Memories of Another World

Memories of Another World

2631st Year of the Douluo Calendar

Spirit City, Douluo Continent

Nobody knew when this city was built; people only knew its heritage traced back to the Angel Church Cathedral of ancient times, making it even older than the Two Great Empires of Heaven Dou and Star Luo.

Following countless years of development, the Angel Church was replaced by Spirit Hall, and this city gradually grew alongside it.

Spirit City was built around a hill. Atop the hill stood two exceptionally magnificent structures: the Papal Palace on the mountainside, and the Douluo Palace at the summit. The Papal Palace was renowned as the grandest building across the entire Douluo Continent. The Douluo Palace, on the other hand, was a place that only Titled Douluo were qualified to enter.

Precisely because of Spirit Hall's unparalleled importance to the continent's soul masters, even though its size was not even a tenth of Heaven Dou City's, Spirit City had become a sacred ground for nearly all soul masters across the entire continent, where even a mere worker inside a restaurant might possess over twenty ranks of Soul Power.

Inside the Papal Palace, a handsome middle-aged man had a pair of weathered yet profound eyes that made it impossible to determine his exact age. He had a head of brilliant, golden hair and exceedingly striking features.

Furthermore, he wore a luxurious black robe inlaid with golden patterns, wore a nine-curved purple-gold crown on his head, and held a scepter about two meters long inlaid with countless gemstones. A noble and sacred aura radiated from his entire body, making him look magnificent and elegant.

He was the current Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji.

At this moment, however, he was leaning against a desk, gasping heavily for breath, his weathered and profound eyes filled with terror.

Just moments ago, Elder Xiao Tian had reported to Qian Xunji that Elder Liu Hong had discovered a shapeshifted Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast while carrying out a mission outside and had directly moved to capture it. To his surprise, the person beside this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast turned out to be the Clear Sky Sect successor, Tang Hao. For the sake of this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, Tang Hao engaged in a fierce battle with Elder Liu Hong, ultimately breaking one of Liu Hong's legs and causing his rank to drop to Soul Douluo.

Upon first hearing this news, Qian Xunji was initially furious that Tang Hao had injured a Spirit Hall elder, but excitement quickly followed.

After all, his Dong'er had already reached rank 89. If they captured this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and used it as Dong'er's ninth spirit ring, perhaps Dong'er would forgive him, and she would no longer be so violent toward Xiao Xue. By then, their family of three could live happily together in the future!

How wonderful!

Qian Xunji immediately prepared to issue a Papal Decree to hold the Clear Sky Sect accountable, demanding to know why they allowed their successor to wander the continent with a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast, posing a severe threat to the lives and safety of the mainland's people, and why they had obstructed a Spirit Hall elder from eliminating a threat to the continent, crippling him instead.

Qian Xunji looked at his nearly perfect Papal Decree, then immediately ordered men to go and demand accountability while continuously tracking Tang Hao's whereabouts.

Having made his arrangements, Qian Xunji happily indulged in his thoughts.

By then, Dong'er would forgive him, fall for him, forget that trash Yu Xiaogang, and their family of three would be reunited. It was simply too wonderful!

Qian Xunji wiped away a stream of drool.

After daydreaming for a long time, he prepared to share this good news with Dong'er, but the moment he stood up, a flood of memories that did not belong to him surged entirely into his mind. The Douluo Continent he lived in turned out to be merely a novel from another world!

Moreover, according to this novel, in the future, his rank-95 self would take two Titled Douluo to encircle and suppress the rank-89 Tang Hao. As a result, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would sacrifice itself, and a rank-92 Tang Hao would fight three opponents alone. He would be heavily injured, while the other two Titled Douluo would end up dead and crippled respectively!

Meanwhile, taking advantage of his heavy injuries, Dong'er would kill and devour him, initiate the Rakshasa God trials, take charge of Spirit Hall, and in the future ascend to godhood alongside Xiao Xue. However, they would be slain by Tang Hao's son, Xiao Xue's rank would also plummet to Soul Douluo, and Spirit Hall, with its countless years of heritage, would perish right then and there.

This... How is this possible! Dong'er, Xiao Xue, father, Spirit Hall... They're all gone.

After recovering for a long time, Qian Xunji finally steadied his breathing, but he still muttered in disbelieving shock.

He was unwilling to believe this was real. Could it possibly be a warning from the Divine Ancestor? An illusion somehow set up by his father?

Yet these memories were far too vivid; he searched for a long time without finding a single flaw.

Divine Ancestor protect us. Since you have awakened these memories in me, these events shall never happen. Dong'er, Xiao Xue, father, Spirit Hall, the Divine Ancestor's Legacy—I will protect every single one of you, Qian Xunji muttered, adjusting his mood as he stood before the desk, hands clasped behind his back with narrowed eyes.

Having completely digested the memories and hesitated for a long time, he ultimately decided to go and see Bibi Dong first.

Dong'er, I'm sorry. I cannot allow such a thing to happen. I won't give you this ninth spirit ring; I will take care of you for the rest of your life. I will spend this lifetime atoning for my sins, and I'll make Xiao Xue understand the truth early on so she can reconcile with you and bring you into the Divine Realm.

By this point, Qian Xunji had resolved to completely place Bibi Dong under house arrest, eradicate all of Spirit Hall's enemies, and have Xiao Xue ascend to godhood as soon as possible.

Damn Tang Hao! Damn Tang San! Damn Yu Xiaogang! Yu Xiaogang! I will surely kill you!

Thinking of these enemies of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.

Adjusting his mood once more, he prepared to head toward Bibi Dong's residence, but just as he turned around, he heard a panicking maid running in from outside, shouting at the top of her lungs.

"His Holiness the Pope! His Holiness the Pope! This is terrible! This is terrible!"

Just as the maid was about to push the door open and rush in, the door swung open by itself, sending her tumbling to the floor in a clumsy fall. Raising her head, she caught sight of His Holiness the Pope looking down at her from above with an unpleased expression.

Realizing her impoliteness, the maid hurriedly scrambled to her feet.

"Lord Pope," the maid greeted respectfully after rising, performing a half-curtsy by crouching slightly, crossing her hands over her abdomen, and lowering her head to pay her respects.

"What is the matter that has you so flustered?" Qian Xunji's voice was unhurried, carrying neither joy nor anger, nor any hint of blame.

"Your Holiness, the... the Saintess is going mad! She has injured and killed many maids and guards, and she still cannot be restrained." Hearing that Qian Xunji was not assigning blame, the maid felt a slight wave of relief, but upon remembering the business she had come to report, she immediately grew nervous once more.

Bibi Dong was going mad?

Upon hearing this news, Qian Xunji felt somewhat surprised. Although Bibi Dong had indeed frequently suffered bouts of madness over the years, they had always remained within a controllable range—mostly limited to occasionally punishing, beating, or scolding maids and guards. Even when she encountered him and Xiao Xue, her madness reached its peak, yet overall she still retained a degree of sanity, or rather, she had spent all these years lingering in a state of covert forbearance.

Qian Xunji immediately released his Soul Power, probing toward Bibi Dong's residence, and indeed discovered that Bibi Dong was losing her mind. She continuously unleashed her Soul Power, the surrounding rooms already reduced to ruins, and was currently locked in a standoff with Ming Zhong Douluo.

Bound by Bibi Dong's status, Ming Zhong did not dare to truly strike back either, and could only do his best to evacuate the surrounding maids and guards while preventing Bibi Dong from suddenly fleeing.

Ming Zhong and Xiao Tian did not appear in those memories; they must be the ones who would die and be injured respectively during the expedition to subjugate Tang Hao.

Thinking silently to himself, Qian Xunji flickered and appeared directly before Ming Zhong.

"Ming Zhong, take everyone and withdraw."

As a low, profound voice rang in Ming Zhong Douluo's ears, a majestic golden figure materialized before his eyes.

Whew~ His Holiness the Pope has finally arrived. If he hadn't come, I really would have had to seal my hearing, Ming Zhong thought to himself in relief.

"Understood, Your Holiness." He immediately led the crowd in a retreat.

"Ah! Yu Xiaogang, go die! Qian Xunji! Qian Daoliu! Ning Fengzhi! Yu Yuanzhen! He Jimi! Ding Dongji!... You all go die!"

Hearing Bibi Dong shrieking the names of these people at the top of her lungs, Qian Xunji felt somewhat perplexed.

Cursing me and the old man is one thing, but why curse even Yu Xiaogang? And Tang San—was she cursing the Tang San from my awakened memories? Wasn't Tang San not even born yet? And that long string of figures following him—people I recognize and people I don't, far too many to count.

"Dong'er, stop making a fuss!" A voice carrying thick Soul Power surged toward Bibi Dong, accompanied by a trace of oppressive coercion.

Feeling the voice carrying soul power pressure, the crazed Bibi Dong paused momentarily, then charged directly at Qian Xunji in defiance of the soul power coercion.

"Qian Xunji! Go die!" At this moment, Bibi Dong looked like an evil spirit crawling up from the netherworld.

"Qian Xunji..." Kneeling with her hands braced against the ground, Bibi Dong still had not regained her sanity, continuing to curse Qian Xunji and countless others beneath the heavy soul power pressure while uttering endless intelligible and incomprehensible words.

Qian Xunji was not in a rush either; he merely stood in place, lowering his head to watch her with narrowed eyes, letting her vent while pondering what exactly had driven her mad.