Fervent Discussion and Faith from the Past

Meanwhile, the sky screen was broadcasting every angle of the great battle in Mingdu, which involved dozens of top experts, to the Douluo Continent twenty thousand years and ten thousand years in the past.

Douluo I era, Spirit Hall.

"Get behind him... sweep his feet with your tail... damn it, if you don't know how to fight, let me do it!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo scratched his head and ears as he watched one corner of the sky screen.

There, a Super Douluo with the Golden Crocodile Martial Soul was fighting Dark Hummingbird.

Compared to Golden Crocodile Douluo from twenty thousand years ago, this descendant's cultivation and strength were far inferior. Even with four-word Battle Armor, he was being beaten back by Dark Hummingbird.

If Qian Jun Douluo hadn't helped him from time to time, he would probably have suffered severe injuries long ago.

Qian Jun Douluo from twenty thousand years ago, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying himself:

"Yes, yes, just like that! That's how you use the Coiling Dragon Staff. Oh, Second Brother's descendant can't hold on much longer. Hurry and help him."

Seeing his smug, petty expression, Golden Crocodile Douluo clenched his fists:

"Come on, spar with me!"

"Hehe, I think I'll pass."

Qian Jun Douluo nimbly dodged Golden Crocodile Douluo's big hand and retreated to the side.

They were both in excellent spirits, because even twenty thousand years later, their descendants were still fighting evil.

The more levelheaded Ling Yuan Douluo couldn't help sighing:

"Stop fooling around. What do you think of those Fallen Soul Masters?"

At her words, the enshrined of Spirit Hall all grew solemn, their brows furrowed.

"They're strong. I'm afraid only Big Brother could suppress the two strongest."

"More than that. If you count those strange suits of armor, even the four weaker Fallen Soul Masters would be beyond us."

"There are far too many of them. I'm afraid they've already formed a major organization."

"They even said they wanted to become gods. Have the Fallen Soul Masters of the future really become this brazen?"

"Fallen Soul Masters are such a menace. With Spirit Hall gone, is there no one left to deal with them?"

"..."

Everyone chimed in, their words full of hatred for Fallen Soul Masters and bewilderment at the people of the future.

All of them had taken part to some degree in driving out or capturing Fallen Soul Masters, and they knew full well what calamities a Soul Master who turned to evil could bring upon ordinary people.

Although they didn't know whether those so-called Evil Soul Masters had done anything wicked in the past, judging by the resentful souls covering their bodies, they were definitely the same sort as Fallen Soul Masters.

With so many powerful Fallen Soul Masters in the future, attacking so often, how were ordinary people supposed to live?

"No! I'm going to kill a bunch of Fallen Soul Masters!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo had the fiercest temper. The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and he grabbed Qian Jun Douluo and charged outside.

Even if he couldn't beat the Fallen Soul Masters of the future, surely he could beat their ancestors!

Ling Yuan Douluo called after them several times, somewhat helplessly, but failed to stop them. She could only pass down an order for Spirit Hall's members to keep an eye out for Fallen Soul Masters while searching for Tang San.

"Will Xiao Xue be in danger?"

A weaker elder of Spirit Hall asked worriedly.

"Don't worry. That Time Douluo's blade light is hidden near them. They'll be fine."

Ling Yuan Douluo offered a brief explanation, her tone tinged with emotion.

He could still spare attention to look after others while facing two great experts.

With such strength, even Qian Daoliu probably couldn't match him in the present.

And he was only in his twenties.

What a peerless genius...

A thousand miles away, on Sea God Island.

"Can even a genius like this fail to catch a god's eye?"

After listening to the conversation between Su Tianxuan and Ghost Emperor, High Priestess Bo Saixi couldn't help frowning deeply.

Neither Ghost Emperor nor Underworld Emperor was weaker than her.

Counting Battle Armor, even the weaker Yu Guanzhi could be about her equal.

As for Su Tianxuan...

She couldn't see through him.

The time attribute was far too rare, and his realm was above hers. She couldn't even judge how strong he was.

If even an expert like that couldn't become a god, then Tang Chen...

Bo Saixi couldn't help worrying about her old friend.

Beside her, Sea Witch hesitated for a long time before finally giving in and asking:

"Great Enshrined, will that Tang San be our new Sea God?"

The other Sacred Pillars also looked at Bo Saixi with concern.

The name Tang San didn't sound like that of a Sea Soul Master at all. What sort of thing would it be to let a land Soul Master become the Sea God?

Bo Saixi shook her head and reassured them:

"Lord Sea God must have a deeper reason for doing this. Everyone, don't worry too much.

"The new Sea God will surely continue to protect our Sea God Island as well."

Her words put the others at ease.

Ten thousand years ago, the Douluo II era.

Shrek Academy, Sea God Pavilion.

The sky screen was a matter of great importance, so the pavilion master, Mu En, had summoned all the senior elders to discuss a response for the first time in a long while.

Watching the Federation experts being suppressed by the Evil Soul Masters, Xuan Zi took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand and said disdainfully:

"The people of Sun Moon are as useless as ever. They can't even deal with a bunch of Evil Soul Masters. Look at our Shrek—we've beaten the Evil Soul Masters so badly they don't dare show their faces."

The senior elders around him all offered their own flattery:

"That's right. This bunch of Evil Soul Masters only dare throw their weight around over in Sun Moon."

"Evil Soul Masters are nothing. If Elder Xuan had stepped in, he would have taken them all down long ago. There wouldn't have been such heavy casualties."

"..."

Hearing their praise, Xuan Zi, his face gleaming with grease, poured another bottle of wine down his throat.

Mu En shook his head:

"Don't underestimate others. Those three top experts are all stronger than me."

Yan Shaozhe was startled, but soon relaxed again:

"Teacher, they've only surpassed you because they have the advantage of living ten thousand years later. If you were there ten thousand years from now, you'd surely be stronger than them."

The other senior elders echoed him in unison, like a chorus of yes-men.

Xuan Zi added:

"Our Shrek Academy will surely be even more formidable in the future. If those Evil Soul Masters have the guts, let them go to Shrek and see if our descendants don't beat every last one of them to death!"

Seeing them like this, Mu En opened his mouth, but in the end, Shrek's pride left him unable to voice a rebuttal. So he changed the subject:

"What do you think of those suits of armor? They look like some kind of Soul Tool."

Xian Lin'er was the first to speak:

"This should be a Soul Tool capable of greatly enhancing a Soul Master. If that Ye Guyi takes this technology back to the Sun Moon Empire, I'm afraid the gap in Soul Master strength between the four nations will be reversed in an instant.

"Elder Mu, we need to increase our investment in the Soul Tool Department immediately."

At this, the pavilion elders of the Martial Soul Department couldn't help frowning slightly.

If more money went to the Soul Tool Department, wouldn't that mean taking it from them?

No, absolutely not!

With their own interests at stake, someone immediately jumped out to object.

Yan Shaozhe said, "How could a research gap of ten thousand years be bridged in a short time? I think we should maintain the status quo and wait until our people go to the future."

"Heh, how long would we have to wait? Until the Sun Moon Empire puts a blade to your neck? Yan Shaozhe, you're always dragging your feet like this, with no desire to improve."

"I..."

Seeing them start arguing again, Mu En felt one head become two.

"Enough!"

The Sun Moon Empire.

"I need an explanation. Why will your cult go on a killing spree in my Mingdu ten thousand years from now?"

Xu Tianran asked the Holy Spirit Cult's envoy coldly.

The envoy's expression was indifferent. Instead of answering, he demanded:

"I'd like to ask you something too. Didn't Your Highness say that once the deed was done, our Holy Spirit Cult would become the state religion of Sun Moon? Why is everyone still calling for our heads ten thousand years later?"

Xu Tianran fell silent for a moment:

"The empire becomes a federation in the future. There must be treacherous people at work. It has nothing to do with me."

"Hehe, the same applies to our holy cult, then."

The Holy Spirit Cult's envoy had no intention of falling out with him either.

They still needed this ambitious prince.

Xu Tianran nodded. Since they had both found their excuses, their cooperation could continue.

He turned to look out the window. Countless people of Mingdu were cheering Su Tianxuan and the others on.

Feelings for one's compatriots transcended the ages.

No one could fail to feel anger at the slaughter of their compatriots.

This was the simplest sentiment of the common people.

But to Xu Tianran, these people were a particular eyesore.

"Now all the people of Sun Moon have seen this. If you want to become the state religion, I'm afraid many will oppose it."

"I trust Your Highness can resolve the matter."

"Heh."

On the sky screen, Su Tianxuan, who had been slashing at Ghost Emperor and sending him running in every direction, suddenly stopped and looked around in puzzlement.

An immense Power of Faith was gathering around him, though he didn't know where it came from.

"Has a reporter arrived?"

He glanced toward the outskirts but saw none. He didn't know if they had died.

"This really couldn't have come at a worse time."

Su Tianxuan sighed. He had no choice but to divert more of his attention to isolate and seal away the Power of Faith.

Although Godhood through Faith was a valid path to godhood on the Douluo Continent,

he had no proper method of containing it at hand. Before finding a suitable method, he could not possibly integrate this foreign power into himself.