The End of Martial Soul Hall [Please add to library, please keep reading!]

[Era of Douluo Dalu I]

Yu Xiaogang remained immersed in the excitement and self-satisfaction of seeing his theories shine brilliantly ten thousand years into the future.

It was as if that junior named Wang Yan was the continuation of his ideology, the ultimate proof of his wisdom.

However, not everyone was as narrow-minded as he was.

More truly brilliant minds had already caught wind of earth-shattering information from the sky screen, enough to overturn the entire era.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi's gaze had long since shifted away from the sky screen.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his usually gentle eyes now as deep as the sea; no one knew what he was thinking.

Beside him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin could not help but speak up:

"Sect Master, this sky screen is truly bizarre. The future it displays labels a junior of high moral character a hypocrite—it is simply turning black into white."

"No."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head gently, uttering only a single word.

He turned around to face Chen Xin and Gu Rong, his voice dropping to a whisper: "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, have you not noticed a critical issue?"

"A critical issue?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong looked puzzled.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed with sharp light as he spoke, enunciating every word:

"Martial Soul Hall!"

"In the past of that young man named Wang Yan shown on the sky screen, from his awakening at a young age to his entry into Shrek Academy, and later becoming a teacher... throughout that entire process, did you see even a trace of Martial Soul Hall?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the pupils of both Chen Xin and Gu Rong constricted sharply!

That's right!

All their attention had been captured by Wang Yan's story, and they had completely overlooked this detail!

According to the ironclad rules of the continent for hundreds of years, aside from those great families with inherited martial souls, the awakening of a six-year-old child's martial soul was always presided over by spirit masters from the local branches of Martial Soul Hall.

This was both the duty of Martial Soul Hall and the means by which it controlled the foundation of spirit masters across the entire continent.

Yet on the sky screen, the one who awakened Wang Yan's martial soul was an elder from his village!

In that place called the Heaven Dou Empire, Martial Soul Hall seemed to have no presence at all!

In that future era, Shrek Academy seemed unprecedentedly powerful;

Yet Martial Soul Hall, which had forces in every corner of the continent, seemed to have vanished without a trace!

A conjecture that made Ning Fengzhi and the two Title Douluo's hearts race uncontrollably surfaced in their minds.

"Could it be... that ten thousand years later, Martial Soul Hall... is no longer around?"

Gu Rong's voice trembled with a hint of disbelief.

"Perhaps it is not just 'no longer around'."

Chen Xin added, sword light flickering in his eyes.

"But rather... it was destroyed!"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart, and said in a low voice:

"The changing of sects and the rise and fall of dynasties are common occurrences."

"But Martial Soul Hall is different. It has been rooted in the continent for too long, its influence so deeply intertwined that it is no longer a simple sect."

"Such a behemoth, so deeply entrenched, could never disappear without a sound."

"For it to perish, it must have been completely destroyed by an external force!"

Ning Fengzhi's gaze turned back to the sky screen.

The never-before-seen Soul Tools used by Huo Yuhao and the others in the tournament, along with the unheard-of Sun Moon Empire, all served to corroborate his hypothesis.

"The future will surely see a great upheaval!"

And the beginning of this upheaval was likely the destruction of Martial Soul Hall!

Martial Soul City, Pope's Palace.

"Trash!"

Bibi Dong slammed her palm onto the armrest, and the golden throne instantly became covered in cracks.

Her beautiful face was covered in frost, and fury and killing intent intertwined in her purple eyes.

Below her, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the others were as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to even breathe loudly.

If Ning Fengzhi could think of it, how could she not?

The world of the future held no trace of Martial Soul Hall!

This was harder for her to accept than any humiliation!

It meant that her life's work, the grand ambition she pursued to unify the continent, had... failed in the future?

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Bibi Dong stared fixedly at the sky screen, her voice squeezed out from between her teeth.

"I will never let such a future come to pass! The Hunt Soul Operation must be accelerated!"

She would use iron-fisted tactics to completely strangle the future predicted by the sky screen in its cradle!

Tang San, Shrek, Qian Daoliu...

Everyone who stood in her way must die!

[Dou Er Era]

In the plaza of Shrek Academy, waves of questioning and support rose higher and higher.

Almost all the students firmly believed that Wang Yan was innocent.

"Sky screen! What evidence do you have!"

"That's right! Produce the evidence! Don't slander a good man out of thin air!"

"Give us back our innocent teacher Wang Yan!"

Huo Yuhao stood at the very front of the crowd, his voice somewhat hoarse from excitement, yet exceptionally firm:

"The kindness teacher Wang Yan has shown me, I, Huo Yuhao, will never forget as long as I live!"

"Without concrete proof, I will never believe he is a hypocrite!"

Just as the voices of doubt from countless people across two eras reached their peak.

Above the sky screen, the golden light shifted once more!

The previous images regarding Wang Yan's life dissipated entirely, replaced by several cold and massive golden characters.

[Reason for Ranking!]

The moment these four words appeared, it was as if a basin of ice water had been poured over all the boiling emotions.

The entire continent fell silent once again.

Everyone, whether in the Dou Yi or Dou Er era, stared fixedly at the sky.

It was here!

This mysterious sky screen was about to provide its explanation!

And Wang Yan, held fast by Elder Xuan, saw these four words.

His already pale face lost the last trace of color.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed directly to the ground, his face ashen.

He muttered to himself: "It's over... everything is over..."

Elder Xuan, standing beside him, saw this display and a flash of disgust crossed his eyes.

At the same time, he looked at the sky screen, his brows locked in a deep frown.

A trace of panic, which he himself had not even noticed, flickered deep within his eyes.

Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of eyes, new text slowly emerged.

[First: Bearing a blood feud, infiltrating under a disguise.]

[Second: Harboring malicious intent, controlling geniuses.]

[Third: Deceptive in nature, aiming for total collapse.]

The three reasons struck like three heavy hammers against the hearts of everyone!

Especially the students of Shrek Academy; the anger and indignation on their faces froze instantly, replaced by a sense of bewilderment and dullness.

Infiltration?

Harboring malicious intent?

Collapsing Shrek?

This... how could this be possible?

Before they could recover from this earth-shattering information, the text on the sky screen changed once again.

[Next, the first point will be elaborated upon:]

[Bearing a blood feud, infiltrating under a disguise]

Above the sky, the scene shifted abruptly!

It was no longer the gentle and refined teacher Wang Yan.

The scene switched to a dark, damp underground secret chamber.

Inside the chamber, candles were lit.

They illuminated the hundreds of spirit tablets placed in front.

A child of only six years old knelt before these spirit tablets.

That youthful face was none other than Wang Yan in his childhood!

And on the wall behind him, an emblem was carved:

It was a sharp sword inserted diagonally into a heavy hammer, with six spread wings above it.

The Seraphim emblem!

[Douluo II Era]

Shrek Academy.

Elder Xuan's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks!

In the Douluo II era, few people recognized this emblem from ten thousand years ago.

But as an Elder of the Sea God Pavilion, how could he not know the meaning of this totem?

He looked sharply at Wang Yan, who was slumped on the ground, and shouted in shock and anger:

"You are actually a remnant of the Martial Soul Hall!"

[Douluo I Era]

When the Martial Soul Hall emblem appeared, the smug smile on Yu Xiaogang's face froze completely.

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had their expressions change drastically!

In the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong stood up abruptly, her eyes filled with disbelief!

This Wang Yan is a person from the Martial Soul Hall?!

Before everyone could recover from this earth-shattering news.

The young Wang Yan had already raised his head.

However, at this moment, there was not a trace of gentleness or scholarly air on his face.

Replacing it was a coldness and hatred completely inconsistent with his age!

He put his finger into his mouth and bit the tip hard, letting drops of blood fall onto the ground.

The young Wang Yan raised his blood-stained hand, the fire of vengeance burning deep into his marrow in his eyes!

A repressed and venomous voice, every word of which seemed to be soaked in blood, echoed in the secret chamber:

["Shrek... Sea God Tang San... you destroyed my home and annihilated my clan!"]

["I, Qiangu Wangyan, hereby take an oath!"]

["In this life, I will surely overthrow Shrek and avenge this blood feud for my Martial Soul Hall and my Qiangu Clan!"]

["I will not stop until one of us is dead!"]

As this venomous oath resounded across the sky, the grand and cold voice of the sky, like a final judge, slowly revealed the truth.

[Wang Yan is not his real name.]

[His real name is, in fact...]

[Qiangu Wangyan!]

The moment the voice fell.

Above the sky, the characters [Qiangu] suddenly appeared before the name [Wang Yan]!

[Tenth place on the Hypocrite Ranking: Qiangu Wangyan!]