The One Who Destroyed Spirit Hall Was None Other Than Tang San, Tang Hao's Son!

When Qian Daoliu pressed him about who Tang San was, Lu Jing instinctively paused, a strange look in his eyes.

How should he put it?

The man before him was the Great Enshrined Elder of Spirit Hall from ten thousand years ago, while the Tang San he spoke of was, by the timeline, probably still wailing for milk in a swaddling cloth in Holy Soul Village.

A legend who would one day overturn Spirit Hall was now nothing more than a newborn infant—such a contrast was simply too bizarre, leaving him unsure where to begin.

Seeing his hesitation, Qian Daoliu narrowed his golden eyes slightly, his voice taking on a probing edge. "What? Is there something difficult to say?"

"Not really."

Lu Jing came back to his senses and scratched his head. With an indescribably odd note in his voice, he said softly, "It's just that saying it might be a little... hard to accept."

He took a deep breath and decided to tell the truth. "As far as I know, this Tang San is from the Clear Sky Sect. He is Tang Hao's biological son."

"Tang Hao?" Qian Daoliu's pupils suddenly contracted. A trace of harshness flashed through his golden eyes before quickly settling into a grave understanding.

Of course. Tang Hao.

The Clear Sky Douluo who had severely wounded several elders of Spirit Hall, even the Pope, before fleeing with Ah Yin's soul ring and soul bone. The grudge between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect was already an open secret across the continent, and Tang Hao in particular was a thorn in Spirit Hall's side.

If he was Tang Hao's son... then everything made sense.

A father's vengeance passed to his son was only natural. Given Tang Hao's hatred for Spirit Hall, it was perfectly logical for his son to become Spirit Hall's enemy after growing up, even going so far as to overthrow the entire Spirit Hall.

Qian Daoliu lightly tapped his fingertips beneath his sleeve, his thoughts racing. Tang Hao's talent had already been astonishing beyond measure. It was no surprise that his son could possess such capabilities. But...

"What god was he?"

Qian Daoliu raised his head to look at Lu Jing, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's. "For him to defeat Xue'er and even bring about Spirit Hall's destruction, the deity he inherited could not have been ordinary."

Qian Renxue clenched her fists nervously as well. Her purple eyes, as beautiful as a starry river, were filled with curiosity and unwillingness. She refused to believe that, after inheriting the Angel God Position, she would ultimately lose to some obscure nobody.

Lu Jing did not hide it. "The Sea God. He inherited the godhood on Sea God Island."

He glanced sideways at Wang Dong'er beside him and added, "The one by my side should know this too. Ten thousand years later, it's practically common knowledge."

Wang Dong'er froze for a moment before instinctively nodding. The legend of Sea God Tang San was indeed something every child on the Douluo Continent learned at the start of their education. Everyone knew that Lord Sea God had returned from Sea God Island, not to mention that she herself was the young sect master of the Clear Sky Sect.

As Lu Jing watched Qian Daoliu's thoughtful expression, his mind was occupied with something else.

He was unlike Wang Dong'er, Bei Bei, and those children who had been fed Shrek Academy's "orthodox history" from childhood. He had long seen through it: so-called history books were merely hymns written by the victors. Tang San's destruction of Spirit Hall might have contained some element of justice, but it was certainly not as pure as the history books portrayed.

"Come to think of it."

At that moment, Lu Jing suddenly spoke, his tone carrying a casual sigh. "I've always felt that if Spirit Hall had truly unified the continent back then, it might not have been a bad thing."

Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue both looked at him, surprise in their eyes.

Meeting their gazes, Lu Jing said frankly, "Ten thousand years later, the continent is divided into four nations. It looks peaceful on the surface, but undercurrents are everywhere. The Sun Moon Empire's Soul Tool Technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, watching like a tiger eyeing its prey. Meanwhile, the Spirit Masters of Evil from the Holy Spirit Cult are stirring up trouble in the shadows, harming who knows how many living beings. If Spirit Hall were still around, with your iron-fisted methods, you probably would have crushed such threats in the cradle long ago."

He paused, recalling the descriptions of Spirit Hall in the history books, then added, "At the very least, the Spirit Awakening for all that Spirit Hall promoted back then really did give many commoners the chance to become spirit masters. Ten thousand years later... heh, commoners who want to awaken their spirits have to depend on the major factions' goodwill and pay spirit masters out of their own pockets."

Qian Daoliu fell silent. He had not expected this child from ten thousand years in the future to hold such an opinion of Spirit Hall.

In his view, unifying the continent had always been Spirit Hall's ultimate goal. He simply had not expected the situation ten thousand years later to turn out this way.

Qian Renxue blinked and said softly, "Shouldn't Spirit Awakening for all be a given? Every spirit master should have the opportunity to show their talent."

In her understanding, Spirit Hall existed precisely to regulate the spirit master world and allow more people to embark on the path of spirit masters. She had never imagined that ten thousand years later, this would become an unattainable luxury.

Lu Jing smiled and did not continue the topic. History had no what-ifs. No matter how much they said, it would change nothing.

Yet Qian Daoliu seemed to have been stirred by something. Gazing into the distance with deep eyes, he slowly said, "Sea God Island... I do know of it."

It was an ancient power on par with Spirit Hall, entrenched in the depths of the sea and inheriting the Sea God's power.

After that incident, neither side had interfered with the other again. He had never expected that it would ultimately be a deity from Sea God Island who ended Spirit Hall's era.

"So, he became a god through Sea God Island's inheritance?" Qian Daoliu asked, a faintly imperceptible competitiveness in his voice.

The Angel God's inheritance had endured for ten thousand years and was one of the continent's most supreme deities. Though the Sea God was equally ancient, it occupied a remote corner and held far less influence than the Angel God. If Tang San had only become a god through Sea God Island's inheritance, then Qian Renxue's defeat would have been far too unjust.

"Yes, but not entirely."

Lu Jing chose his words carefully before answering, "Sea God Island's inheritance was the foundation, but his success depended more on his own opportunities—such as the Dual God Integration that had never appeared from ancient times until now."

"Dual God Integration?" At this, not only Qian Daoliu but even Qian Renxue became interested, unable to resist asking what exactly it meant.

Lu Jing shrugged and did not conceal anything. "It means one person inherits two god positions at the same time, then uses whichever god position he wants. Although Tang San's other god position was what destroyed Spirit Hall, even as the Sea God, he still defeated your granddaughter."

At this, Qian Renxue's pretty face was full of defiance. Just as she was about to retort, she seemed to catch the loophole in his words and asked, "Since you said I lost to Sea God Tang San, then why wasn't the Sea God Divine Position the one that ultimately destroyed Spirit Hall? And why did I disappear in the end rather than fall? Don't tell me Tang San spared me?"