Tang San Unites the Continent?! Wishful Thinking!

Deep within Spirit Hall.

In a hidden underground chamber that never saw the light of day.

It was filled with countless ancient scrolls and stone tablets, the air permeated with a scent of decay.

In the center of this chamber sat an old man dressed in gray robes.

His hair was completely white, his face covered in dense wrinkles, and his entire being appeared listless and aged.

However.

If the high-ranking members of Spirit Hall were here, they would surely be shocked into speechlessness.

For this old man was none other than the Great Elder of Spirit Hall who should have died during Qian Renxue's godhood ceremony—Qian Daoliu!

Qian Daoliu was currently looking silently at the sky-screen through a hole in the ceiling of the chamber.

Watching the rewards Chen Xin had obtained, he could not help but let out a sigh.

"What a pity."

"This Chen Xin is truly a man of brilliant talent."

"Back in the day, I had considered many times wanting to recruit him into our Spirit Hall."

"It is just a shame that his bones were too hard, and the grievances between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and us were too deep."

Qian Daoliu lowered his head and looked at his own trembling palms.

His body was hollow.

There was not a single ripple of soul power.

He was now nothing more than a cripple, even weaker than an ordinary person.

A desolate, bitter smile appeared at the corner of Qian Daoliu's mouth.

He should have died.

As the spokesperson for the Angel God, his destiny was to use his own life as a sacrifice to open the gates of godhood for Qian Renxue.

On the day Qian Renxue became a god, he had indeed prepared himself for death.

But just as he was about to offer his soul and life to the Angel Divine Raiment.

An incident occurred.

A mysterious man suddenly tore through space and appeared within the Angel Holy Temple.

That man was wearing a simple blue robe.

With just a light wave of his hand, that man forcibly interrupted the sacrificial ceremony.

To this day, Qian Daoliu still clearly remembered that man's words.

"I am Xue'er's husband."

The man looked at him.

"Xue'er's path to godhood does not need your life to pave it."

"I will give her something better."

"As for you, just live honestly and watch her reach the summit."

After saying these words, the man took Qian Renxue and left.

Although Qian Daoliu kept his life, the price of forcibly interrupting the sacrifice was the shattering of his martial soul and the total loss of his soul power.

He became a complete and utter cripple.

"Xue'er..."

Qian Daoliu looked at the sky outside the window and muttered to himself.

There was worry, but also relief.

Although he did not know what kind of background the man who claimed to be Qian Renxue's husband had.

He could feel that the other party held no malice toward Qian Renxue.

"As long as Xue'er is well, what does it matter whether this old fellow lives or dies?"

Qian Daoliu sighed, slowly closed his eyes, and merged back into the darkness of the chamber.

Heaven Dou Empire camp.

Dai Mubai strode up to Tang San.

"Third Brother, we are now fully prepared."

"The Heaven Dou army's morale is high, and now that Senior Sword's strength has greatly increased, our side's combat power has reached its peak."

A fanatical light flickered in his eyes.

"We can attack the Spirit Hall Empire at any time."

"In my opinion, we should simply issue the order now and have all our forces launch a full-scale assault on Jialing Pass!"

"We must take advantage of the fact that Spirit Hall hasn't reacted yet and wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

Upon hearing Dai Mubai's words, the surrounding generals also expressed their agreement one after another.

"That's right, Alliance Leader, the window of opportunity is fleeting!"

"After seeing what Senior Sword went through back then, all the brothers are brimming with pent-up energy!"

"We must make those bastards from Spirit Hall pay their blood debt!"

Everyone clamored for battle, their morale exceptionally high.

Tang San looked at the surging fighting spirit of the crowd before him and took a deep breath.

He slammed the Seagod Trident in his hand hard against the ground.

BOOM!

A gentle yet massive blue ripple spread outward, instantly silencing the noisy command tent.

Tang San looked at everyone and nodded slowly.

"Very well."

"Since everyone is high in spirits and the timing is ripe."

"Pass on my order: have the entire army prepare, set out immediately, and launch a fierce assault on Jialing Pass!"

"In this battle, we shall end the rule of the Spirit Hall Empire!"

"Yes!"

The crowd shouted in unison, their voices deafening.

At the same time.

Above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The originally clear sky suddenly rippled with an unusual blue hue.

The ripples spread out like water, carrying a rich aura of life.

Immediately following.

The void was torn open by an invisible hand.

A slender, upright figure slowly stepped out.

The person who arrived was none other than Tang Xiao.

He stood high in the sky, his black hair fluttering in the wind.

His body radiated a faint, glowing blue light, reflecting the massive canopy in the sky.

In that instant.

All the plants within a hundred-mile radius, especially the Blue Silver Grass growing in the mountains and fields, seemed to sense the arrival of a king.

They bowed their stalks one after another, swaying gently in the direction of Tang Xiao.

A faint, refreshing fragrance permeated the air.

Tang Xiao closed his eyes.

His powerful divine sense transformed into an invisible net, covering the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect below.

In just a single moment.

He sensed the aura of his mother, Ah Yin, in a secluded valley at the back of the mountain.

That feeling of blood connection could not be mistaken.

However.

Before he could even heave a sigh of relief, his expression sank abruptly.

Within his divine sense, his mother's aura appeared weak and was confined to that spot by a certain power.

That power was like a heavy mountain, suppressing his mother's vitality and preventing her from making any contact with the outside world.

"This power..."

Tang Xiao snapped his eyes open, a piercing cold light flashing in the depths of his pupils.

"Tang Hao."

He gritted his teeth as he spat out the name.

As Tang Hao's eldest son, how could he fail to recognize this power belonging to the Clear Sky Hammer?

"You abandoned me in the wilderness for the sake of your own selfish desires."

"And now you use such methods to torment Mother!"

Tang Xiao's voice was calm, yet the space around him began to distort.

At this moment, the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was filled with a jubilant atmosphere.

Ning Fengzhi sat at the head of the table, his face beaming with an irrepressible smile.

"Congratulations, Uncle Jian, congratulations!"

Ning Fengzhi raised the teacup before him and said with excitement:

"Not only have you fully recovered from your injuries and regrown your right arm, but you have also obtained a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring bestowed by the Heavenly Dao and reached the ninety-eighth rank of cultivation."

"This is truly the greatest joyous occasion for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in a century!"

Chen Xin sat to the side.

He looked at his right arm, now as good as new, and a faint smile hung on his face as well.

"Fengzhi, this is indeed a monumental stroke of fortune."

Chen Xin gently stroked the Heavenly Dao Seven Kill Sword beside him, feeling the surging sword intent emanating from it.

"With this power, I will certainly be able to assist Xiao San on the battlefield in the future to annihilate Spirit Hall!"

"It shall also serve as retribution for the severed arm from all those years ago!"