Inside the quiet room.
Qian Renxue was stunned.
She instinctively looked down at her hands, then glanced at Qian Ye beside her, her eyes filled with astonishment.
Her Angel Holy Sword was actually the third-ranked Divine Artifact on the continent?
This—
Meanwhile.
Shrek Camp.
The barracks, which had been bustling just moments ago, were now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone wore the same look, as if they had seen a ghost.
The arrogance and contempt vanished from Tang San's face in an instant, replaced by utter shock and stupefaction.
The Angel Holy Sword?
Qian Renxue?
How could it be her?!
Back at Jialing Pass, that woman's sword had clearly been suppressed by his Sea God Trident. If not for that bizarre broken sword, she would have lost long ago!
What gave her sword the right to rank above his Asura Magic Sword?!
"Impossible!"
A soul-rending roar burst from Tang San's throat, resounding throughout the entire camp!
"That's absolutely impossible!"
The Golden List hung high in the sky, radiating brilliant light.
Faced with the boundless divine might, Tang San's soul-rending roar seemed utterly feeble and powerless.
No one paid any attention to his helpless fury.
Everyone's gaze was drawn to the divine sword slowly appearing in the sky above.
What kind of sword was it?
It was golden from hilt to tip, its blade engraved with intricate, ancient runes.
Though it merely hovered within the image, it radiated a sacred aura that made heaven and earth submit.
This holiness was unlike the all-embracing light of the Sea God's ocean.
Nor was it like the Asura God's slaughtering order, which judged all things.
It was pure.
Overbearing.
It was absolute light, driving away every trace of darkness and filth in the world!
[The Angel Holy Sword, a Super Divine Artifact!]
[In ancient times, the First Generation Angel God wielded this sword, purging the world of evil and laying the foundation for humanity on the continent!]
The words on the Golden List faded.
In their place appeared scene after scene that made all living beings tremble.
It was the ancient era.
The scenes were dark, the sky stained red with blood.
There were no cities on the land, only ruins and bones.
Humans were not the masters of the continent.
They were prey.
Countless Evil Soul Masters wreathed in black energy slaughtered mortals at will, cultivating with their souls and feeding on their flesh.
Those were humanity's darkest years.
Wails filled the land, and thousands of miles lay barren.
Even the Soul Beast Clan had retreated in the face of this ultimate evil.
Despair.
Through the screen, everyone inside and outside Jialing Pass felt a despair so deep it seemed bottomless.
Just then.
The scene changed.
A streak of golden light tore through the blood clouds!
A figure clad in golden armor descended from the heavens, sword in hand.
His face was impossible to make out.
All they could see were his eyes, like two blazing suns, burning with golden flames.
He swung his sword.
One strike.
Mountains and rivers shattered, and ten thousand ghosts wailed!
Tens of thousands of Evil Soul Masters were reduced to ashes in an instant beneath that golden sword energy!
He did not stop.
Alone, with only his sword, he walked across the battered continent.
Wherever he went, darkness receded and light returned.
He established the Spirit Hall, erected Angel Statues, and spread his blessings far and wide.
He laid down an ironclad law: All Evil Soul Masters must be slain by the people of the world!
It was only because of him that humanity's golden age lasted for ten thousand years.
The scene froze on that towering figure's back.
He stood at the peak of the world, beneath him a mountain formed from the countless corpses of Evil Soul Masters.
Not a drop of blood stained the Holy Sword in his hand. It remained as pure as ever.
[He purged the world of evil and ushered in peace for all ages!]
[This is the Angel Holy Sword!]
[This is the justice of the Spirit Hall!]
The moment these words appeared, the entire world fell silent.
Shrek Camp.
Dai Mubai's mouth hung open. It was as if a fish bone were stuck in his throat; he couldn't make a sound.
Zhu Zhuqing's face was pale, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.
Ma Hongjun's clenched fist slowly fell open, powerless.
They had always been taught that the Spirit Hall was domineering and tyrannical—in other words, that it was the "villain."
But now, the Heavenly Dao Golden List was telling them otherwise.
Without the Spirit Hall, without that First Generation Angel God, humanity would have been wiped out long ago.
So who was truly righteous?
And who was evil?
The questions sprouted wildly in the hearts of the Shrek group, shaking their convictions.
Tang San stared fixedly at the sky.
His body trembled.
Not from fear.
But from rage.
The rage of being utterly repudiated.
He could clearly feel that the power emanating from the Golden List's scene—even after countless ages—still made the Asura Divine Power within him tremble with unease.
That was the power of a God King!
And among God Kings, he had been one of the strongest!
"God King—"
Tang San gritted his teeth. The corners of his eyes split, and blood trickled down.
"The First Generation Angel God was a God King too!"
"Why?!"
"If such a powerful being existed, why did the Spirit Hall end up pushed to this point by me?"
He refused to accept it.
He couldn't accept it!
Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang stood off to the side, looking as though he had aged ten years in an instant.
The theories he had once been so proud of seemed laughable beside the true history.
He had always taught Tang San that the Spirit Hall was a cancer obstructing the development of Soul Masters.
Yet the figure in the scene, who had purged the world of evil, was like a resounding slap across his face.
"Justice—"
Grandmaster's lips trembled.
"Could it be that we really were wrong?"
Star Dou Great Forest, Lake of Life.
Ripples stirred in Gu Yuena's violet eyes.
She fell into recollection.
It had happened a very, very long time ago.
So long ago that even she had almost forgotten.
"It was him—"
Gu Yuena murmured softly.
Di Tian, beside her, shuddered and respectfully asked, "My Lord, did you know the First Generation Angel God?"
Gu Yuena did not answer directly. She gazed at the figure's back in the image, a complicated emotion flashing through her eyes.
"In that era, humans were as weak as ants."
"Only he emerged from nowhere."
"The sword in his hand was indeed powerful."
"Even at the peak of my strength, I would have had to avoid the edge of that strike."
At these words, all the Ferocious Beasts were shocked.
Even their lord would have had to avoid its edge?
Just how powerful had that First Generation Angel God been?
Xiong Jun shrank his neck and muttered, "Where did he go afterward? Did he die?"
"If a powerhouse like him were still alive, humans would have unified the Divine Realm long ago, wouldn't they?"
King of Ten Thousand Monsters nodded. "That's right. Humans have short lifespans. Even after becoming gods, they must eventually fall."
Gu Yuena shook her head.
"I don't know."
"At the height of his power, he suddenly disappeared."
"Some say he ascended to a higher world. Others say he perished in the turbulence of the void."
"But this Golden List today—"
Gu Yuena paused, her gaze growing profound.
"Since the Angel Holy Sword still exists, his inheritance must not have been lost."
"It's just that the sword is now in Qian Renxue's hands, and it seems far weaker than it was back then."
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