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After a long moment of taking, Wang Dong’er finally let go, still savoring the experience, her face full of lingering delight.

Su Yu rolled his eyes and chuckled: “Are you satisfied now?”

“Hmph~”

Wang Dong’er snorted softly, looking proud and adorable.

Su Yu smiled gently and ruffled her hair.

“Dong’er, what’s going on?”

Wang Dong’er’s behavior today was quite abnormal.

Wang Dong’er opened her mouth to speak but hesitated.

How should she explain what happened in her dream?

Such a bizarre experience—no matter how she put it, it would sound unbelievable.

Besides, knowing Su Yu’s personality, if he found out everything, who knows what ideas he would get.

She knew Su Yu well. He was extremely controlling and liked to have everything within his grasp.

What Su Yu hated most was the unexpected.

So even when he had the upper hand, Su Yu always acted cautiously and conservatively.

That’s just who he was—he’d only act when he was fully confident.

However, that mysterious person was truly too mysterious.

She knew Su Yu’s history and understood that he was hiding deep secrets, but that mysterious person was clearly on another level.

If she rashly told Su Yu everything, she might anger that mysterious person.

Currently, Su Yu didn’t seem to have the means to handle that person and might even provoke him.

Just Tang San alone was enough to make Su Yu wary, but in that person’s eyes, Tang San was like an ant.

Someone like that must not be offended lightly.

But if she said nothing and kept Su Yu in the dark, what if that mysterious person made a move one day and Su Yu was caught unprepared?

For a moment, Wang Dong’er felt conflicted.

Although what the mysterious person said seemed to imply no malice towards Su Yu—and even helped her see Tang San’s true face, leaving behind a gift as well—Wang Dong’er still felt wary.

She didn’t care about herself, but when it came to Su Yu, she couldn’t help but care.

After all, he was more important to her than her own life—her only emotional support now.

“What’s wrong?”

Seeing Wang Dong’er’s odd expression, Su Yu asked.

“It’s… nothing. I just had a nightmare. I dreamt I lost everything.”

The pain in Wang Dong’er’s heart was real.

Especially after learning the truth.

She felt no attachment to her so-called God King father—he didn’t exist in her memories.

She never even considered that person her father.

But she did have real feelings for Niu Tian and Tai Tan.

Yet even they had kept things from her, which hurt Wang Dong’er deeply.

Other than Su Yu, she truly had nothing left.

“Silly girl, it was just a dream. How can you take it seriously?”

“I’ll always be by your side.”

Su Yu gently stroked her hair, comforting her softly.

Wang Dong’er nodded, burying her head into Su Yu’s embrace.

Holding her soft figure, Su Yu’s gaze flickered.

His intuition told him Wang Dong’er was still hiding something.

Things weren’t as simple as she said.

After spending so much time together, how could Su Yu not know Wang Dong’er?

Even though she tried her best to hide it, he could still see that deep helplessness and sadness in her eyes.

What happened?

Su Yu was filled with doubt.

But since Wang Dong’er didn’t want to say, he didn’t want to push.

No matter what, he was certain of one thing—Wang Dong’er would never hurt him.

Her feelings for him were genuine.

He did not doubt that.

The only one who might affect Wang Dong’er was Tang San.

But wasn’t that the very reason he came—to remove this hidden danger?

What he wanted was an independent Wang Dong’er, not a puppet of some Godking.

Holding Wang Dong’er quietly, after a long while, he felt her emotions finally calming down.

Su Yu stroked her cheek; Wang Dong’er caught his hand and pressed it to her face.

“Dong’er, are you alright?”

Wang Dong’er squinted her eyes, relishing the warmth of Su Yu’s palm, and softly responded.

Su Yu pondered his words, then probed: “Dong’er, I came to see you today because there’s something we need to discuss.”

“What is it?”

Wang Dong’er looked up at Su Yu, already guessing what it was.

At this point, what else could make Su Yu so cautious except the Seventh Trial?

He wanted to help her remove Tang San’s imprint from her sea of consciousness.

With that thing present, she’d never truly be free.

Only by erasing the imprint could she be fully liberated.

Su Yu was probably struggling with how to tell her.

Wang Dong’er was touched, yet amused.

Perhaps Su Yu didn’t expect that she already knew everything.

If it wasn’t a forbidden topic, she’d have loved to just tell him and see his reaction.

He’d probably be quite shocked, right?

Thinking of that, Wang Dong’er smiled, her lips curving in a relaxed arc.

“It’s about you, Dong’er. There’s something I think it’s time to tell you.”

“There’s a restriction in your body—it’s quite dangerous…”

Su Yu tried to explain in a way Wang Dong’er could easily accept.

Unexpectedly, Wang Dong’er didn’t even question him, just smiled: “Alright, do whatever you want.”

“It’s just removing a restriction, right?”

“Let’s just get rid of it.”

Su Yu was surprised. “Dong’er, aren’t you going to ask anything else?”

“This is deeply tied to you, and there are some unspeakable secrets involved.”

“Removing the restriction may also erase some things very important to you. Dong’er, don’t you want to think it over?”

Su Yu had imagined many possible reactions from Wang Dong’er, but never expected her to be so decisive.

She didn’t ask what the restriction was.

Or who left it?

Or how did he know about it?

She agreed without asking anything.

Seeing his confusion, Wang Dong’er beamed: “Su Yu, I trust you.”

“No matter what it is, I trust you.”

“As for other things, I don’t care, and I don’t want to know too much.”

“I just know you’d never hurt me.”

Her certainty and natural tone, the absolute trust in her words, gave Su Yu a jolt.

He had thought of countless ways to reassure her doubts.

But he was knocked speechless by Wang Dong’er’s straightforward trust.

He stood there stunned for a while before smiling wryly.

Staring at Wang Dong’er for a long time, Su Yu said softly: “I was overthinking things. Don’t worry, Dong’er, I’ll never hurt you.”

“For now, let’s rest for a few days. Then, will you come with me to the Ice God Main Hall?”

Wang Dong’er pouted: “I’ll do whatever you say.”

Su Yu smiled, gently stroking her long hair.

…

Three days later.

Ice God Main Hall.

In the vast hall, several figures appeared.

Mu Wu, the hall guardian, was naturally present.

Next was Shui Lingguang, who was linked to Su Yu’s Seventh Trial.

The remaining two were Su Yu and Wang Dong’er.

Wang Dong’er’s matter was very private, and not suitable for many to know.

This was also for her own sake.

It was Wang Dong’er’s first time at the main hall; she was curious, looking around.

Su Yu rested his hand on her shoulder and glanced at Mu Wu and Shui Lingguang.

“Is everything ready?”

Mu Wu nodded: “Everything is prepared.”

Shui Lingguang also nodded: “Young master, we’re ready.”

Su Yu nodded: “Good. Then we can begin.”

His expression grew serious.

He couldn’t help it—after all, they were about to face Tang San.

Even if it was just a wisp of divine will, it was still left by a Godking.

Erasing it would not be smooth sailing.

They needed to be prepared.

“Dong’er, step forward.”

Su Yu signaled for her to approach.

She did so, stopping before the Ice God statue, curiously studying it.

Su Yu looked at Mu Wu, nodded, then pressed his right hand to the mark on his brow.

The spear-shaped mark shone brightly, and a moment later, an icy blue light shot out, striking the statue’s forehead.

The statue lit up.

Above it, a figure appeared, clad in icy armor, with a cold, peerless beauty—the Ice God herself.

Lifting her hand, the Ice God cast a holy, majestic light over Wang Dong’er.

Almost instantly, golden light surged from Dong’er.

A trident-shaped imprint appeared on her brow, beyond her control.

Then, a phantom figure emerged from her sea of consciousness.

A man, with delicate features and long hair trailing to the ground, holding a phantom trident.

Under the attack of Ice God’s divine power, he could no longer hide.

“Ice God! What are you trying to do?!”

Tang San was furious.

He never expected the Ice God to force him out like this.

“Enough!”

The Ice God’s voice was cold as endless icy light flooded Tang San.

Tang San’s expression changed as he tried to defend himself with his phantom trident.

“Hmph, do you think you can resist?”

With a snort, the Ice God beckoned, and the Ice Meteor Divine Spear flew up from the altar.

The Ice God’s orb in Shui Lingguang’s hand responded and flew to the Ice God, merging with the spear.

Before the shocked eyes of Su Yu and the others, the orb embedded itself in the spear.

Immediately, an overwhelming chill and divine authority swept the hall.

The Ice God gripped the spear with one hand and pointed it lightly, spreading cold through Tang San’s phantom.

With the super artifact’s power, she gained an overwhelming advantage.

Tang San’s face was ugly. “Ice God, don’t go too far! What are you trying to do?”

He couldn’t understand why she was attacking him.

Their relationship wasn’t great, but it hadn’t been this bad.

Most importantly, the imprint he left in Wang Dong’er was only a wisp of divine will.

But the Ice God was prepared; her power far exceeded his.

Even more unfairly, she was using a super artifact.

His defeat was inevitable.

“What am I doing?”

“I’m setting things right.”

“Tang San, as a God Realm enforcer, you knowingly broke the law. What punishment do you deserve?”

Tang San retorted: “Xiao Qi is my daughter! What’s wrong with leaving some protection on her?” (Xiao Qi is Tang Wutong's nickname.)

“That’s allowed by the God Realm’s rules.”

He spoke righteously.

“Bullshit! Cutting your own daughter’s soul in half, sealing her memories—is that your love?”

“With a father like you, your daughter is truly pitiful.”

“Tang San, drop the fake act. You just want to manipulate Su Yu.”

“But let me tell you, you picked the wrong target. My inheritor isn’t someone you can touch.”

“Try it, and I’ll cut your hand off!”

With a snort, the Ice God readied her spear.

Tang San, furious and guilty, shouted: “Ice God!”

She sneered: “Watch me!”

With no more words, under Tang San’s venomous glare, the spear came down.

The super artifact’s power was overwhelming.

Tang San’s phantom shattered into nothingness.

At the same time, the trident mark on Wang Dong’er’s brow disappeared.

Wang Dong’er felt a weight lift from her as if shattering her shackles.

With Tang San’s imprint gone, her sealed memories surged back.

She instantly recalled everything—including her memories from the God Realm.

In those memories, Tang San seemed to dote on her.

But having seen the real script, Wang Dong’er wasn’t fooled.

Besides, those were Tang Wutong’s memories, not hers.

She was Wang Dong’er, not Tang Wutong.

Without hesitation, Wang Dong’er looked at the Ice God and bowed slightly. “Ice God, could you erase all my memories of the God Realm and Tang San?”

The Ice God was surprised. “Why?”

Calmly, Wang Dong’er said: “Those are Tang Wutong’s memories, not mine.”

“I’m not Tang Wutong. I’m just Wang Dong’er.”

Hearing this, Su Yu’s heart trembled. “Dong’er, you…”

Something wasn’t right—why did it feel like Wang Dong’er knew so much?

And why was she so calm?

Even more bizarre, how could she so clearly distinguish herself from Tang Wutong?

Normally, with Tang Wutong’s memories restored, she should have thought she was Tang Wutong.

Something was very, very off.

The Ice God glanced at Su Yu, her gaze playful.

Interesting.

This little girl had her secrets.

How did she know she wasn’t Tang Wutong?