Tell Me First, How Did Martial Soul Hall Fall!

The first rays of morning sun pierced the leaves of the Star Dou Great Forest, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The air was filled with the moist scent of grass and trees, and the crisp chirping of birds echoed from afar. It should have been a moment of peace and tranquility, but Wang Dong'er only felt a turmoil in her heart.

She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the mud stains on the hem of her light blue skirt, Lu Jing's question still ringing in her ears. Follow him? To face a world from ten thousand years ago that only existed in history books?

"I'm only saying this because you spoke up for me earlier."

Lu Jing's voice broke the silence, his tone plain but carrying a hint of imperceptible honesty. "If it were anyone else, I wouldn't bother. I won't force you if you want to stay put."

Wang Dong'er suddenly looked up, her light blue eyes still filled with shock. "Did we... really travel back ten thousand years?"

Even now, it felt like an absurd dream. One moment she was fighting Lu Jing and Beibei, the next she encountered Qian Daoliu and Yu Yuanzhen from the history books, and even watched Beibei die before her eyes... It all exceeded her understanding.

Lu Jing leaned against an ancient tree, looking up at the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves, and nodded. "Unless Qian Daoliu and Yu Yuanzhen were bored and playing tricks, then... it should be real."

He paused, then suddenly asked, "Aren't you curious? What the Martial Soul Hall, described in history books as ambitious and ruthless, truly looked like? Was their way of doing things really as cold and merciless as recorded?"

Wang Dong'er froze.

Yes, she was curious.

As a freshman at Shrek Academy and the young sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, the Martial Soul Hall in the history she learned since childhood was synonymous with "evil." But Qian Daoliu's words and actions just now had overturned her understanding—that legendary, cold-blooded, bloodthirsty Limit Douluo not only didn't judge good and evil solely by Martial Souls, but even let Lu Jing go because of his granddaughter's words.

Was such a person truly the Great Enshrined in the history books, who would do anything for power?

"Besides,"

Lu Jing added, "We have nowhere else to go now but to follow them. Do you know how to get back?"

Wang Dong'er fell silent. She didn't know. The appearance of the spatial rift was an accident, and the way back was even more remote.

After thinking for a moment, she took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and looked up at Lu Jing. "I'll go with you."

At the very least, she had to figure out what was going on.

Lu Jing raised an eyebrow, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the edge of the forest. Wang Dong'er hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed, their figures soon disappearing into the dense forest in the morning light.

At the same time, in another part of the forest.

Yu Tianheng clutched his grandfather's clothes, his small face full of confusion. He had been protected behind Yu Yuanzhen, and although he hadn't seen the fight clearly, he had felt the suffocating pressure and later overheard fragments of Lu Jing's conversation.

"Grandpa, what was going on with those people just now?"

He asked, looking up at his grandfather.

Yu Yuanzhen held his grandson's hand, his brow furrowed. He glanced back in the direction Lu Jing had left, his expression complex. "Don't ask too much."

He could feel that this seemingly chance encounter hid a secret capable of shaking the entire Douluo Continent. A few people of unknown origin, a sentence "Martial Soul Hall is destroyed," and Qian Daoliu's momentary solemn expression... It was all like a giant stone thrown into his heart, stirring up ripples.

"Let's not worry about those things. We'll find a suitable Soul Ring for you and leave."

Yu Yuanzhen patted his grandson's head, his tone deepening. "But I can be sure that this Douluo Continent... is probably about to change."

The child named Lu Jing carried too astonishing a secret. The destruction of Martial Soul Hall, and those names even Qian Daoliu didn't know... All of this might become the fulcrum that would pry open history.

Yu Tianheng nodded as if he understood, though he was curious. He was sensible enough not to ask further questions, merely sighing like a little adult and following his grandfather deeper into the forest.

Meanwhile, in a clearing in the forest, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the brightening eastern sky. Qian Renxue stood beside him, her golden eyes filled with worry.

"Grandpa, are they... really people from ten thousand years in the future?" she asked softly, a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

In the end, she had become a god? But if she had become a god, why did Martial Soul Hall still lose?

Qian Daoliu slowly nodded, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the cuff of his gray robe, his brow furrowed. "Judging by their reactions, it should be true. Especially the youngest child, his shock when mentioning you and me didn't seem faked."

What he couldn't understand the most was another matter: since Qian Renxue eventually achieved the Angel God, how could Martial Soul Hall lose to two empires with the power of a god? Unless... the other side also had divine assistance.

"Then what should we do?" Qian Renxue asked, her small hands tightly gripping her clothes. The future outcome was the destruction of Martial Soul Hall and her own disappearance, which made her heart inexplicably panic.

Just as Qian Daoliu was about to speak, his peripheral vision caught sight of two figures approaching, it was Lu Jing and Wang Dong'er.

He immediately stopped speaking, his golden eyes turning to the two, his expression returning to its previous calmness, as if the deep thought just now had never happened.

Lu Jing didn't beat around the bush. He brought Wang Dong'er to the two of them and got straight to the point. "We're here. Ask what you want to know."

He could see that Qian Daoliu had deliberately avoided Yu Yuanzhen, clearly not wanting too many people to know about the future. This cautious attitude matched the shrewd old man's image in the history books.

Wang Dong'er stood half a step behind Lu Jing, lowering her head, trying to minimize her presence. But her gaze couldn't help but steal glances at Qian Renxue—this future Angel God looked about her own age, her golden hair emitting a soft glow in the morning light, completely lacking the majesty of a legendary deity, instead possessing the innocence of a girl.

Qian Daoliu's gaze swept over Wang Dong'er. Seeing her pure aura and a Martial Soul that seemed to be some kind of bird, he didn't pay much attention. He turned to look directly at Lu Jing, his tone serious. "First, tell me, how exactly was Martial Soul Hall destroyed?"

This question was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly making the surrounding air heavy.

Lu Jing met Qian Daoliu's gaze without flinching. He knew that from the moment he decided to speak the truth, it was destined to stir up the winds of ten thousand years ago.

"Because of one person," Lu Jing said slowly, uttering the name repeatedly mentioned in history books, "Tang San."

Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue frowned simultaneously—this name again.

"Who is he?" Qian Daoliu pressed, a sharp glint flashing in his golden eyes. To be able to destroy Martial Soul Hall, which possessed a god, this Tang San was no ordinary person.