We Also Want to See What Spirit Hall Was Really Like Ten Thousand Years Ago

Lu Jing met Qian Renxue's purple eyes, filled with astonishment, and nodded unhurriedly. His tone was as calm as if he were discussing some trivial matter. "You're right. Tang San really did let you go in the end."

The defiance on Qian Renxue's face froze the instant his words landed, replaced by overwhelming disbelief. She instinctively took half a step back, as though she had heard something utterly absurd. "Impossible! Why would he let me go?"

Qian Daoliu frowned deeply as well, stormy waves churning within his golden eyes. He had lived for over a hundred years and witnessed countless schemes, deceptions, and blood-soaked feuds, yet he had never imagined such an ending.

The hatred between the Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall had long become an irreconcilable grudge—Tang Hao's wife, Ah Yin, had died at Spirit Hall's hands, while Tang Hao himself had been hunted into a life of misery and displacement, even forced to leave his sect.

As Tang Hao's son, bearing such a deep blood feud, how could Tang San possibly show mercy to Qian Renxue, one of Spirit Hall's core figures?

"By common sense, it truly should have been impossible."

Qian Daoliu's voice carried a trace of hoarseness. He stared fixedly at Lu Jing, as if trying to find signs of deceit in his eyes. "If I had been in Tang San's position, forget letting Xue'er leave—I likely would not even have left her a whole corpse. There must have been a reason. Tell us."

Qian Renxue clenched her fists as well, her breathing quickening. She could not understand why the man who had overturned Spirit Hall would spare her. Was it pity? Or was there some unknown deal behind it?

Lu Jing spread his hands and explained the matter in detail. "There were two reasons. First, Bibi Dong pleaded for you. Second, you truly hadn't done anything unforgivably wicked—at least compared to Bibi Dong, the blood debt on your hands was far cleaner."

"Bibi Dong?"

At the mention of that name, Qian Daoliu's expression suddenly turned complicated. After a moment of silence, as though he had grasped something crucial, he abruptly asked, "Then does that mean Bibi Dong became a god as well?"

Lu Jing was not at all surprised by the question and nodded. "That's right. She inherited the Rakshasa God Position. Like Qian Renxue, she stood at the peak of the continent."

Qian Daoliu's breath caught, and realization finally dawned on his face. Looking at Qian Renxue, a faint, nearly imperceptible sigh appeared in his eyes. "No wonder... no wonder Tang San's Sea God's God Position was at a disadvantage. Facing two gods working together, even the Sea God might not have gained the upper hand."

"So in the end, Tang San inherited the Asura God Position as well, allowing him to turn the tide."

Lu Jing added, "Without the Asura God's power, he would have been the one to lose the battle at Jialing Pass."

"The Asura God?" Qian Renxue and Qian Daoliu asked in unison, their eyes brimming with curiosity. They had never seen this god's name in any ancient records, but it carried a chilling aura of slaughter.

Lu Jing, however, shook his head, his tone holding just the right amount of regret. "That, I don't know. The history books from Ten Thousand Years Later only recorded that Tang San inherited the Asura God Position. They never mentioned a single word about the inheritance process, as though it had been deliberately erased."

But he understood perfectly well. The Asura God's inheritance involved Tang Chen, and the entanglement between Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu was far more complicated than it appeared. Bringing Tang Chen up now might trigger some unforeseen complication. It was better to say less.

Qian Renxue was clearly dissatisfied with that answer, but Lu Jing's expression was frank and showed no sign of falsehood, so she could only suppress the urge to press further. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Lu Jing, her voice trembling slightly. "Then... where did I go in the end? And Bibi Dong..."

The question weighed on her like a massive stone, nearly suffocating her. She wanted to know the ending, yet she was also afraid of hearing an answer she could not bear.

Lu Jing glanced at her, his tone calm and even. "The history books were quite clear about that. Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God and the first Empress of the Spirit Hall Empire, ultimately fell at Jialing Pass. As for you, Qian Renxue, the Angel God—your God Position Shattered. You were never able to reach level ninety again, and from then on, you withdrew into seclusion without a trace."

"God Position Shattered... never able to reach level ninety..." Qian Renxue murmured, her face instantly turning pale as paper. For a Soul Master of exceptional talent who had devoted herself to reaching the pinnacle, this was even harder to accept than death. She had inherited the Angel God Position and believed she could lead Spirit Hall to glory, yet she had never expected to meet such an end.

Qian Daoliu's body swayed, his golden eyes bloodshot. Looking at Qian Renxue's lost expression, then recalling Bibi Dong's fate, his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He had labored all his life for Spirit Hall and the Angel God Inheritance, yet he had never imagined that the ending would be so desolate.

"What he said... is true?" Qian Daoliu's voice trembled faintly as he looked toward Wang Dong'er, seeking one final confirmation.

Wang Dong'er hesitated briefly before nodding. "It's true. These are all recorded in the official history from Ten Thousand Years Later. Nearly everyone knows about them. And the two people who just fell were students of Shrek Academy, which was why they reacted like that."

Shrek Academy... Qian Daoliu mulled over the name, his gaze dark and unreadable. It was a force that stood alongside Spirit Hall Ten Thousand Years Later. From the looks of it, it had likely risen by stepping over Spirit Hall's corpse.

For a time, the forest fell into deathly silence, heavy with sorrow and resentment.

Qian Daoliu looked up at the sky, his eyes vacant, as though he had aged several decades in an instant. Qian Renxue lowered her head, and no one could see her expression. Only her faintly trembling shoulders revealed her emotions.

Lu Jing and Wang Dong'er exchanged a glance but said nothing. They knew that any consolation would be superfluous now. The tide of history rolled ever onward, allowing no one to alter it. Perhaps only those who had experienced it themselves could understand such helplessness.

After an unknown amount of time, Qian Daoliu slowly withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath, as though he had made some major decision. He looked at Lu Jing and Wang Dong'er, his eyes becoming sharp once more, though that sharpness now carried an indescribable complexity. "You two came from Ten Thousand Years Later and know the course of the future... Are you interested in joining Spirit Hall?"

Lu Jing and Wang Dong'er were both stunned, clearly not expecting him to make such a request so suddenly.

Qian Daoliu continued, "Although Spirit Hall has already perished Ten Thousand Years Later, at this moment, we are still the strongest force on the continent. If you stay here, perhaps you'll see a different kind of world. And besides..."

He paused, his gaze settling on Lu Jing. "Your assessment of Spirit Hall has surprised this old man. Perhaps you can bring us something different."

Lu Jing laughed inwardly. He had wanted to see for himself what Spirit Hall had been like Ten Thousand Years Ago, and this invitation suited him perfectly. He exchanged a look with Wang Dong'er, seeing their shared understanding in each other's eyes.

Wang Dong'er nodded slightly, signaling for him to answer.

Lu Jing pretended to deliberate for a moment before raising his head with a perfectly measured smile. "Since the Great Enshrined has personally invited us, refusing would be rather ungrateful. Besides, we also want to see what Spirit Hall was really like Ten Thousand Years Ago."

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