The group chatted as they walked, the atmosphere relaxed.
Before long, a grand and imposing building came into view. It was one of the Spirit Pagoda's eighteen major branch towers.
Its exterior alone exuded an immense and majestic presence. Towering high above them, it radiated such overwhelming grandeur that anyone who looked upon it could not help but feel reverence.
They slowly climbed the flights of stairs to the entrance, where Long Hengxu, the dean of studies, had already been waiting.
Seeing Wu Zhangkong approaching with the students, he hurried forward. "Teacher Wu."
"Director Long." Wu Zhangkong merely responded, her expression calm.
The moment they stepped into the first floor of the Spirit Pagoda, Tang Wulin was stunned by the resplendent interior decorations. The dazzling displays and exquisite layout conveyed the Spirit Pagoda's nobility and authority everywhere he looked.
Xie Xie's gaze, however, was drawn directly to several enormous murals. Their last visit had been rushed, leaving him no time to properly admire them.
The murals depicted legendary powerful Soul Masters with lifelike detail.
Yet compared to Huo Yuhao, who occupied the center of the mural, it was Tang Wutong's portrait beside him that Xie Xie could not tear his eyes away from.
As he looked at the breathtakingly beautiful Tang Wutong in the mural, Xie Xie quietly muttered to himself:
Was this Wang Dong'er, Wang Qiu'er, or the real Tang Wutong? Or was she Tang Wutong with all three sets of memories? Wouldn't that bastard God King Tang drive her insane?
Conclusion: God King Tang wasn't even a thing.
Meanwhile, Wu Zhangkong softly explained the connection between the murals and the Spirit Pagoda. The others listened with rapt attention, immersed in the legendary tale.
"Tang Wutong..." Gu Yue murmured, a strange glint appearing in her eyes. "Her name is