The One Who Destroyed Spirit Hall Was No One Else but Tang San, Tang Hao's Son!

Hearing Qian Daoliu press him on who Tang San was, Lu Jing paused instinctively, a strange look in his eyes.

How should he put it?

The man before him was the Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall from Ten Thousand Years Ago, while the Tang San he spoke of, judging by the timeline, was probably still wailing for milk in a swaddling blanket 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 tone gaining a trace of probing. "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 out loud 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 Clear Sky Sect. He is Tang Hao's biological son."

"Tang Hao?" Qian Daoliu's pupils suddenly constricted. A flash of severity crossed his golden eyes before swiftly settling into a grave look of understanding.

Of course, Tang Hao.

The Clear Sky Douluo who had severely wounded several Spirit Hall elders, even the Pope, before fleeing with Ah Yin's Soul Ring and Spirit Bone. The grudge between Spirit Hall and Clear Sky Sect had long been an open secret across the continent, and Tang Hao was an utter thorn in Spirit Hall's side.

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

A son avenging his father was only common sense. Given Tang Hao's hatred for Spirit Hall, it was only logical that his son would grow up to oppose Spirit Hall, even going so far as to overthrow it entirely.

Qian Daoliu's fingertips tapped lightly beneath his sleeve as his thoughts raced. Tang Hao's talent had already been astonishing beyond measure; it was not strange for his son to possess such ability. But...

"What god was he?"

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

Qian Renxue clenched her fists nervously, her violet eyes, beautiful as the Milky Way, filled with curiosity and unwillingness. She refused to believe that after inheriting the Angel God Position, she would lose to some unknown nobody.

Lu Jing did not hide it. "The Sea God. He inherited his divine position on Sea God Island."

He turned to glance at Wang Dong'er beside him and added, "The one by my side should know about this too. Ten Thousand Years Later, it was practically known by every household."

Wang Dong'er froze for a moment before nodding instinctively. The legend of Sea God Tang San was indeed something every child on Douluo Continent learned during their earliest education. Everyone knew that Sea God Lord had returned from Sea God Island, to say nothing of Wang Dong'er herself, the Young Master of Clear Sky Sect.

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

He was different from Wang Dong'er, Beibei, and the other children who had been fed Shrek Academy's "orthodox history" since childhood. He had long seen through it: so-called history books were merely songs of praise 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 made it out to be.

"Come to think of it."

At that moment, Lu Jing suddenly spoke, his tone carrying a casual hint of reflection. "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, "The continent Ten Thousand Years Later is divided into four nations. It looks peaceful, but undercurrents run deep. The Sun Moon Empire's soul tool technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, and they are watching greedily; those Evil Soul Masters of 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 strangled such threats in the cradle long ago."

He paused, recalling how the history books described Spirit Hall, then added, "At the very least, Spirit Hall's universal martial soul awakening program did give many commoners a chance to become soul masters. Ten Thousand Years Later... heh, if commoners want to awaken their martial souls, they have to depend on the favor of the major factions and pay soul masters out of their own pockets."

Qian Daoliu fell silent. He had not expected this child from Ten Thousand Years Later 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 like this.

Qian Renxue blinked and said quietly, "Isn't universal martial soul awakening how it should be? Every soul master should have the chance to display their talent."

In her understanding, Spirit Hall existed to regulate the Soul Master World and allow more people to walk the path of soul masters. She had never imagined that Ten Thousand Years Later, such a thing would become a luxury.

Lu Jing smiled but did not continue the subject. History had no "what ifs"; no matter how much they talked about it, it was useless.

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

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

After that incident, the two sides had never interfered with each other again. He had not expected that, in the end, it would be a god 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 barely perceptible competitive edge in his tone.

The Angel God Inheritance had endured for ten thousand years and was one of the continent's most supreme divine inheritances. Though the Sea God was equally ancient, it remained isolated in one corner, with influence far inferior to that of the Angel God. If Tang San had become a god solely 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 relied more on his own opportunities. For example, the Dual God Integration that had never appeared from ancient times to the present."

"Dual God Integration?" Hearing this, not only Qian Daoliu but Qian Renxue as well became interested, unable to stop themselves from asking what exactly that meant.

Lu Jing shrugged, not intending to hide anything. "It means one person inherits two god positions simultaneously, then uses whichever god position he wants. Although the one that destroyed Spirit Hall was Tang San's other god position, even when facing the Sea God, your granddaughter couldn't beat him."

At his words, Qian Renxue's pretty face filled with indignation. Just as she was about to retort, she seemed to catch a flaw in his statement and asked, "Since you said I couldn't defeat Sea God Tang San, why wasn't it the Sea God's God Position that ultimately destroyed Spirit Hall? And why did I ultimately go missing instead of perish? Don't tell me Tang San let me go?"