The Battle of Jialing Pass Rewritten! Bibi Dong Shattered the Asura Sword, Qian Renxue's Divine Light!

Tang San did not look at her. He did not know what to say. If that golden age in Spirit City, where ordinary people were well fed and warmly clothed and Soul Tools filled the skies, was real, then what did that make the revenge he had always pursued under the banner of justice?

Yu Xiaogang climbed off the ground, brushed the dust from his trouser legs, and forced himself to assume an air of authority.

[Yu Xiaogang]: [Smoke and mirrors. San, don't let an illusion like this fool you. Spirit Hall is full of selfish, petty people. How could they possibly share resources with commoners? A scam like this could only fool those brainless rabble.]

The Sky Screen gave them no time to keep arguing.

The words dissolved, and great swaths of glaring crimson splashed down.

Even through the screen, everyone could smell the blood, so thick it turned their stomachs.

The image showed a ruined fortress pass. More than half its walls had collapsed, its moat was filled with dark red liquid, and severed limbs bobbed on the surface.

[Dai Mubai]: [It's Jialing Pass! San, that's where we fought our decisive battle.]

Dai Mubai slapped his thigh, pointed at the Sky Screen, and shouted.

In the real world, Bibi Dong's gaze also locked onto that fortress. Of course she remembered it. To save Qian Renxue, she had taken the Asura God Sword's blow for her, throwing herself into that meat grinder.

But the Sky Screen had already said this was the timeline "where Spirit Hall won."

How exactly had she won?

The Sky Screen provided the answer.

High in the air, two streaks of divine light collided furiously.

On one side was the blood-red Asura God Sword, held by a blue-haired young man. That was Tang San after