Dugu Bo leafed through the other incomplete volumes and found only one passage mentioning him: "Poison Douluo Dugu Bo vanished without a trace after the battle at Jialing Pass. His whereabouts remain unknown."
Beyond that, there were no further records of him.
"In this world, I helped wipe out four hundred thousand enemy troops, and the historians recorded me as a butcher and executioner?"
It reminded him of something Little Monster had said: history was written by the victors. Yet in this world's history, he had been on the winning side, and this was how they had recorded him.
He did not expect to be molded into a nearly flawless figure like Tang San: leader of the Shrek Seven Devils, founding ancestor of the Tang Sect, Sea God, guardian of the continent's balance, and so on.
But neither should he have been portrayed the same way as the defeated Spirit Hall. Had he not known what things were like when Spirit Hall still existed, he might have believed it.
Even though he had held grudges against Spirit Hall back then, reading this made him want to say a few fair words on its behalf.
After a little thought, Dugu Bo understood. To preserve his perfect image, that Tang San had used him, then cut him off from the side of "justice."
"What a hypocrite."
He also felt a little sorry for this world's "Dugu Bo," who had actually encountered such a vile man.
He brushed the dust off his hands, turned, and walked out of the Library Pavilion.
The elder was still standing at the entrance. Seeing him emerge, he approached with a polite greeting. "Did you find anything, sir?"
"A little, though your sect's records aren't all that complete."
The elder nodded slightly. "After ten thousand years, few records