Following the direction Ye An pointed, Du Busi looked ahead and suddenly saw a large gate enter his field of vision. The gatehouse stood roughly twenty feet tall and fifty feet wide. Five-foot-high walls extended more than twenty meters from either side, their blue paint especially eye-catching.
Above the gatehouse hung a plaque bearing just two words: Tang Sect.
Ten thousand years ago, the Tang Sect had been incomparably glorious. This sect, personally founded by Sea God Tang San, had stood shoulder to shoulder with Shrek Academy across the continent, enjoying boundless splendor for a time.
The Tang Sect's hidden weapons had spread throughout the three great empires, becoming top-tier weapons supplied exclusively to the imperial courts.
Until four thousand years ago, when the Sun Moon Continent collided with the Douluo Continent and brought more advanced soul tools with it, the Tang Sect began to decline.
By today, the Tang Sect had fallen completely. Once the number one sect on the continent, it had now become merely a small sect within Heaven Dou City. Its once pale-blue walls had darkened to deep blue, as though foretelling the Tang Sect's decline.
Du Busi didn't even lift his eyelids, merely nodding distractedly. "That's right. This is the Tang Sect, once as famous as Shrek Academy. They rejected soul tools and refused to accept them, causing their sect to gradually decline until none of its former glory remained."
As he spoke, Du Busi's expression changed slightly.
Because he felt as though those words were also describing himself.
The Tang Sect had been cast aside by the times precisely because it had always rejected soul tools and continued to believe in the power of hidden weapons.
And his own attitude toward soul tools didn't seem much better than the Tang Sect's.
But Du Busi