacles and patted them, saying emotionlessly, "Wow, that's amazing!"
Ling didn't care about her perfunctory attitude. After all, in her eyes, Sang Zhitao was still a baby, and even her perfunctory attitude was cute.
"How did you do that?" The question that Ling Jiangwang had asked before was once again thrown at Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao obediently shook her head: "I don't know."
“…Alright!” Ling didn’t pay much attention to the issue and started discussing other things with Wang.
"It's been 30,000 to 40,000 years since the war ended, and you still haven't finished cleaning up?" Sang Zhitao couldn't help but ask when she heard Ling Wen's questions, which mostly focused on comforting the wounded and post-disaster reconstruction.
Wang and Ling exchanged a glance before saying somewhat awkwardly, "We've all lived too long and have hardly ever experienced war, so we're a bit short-handed for the time being."
“I think…” Sang Zhitao opened her mouth, but couldn’t help but say, “I think you need the help of humans on Earth.”
Wang twitched his lips and replied helplessly, "They can't come to the realm of gods."
A look of disappointment flashed across Sang Zhitao's face.
This made Wang regret his bluntness.
"Let's take Tao to the main hall first," Ling said, glancing at the king and then at Tao.
After thinking for a moment, Wang stepped forward, grabbed Sang Zhitao, and they transformed into a beam of light, heading straight for the main hall.
Sang Zhitao felt as if she had been transported to a different environment in the blink of an eye, and couldn't help but look at Wang: "Why were you flying slowly with me before? Wouldn't it have been faster to teleport like this?"
“You were too young back then to adapt to our teleportation,” Wang said, glancing at Sang Zhitao’s antennae.
There were two fine scratches there, caused by the spatial tearing resulting from the teleportation.
Wang frowned and said helplessly, "You need to become even stronger."
"Alright." Sang Zhitao looked down at the wound and nodded.
"Tingling said that your success rate in creating small worlds is very high?" A clan leader, whose race was unknown, came forward.
The only deities Sang Zhitao had encountered in the past few days were Spirit, King, and her own prototype, all of which were octopuses. When she suddenly saw a cloud of mist drifting over, she was momentarily stunned.
Wang greeted Wu: "Yes, it should be close to one hundred percent."
The mist circled around Sang Zhitao a few times, occasionally exclaiming in amazement: "She's even more amazing than Princess Yue back then! Princess Yue was only 99% capable back then."
"One out of a hundred is bad?" Sang Zhitao couldn't help but ask curiously.
Fog shook itself before saying, "No, no, no, it's one in a million bad."
Sang Zhitao laughed after hearing this, "Then I am better than her. I don't have any of them."
Wu froze, instinctively moving closer to Wang.
Wang nodded.
Seeing this, the surrounding clan leaders all gathered around: "How did you do that?"
Everyone asked the same question, and all of them gave the same answer: Sang Zhitao didn't know.
"Something just doesn't feel right."
"That's definitely not right."
"That's definitely not right."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's right!"
After the clan leaders huddled together and discussed quietly for a long time, they finally looked at Wang and Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao paid no attention to the old people. She whispered to the king and asked curiously, "Last time I saw them in the main hall, they were all in human form. Why are they all in their original forms now?"
"That main hall was damaged." Wang Ye lowered his voice, following her lead. "The previous main hall had a protective array, but this one was a temporary structure and didn't have one."
Sang Zhitao nodded in realization, and then saw several clan leaders floating over.
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