As Tang San's heart raced with alarm, he suddenly found himself once again ensnared in Shi Nian's illusion—his most powerful spell, the Heart Demon Illusion. This technique drags the victim into a reality where they confront their most haunting memories, amplifying their worst fears.
Shi Nian watched Tang San's contorted expression of distress and sneered, "I didn't expect a Heart Demon Illusion to be so hard on you. If I were stronger, I'd love to see exactly what you're experiencing… ha-ha-ha!"
Meanwhile, Su Ming, sensing the moment was ripe, entered his spiritual space. He turned to Ah Yin and said, "Ah Yin, I'll show you exactly what Tang San is seeing within the illusion. You heard Shi Nian: this illusion forces people to relive their most painful memories, amplifying them. It's absolutely real!"
Ah Yin felt her heart tighten, her brow creasing with worry.
Seeing her reaction, Su Ming shook his head slightly. "Better a short, sharp pain than endless deception," he thought, even though he knew Ah Yin might break down afterward. But it was time for the truth to come out, to finally sever her lingering attachment to Tang Hao and Tang San.
"System," Su Ming called mentally, "use the Illusion Extraction Card to project everything Tang San sees in the illusion into my spiritual space."
At once, a projection appeared in front of Su Ming and Ah Yin.
Ah Yin's gaze was immediately drawn to it, where a young man with blue hair stood, facing several masked elders. One of the elders spoke sternly, "Tang San! As an outsider to the Tang Sect, you dared enter the Forbidden Library to steal the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Mysterious Jade Hand. Do you know your crime?"
At the elder's words, the others joined in the rebuke.
Ah Yin was stunned. The young man caught stealing skills—was he Tang San? Could he really not be her son?
Standing beside her, Su Ming spoke calmly, "Believe me now, Ah Yin? The people denouncing him are the elders of his Tang Sect. Tang San is not from this world—at least, his soul isn't. The Mysterious Heaven Skill and those other techniques of his aren't spirit abilities he developed through talent; they're stolen arts from his past life."
"He is not your son."
Su Ming's words pierced Ah Yin's heart like a blade, making it hard for her to breathe.
Meanwhile, in the illusion, Tang San looked around in confusion, not realizing he was caught in Shi Nian's trap. Slowly, he recognized the setting: the cliff where he had once been denounced by the Tang Sect's elders. Panic seized him as he stammered in defense, "I admit I was wrong to sneak into the Forbidden Library, but I refuse to accept this fate!"
"I may have been an abandoned child taken in by the sect, but I have great talent and have risked my life on countless dangerous missions for the sect. So why am I still barred from entering the inner sect?"
The first elder retorted coldly, "That is the rule of the Tang Sect. You are not of the Tang lineage; you have no right to enter the inner sect! When we saved you, you were a mere orphan. Not only do you show no gratitude, but you even dared to steal from us! Do you know what that means?"
The second elder continued, "According to the rules of the Tang Sect, stealing our martial arts without permission warrants either the abolishment of all cultivation and banishment or the death penalty! You, Tang San, who stole our supreme techniques, the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Mysterious Jade Hand, should be put to death!"
Desperate, Tang San argued, "I didn't steal them! An elder within the Forbidden Library permitted me to learn those techniques!"
The first elder hesitated but then barked, "Lies! The grand elder of the library rarely appears, let alone grants permission to someone like you! Even if he did, that would only be because he found you sneaking around. But it doesn't change the fact that you trespassed and stole. If every disciple behaved like you, the Tang Sect would fall to ruin! Now, hand over all the hidden weapons you made using the Mysterious Jade Hand. We will inform the sect leader and let him decide your punishment!"
As Ah Yin watched the scene, tears welled in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. Despite the slight differences in events due to Tang San's re-entry, his ultimate fate in the illusion remained the same: a fall from the cliff.
To Su Ming, the specific details hardly mattered. The key takeaway was that Tang San's soul came from another world. That alone was enough.
The scene shifted. Tang San's soul drifted into the world of Douluo Continent, where it floated near Tang Hao as he tried to "shield" Ah Yin from the Spirit Hall's attack.
Then, by sheer chance, Tang San's soul entered the body of the newborn who lay motionless in Tang Hao's arms.
"No!!! Get out of my child!" Ah Yin's anguished scream tore through the spiritual space.
Su Ming was taken aback by the vividness of the projection, surprised that Shi Nian's illusion could reveal even this moment. He silently noted that the Nightmare Martial Spirit was an exceptionally powerful one, though Shi Nian's unscrupulous methods and lack of alignment with Su Ming's principles meant he would not intervene if Tang Hao appeared to retaliate.
As Ah Yin's distress mounted, Su Ming's heart ached for her, but he knew it was best to let her process everything on her own.
Patting Ah Yin's shoulder, he murmured gently, "Now you know the truth. Tang San isn't really your son; he is a reincarnated soul who took over your child's body. Think it through. When your cultivation returns to one hundred thousand years, I'll let you confront Tang Hao and resolve this for yourself."