Sky Screen Descends, a Livestream Across Time and Space

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Sword Douluo stared fixedly at the red rainbow streaking across the sky, his breathing suddenly growing heavier.

It was the first time Ning Fengzhi had seen him wear such an expression. Perplexed, he asked,

"Uncle Sword, what's wrong?"

Sword Douluo said nothing. He merely stared at the scarlet streak in the sky, his pupils unfocused, as though he had not heard Ning Fengzhi's question at all and was instead recalling something.

Bone Douluo, standing nearby, said,

"Fengzhi, that old sword fool's been shaken!"

"That red rainbow in the sky isn't a meteor. It's a person."

Ning Fengzhi first looked stunned, then even more astonished.

"Who is that person?"

To make Uncle Sword care this much...

Ning Fengzhi even suspected that person might be Sword Douluo's one true love.

Otherwise, how could Chen Xin, who had devoted his entire life to the sword, lose his composure like this?

Bone Douluo drew a deep breath. "A Supreme Douluo."

There were many supreme rulers across the continent.

But only one person bore Supreme as a title.

Ning Fengzhi immediately thought of Lu Xuan.

That dazzlingly talented young man.

Yet Lu Xuan seemed very low-key. Ever since receiving his title, he had gone quiet, and no news of him had been heard across the continent for several years.

At that moment, Chen Xin said hoarsely,

"The Supreme Douluo's martial soul is the Seven-Kill Soul-Devouring Sword, a mutated martial soul descended from the Seven Kill Sword. Its killing intent is even more terrifying than that of the Seven Kill Sword. I have always wanted to sit with him and discuss the sword, but he appeared and vanished like a divine dragon. I never had the chance."

"I never expected that when I saw him again, he would already be on the same level as the Worship Hall's Great Elder."

"I'm afraid I no longer have the qualifications to discuss the sword with him."

"What?!"

Ning Fengzhi's mouth fell open, his eyes full of disbelief.

A Limit Douluo at that age?

How could anyone cultivate so quickly?!

Ning Fengzhi could not believe Lu Xuan had cultivated to the rank of Limit Douluo solely through his own efforts. A reasonable explanation quickly formed in his mind.

A Divine Trial. Lu Xuan must have undergone a Divine Trial.

"But completing a Divine Trial so quickly also proves Lu Xuan's talent."

A shrewd merchant's gleam flashed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

If such a powerful expert could join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and become one of its consecrated elders, even if only as a nominal guest elder...

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would possess a talisman against death!

At this thought,

Ning Fengzhi, still in the prime of his life, felt his heart burn with excitement.

The sword aura streaked like a rainbow, drawing countless gazes.

It also stirred thoughts in some powerful figures.

But Lu Xuan showed no intention of restraining himself, nor did he care in the slightest.

Before absolute strength, all schemes were empty illusions.

Thus, the red rainbow crossed more than half the continent before finally stopping above Spirit Hall.

Merely stopping there put Spirit Hall's experts on high alert. Numerous Titled Douluo and Spirit Hall powerhouses rushed over, led by none other than the Pope, Qian Xunji.

Qian Xunji recognized Lu Xuan and frowned inwardly.

The Supreme Douluo had rejected Spirit Hall's invitations seven times in succession. Qian Xunji considered him the most difficult Douluo to control.

Qian Xunji deeply feared the existence of someone like that.

Lu Xuan saw Qian Xunji as well.

He roughly calculated the timing.

Hmm, Bibi Dong probably hasn't been violated in that secret chamber yet. I never cared about Bibi Dong's fate before, but since I'm taking a disciple now, I'd better choose a cleaner one.

Her mind can stay normal too, right?

With that thought, Lu Xuan still asked,

"Qian Xunji, you haven't done anything to your disciple yet, have you?"

The Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall around them all wore strange expressions.

Could it be that the Supreme Douluo knew something to ask such a question?

Qian Xunji's face nearly turned green.

He had a guilty conscience, so like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he instinctively overreacted.

"Spirit Hall's affairs have nothing to do with the Supreme Douluo!"

"The Supreme Douluo barged into Spirit City without notice, charging straight into the heart of Spirit Hall. What are your intentions?"

But Lu Xuan waved a hand and said casually, as though dealing with a child,

"If I truly had ill intentions, you wouldn't be able to stop me. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here. Where is Qian Daoliu? Tell the person truly in charge to come out!"

Qian Xunji's expression turned livid.

The papal robes he wore seemed to have become mere decorations, utterly ignored by the man before him.

The Spirit Hall Titled Douluo exchanged glances as well.

Everyone knew that Qian Daoliu was Spirit Hall's true boss, but Qian Xunji was still wearing the Pope's robes. Lu Xuan was giving him far too little face.

"The Pope must not be insulted!"

"Spirit Hall's dignity shall not be violated!"

Feeling that the Pope's dignity had been trampled upon, Qian Xunji immediately summoned his Angel Martial Soul. He signaled Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo beside him with his eyes, intending to give Lu Xuan a warning first.

He wanted Lu Xuan to understand that one could not be so arrogant.

Moreover, Lu Xuan had repeatedly refused to join Spirit Hall, so he was destined not to be a friend, but a potential threat.

Seeing Qian Xunji ready to fight, Lu Xuan smiled faintly. The Godslayer Sword appeared at his command, and nine Soul Rings emerged behind him, a truly terrifying sight.

Yellow! Purple! Purple! Black! Black! Black! Black! Red! Red!

The pressure belonging to a Limit Douluo erupted, like Mount Tai bearing down from above.

Everyone in Spirit Hall could not help but grunt.

In an instant, the winds and clouds changed color.

At that very moment, in another time and space—on the timeline when the original Tang San and Xiao Wu had just arrived at Shrek Academy—the sky was suddenly torn open by a massive rift.

Light flickered, forming a luminous screen.

The image displayed on the screen was unmistakably Lu Xuan.

Across the continent, no matter where one stood, everyone could clearly see the scene playing on the Sky Screen. Above it was engraved a line of gilded words.

"Another Timeline."

The Sky Screen froze on the scene of Lu Xuan summoning his martial soul, while Qian Xunji and Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo opposite him were so thoroughly suppressed that they did not dare breathe loudly.

Spirit City, Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong, already the Pope, sprang sharply to her feet from the Papal Throne the instant she saw the scene. Her eyes locked onto Qian Xunji in the image, brimming with boundless hatred. Her Godslayer Domain instinctively spread, and terrifying killing intent spilled out.

This left Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo beside her trembling in fear.

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at himself on the Sky Screen, confusion flashing through his eyes. Only when he saw the gilded words in the sky—"Another Timeline"—did he say in astonishment,

"Your Holiness, this appears to be..."

"More than twenty years ago?!"

When Qian Xunji had still been alive!

Bibi Dong's face darkened. She said nothing, merely stared at the Sky Screen with murderous eyes. The past was like a scar; even when remembered, its pain remained seared into her bones.

However,

the scene playing on the Sky Screen was utterly unfamiliar.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, standing nearby, asked in confusion,

"If this was more than twenty years ago, why have I never seen the young man in white in the image? With the strength of the Soul Rings he displayed, he could not possibly be an unknown nobody!"

"Could this... truly be another time and space!"

Hearing this, Bibi Dong clenched her hand tightly, her delicate nails piercing her palm.

Another time and space. A powerful expert she had never seen before.

Would her fate repeat itself?