In the grand hall of the Divine Realm, an ancient, sorrowful melody drifted into Mi Ruoxi's ears, and she abruptly snapped out of her daze.
Her vision had blurred. The words in her Diary were vivid, as if she could see them unfolding before her eyes.
And yet...
Lin Chen's Diary was still updating.
[Han San's heart sank... Dou Luo was a remarkable man. Back then, to avenge his wife, he had joined forces with his brothers to kill the four titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall.]
[Although he had broken through to the ninety-first rank, he had also paid the price of an arm. What was more, his breakthrough had come in the heat of battle, and he had only managed to advance further because Dou Luo risked his life to drag him back.]
[Now, his cultivation had reached the ninety-sixth rank.]
[But even so, in the face of those two powerful opponents, Han San still held nothing back. He joined forces with the ancient banyan tree spirit, fighting with the resolve to die, all to avenge Han San's family.]
[The two of them fought with everything they had. Their strength was terrifying, and anyone who saw them would feel the wrath of a god's wrath. The result was a tragedy...]
[With a single casual strike, Bi Biyao shattered the seven-kilometer-wide expanse that had shaken the world, and the bones of the Douluo turned to dust. The six titled Douluo were wiped out—not one of them was left intact.]
[That night, Dou Luo's final hope was crushed beneath the heels of the seven gods of the Divine Realm.]
"No... no, don't..."
Mi Ruoxi covered her mouth, forcing herself not to scream aloud in front of the gods watching her.
Han San and the ancient banyan tree spirit had been killed by Bi Biyao!
Not one of them had survived.
"So that whole battle... was only to avenge Han San's family?!"
Qian Ling'er, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing all turned pale.
That Han San...
He was the real victim!
The passage was like a vicious curse, crushing every bit of Mi Ruoxi's pride at once.
"Father... my father..."
"I won't let this happen. I won't!"
She scrambled up, looking at the unruffled Han San seated beside Dou Luo.
She couldn't imagine what she would do if that day really came.
How much hope did Dou Luo still have?
At that moment, the usually calm Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing shivered with cold.
"With one casual strike, she killed six titled Douluo..."
Qian Ling'er murmured to herself. Though she had a good relationship with the seven gods, the almost chilling divine power Bi Biyao had displayed still filled her with dread.
That was her mother.
She had stood beside the woman she hated most, the very person who had killed her father.
And the two of them had even become good friends.
Han San had been killed by Tang San...
"Everything about Tang San..."
In Wuhun City, the Imperial Palace.
Bi Biyao casually tossed aside the contents of the Diary. The exquisitely crafted vessel shattered on the ground, but she showed no pleasure.
Only regret filled her heart.
"What does it matter if I regret it? Tang San is already dead, killed by that despicable man."
Bi Biyao gave a cold laugh and clenched her fists, trying to suppress the pain in her heart.
Her grandmother's.
She had already become a god. Why did she still feel so bitter and heartbroken?!
Tang San, who deserved to die...
The more the Diary revealed, the more her sense of danger grew.
At that moment, a figure appeared out of thin air in the middle of the hall, its form floating beneath the moonlight.
"The Pope."
Moonlight fell through the window, and a hint of delight colored her sharp voice.
"Good fortune has smiled on me. I finally found that boy called Tang San at the academy in Suotuo City, along with... the little deputy."
At the mention of that soul beast's name, Bi Biyao's breathing stopped for a moment.
A trace of emotion flashed in her eyes, mingled with regret.
That was the regret that had gnawed at her heart for countless years, the pain she had buried deep inside.
"Xiao Gang, I've been looking for you for so many years..."
But it lasted only an instant.
Lin Chen's Diary had mentioned the Spirit Hall's future... and how she would sacrifice herself to save her daughter.
The moment shattered the warmth in her heart.
"Xiao Gang..."
When Bi Biyao opened her eyes again, they were as cold as bone.
"Since the student you taught is the culprit behind my mother's death, I won't let you go."
"Ghost, Moonblade!"
Bi Biyao rose sharply to her feet. The divine power surging behind her made the air in the hall tremble.
"Bring me Xiao Gang. I don't care if I have to turn this world upside down—get Tang San to me alive!"
"As for the little deputy... if he gets in our way, kill him."
She would have to take this step to change fate.
Ghost and Moonblade were both stunned.
Bi Biyao...
How could she be so cruel?
And what had Tang San done to make Bi Biyao send her own titled Douluo after him?!
Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, imperial garden.
The banquet had ended, and the guests had drifted away, leaving only Tianqing Bull Python and Lin Chen.
"Sure enough, the outside world is better."
The cool evening breeze cleared his slightly tipsy head.
He had been pondering the future described in Lin Chen's Diary.
"I hope the ice-and-fire twin springs can grow some immortal herbs that suit you," Lin Chen said thoughtfully.
"Brother Lin, you're so thoughtful."
A voice as sweet as jade came from behind him.
Lin Chen didn't turn around. He only smiled faintly. "The Crown Prince shouldn't be drinking with the Emperor? What brings you here to find me, a little spirit master?"
Tianqing Bull Python walked up beside him and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
At that moment, Ning Rongrong was full of curiosity about Lin Chen.
"Lin Chen, what exactly are you planning?"
She raised her eyes to the mountains. Her voice was low, and it brimmed with urgency.
"You've already written about what will happen in the future in your Diary... what do you think will happen? What will you do?"
She had long guessed that Lin Chen knew about the Diary.
Lin Chen turned his head, looking at her smilingly beneath the moonlight. "What will I do? I'm curious, too. Now that you already know what will happen, I wonder what you'll do."
"Exactly what will you do? Can you really change a fate that's supposed to be unavoidable?"
Lin Chen smiled as he looked at Ning Rongrong.
"If you're going to wear white, I don't want to talk to you."
"You!" Ning Rongrong was so angry she could barely speak.
Meanwhile, Mi Ruoxi clung to the corner of her robe, trembling.
She had wanted to go to Lin Chen and beg him to save her father, but Ning Rongrong had beaten her to it!
Watching Lin Chen and Ning Rongrong talk.
Mi Ruoxi's eyes flashed with a trace of desperate determination.
"Since I already know what will happen, I can't just wait here and do nothing. Even if Lin Chen has some strange hobby, as long as he can save my father, I'll do whatever it takes!"
"Isn't it just wearing white? I don't care if it's black, white, purple, or yellow—I can wear anything! What are you afraid of?!"
She had the power to transform, and slipped silently into the darkness.
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