Douluo Continent: After Ten Thousand Years of Silence, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 140 Haotian Sect? Just a down-on-its-luck little sect! Tang Chen shed tears: Number one in the world? Heh.
Haotian Sect.

Originally, Tang Chen's defeat by Wei Tianchen had caused widespread panic.
The elders and disciples who believed that the Haotian Sect might face annihilation were now excitedly shouting it out.

The once deathly silent hall instantly erupted in commotion.

"Tang Chen! It's Grandfather! Grandfather is still alive!"

"Grandfather was ninth!"

"The Asura Demon Sword, what a magnificent Asura Demon Sword!"
Although I don't know how my grandfather's martial spirit evolved from the Clear Sky Hammer into the Asura Demon Sword, it is essentially the Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit of my Clear Sky Sect.

This is a blessing from heaven!

Tang Xiao suddenly stood up from the sect leader's throne.

So excited was he that even the table in front of him was shattered by the soul power he unintentionally released.

Tang Xiao stared intently at the Asura Demon Sword in the sky, radiating overwhelming killing intent. His tiger-like eyes were filled with tears, and his voice trembled, yet was filled with wild joy:

"I knew it!
My grandfather was just one step away from becoming a god.

Ninth place... Ninth place among the top ten martial souls of the two continents!
What an honor this is!

"The Asura Demon Sword... even if it's only ninth place, the rewards from the Heavenly Curtain will certainly be substantial, and my Haotian Sect will rise again!"

Beside him, Tang Hao, who had been depressed and drowning his sorrows in alcohol all day long because his cultivation had plummeted due to the loss of his arm, was also present.

At this moment, it was as if they had been given a shot of adrenaline.

Tang Hao's dull and lifeless eyes suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly fervent light.

His originally hunched body miraculously straightened up a bit.

Inside the Coffin of Burial, Wei Yuan learned through the celestial canopy that the next step was to review Tang Chen's past, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"The original work doesn't mention it, or only mentions it briefly, about the Haotian Sect before Tang Chen?"

Tang Chen made many contributions to the Haotian Sect, helping it become the number one sect in the world.

Wei Yuan also had some recollection of this.

Above the sky, the image that was originally frozen on the attribute panel of the Asura Demon Sword suddenly changed.

It's like a long-sealed history book being slowly turned by an invisible hand.

The originally clear and sharp high-definition image is now covered with a yellowish filter that gives it a sense of age.

It was a desolation and profoundness unique to the old era.

The voice-over is no longer the emotionless, mechanical broadcast of before, but has become deep and resonant, as if an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes is softly recounting an immortal legend:

A hundred years ago, on the Douluo Continent, the winds of change were still unsettled.

At that time, the Spirit Hall was at its zenith, its angelic glory illuminating the earth, and no sect in the world dared to disobey it.

Meanwhile, in a remote corner of the northwestern continent, there exists a small, unknown sect called "Haotian," living a secluded and obscure existence...

The scene shifts and freezes on a chilly morning.

It was a somewhat dilapidated courtyard, with weeds growing in the cracks of the bluestone slabs, and the surrounding walls were mottled and dilapidated, exuding a sense of desolation.

In the center of the courtyard stood a group of children dressed simply, even somewhat shabby, lining up to wait for the annual Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.

At the end of the line stood a thin boy with a ramrod straight back.

He looked no more than six years old, with dark skin and features that had not yet fully developed, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, as if they held two flames that would never go out.

This is Tang Chen as a child!
"Next up, Tang Chen."

The middle-aged man in charge of the awakening sounded weary, clearly not holding much hope for this declining little sect. Little Tang Chen took a deep breath, strode forward, and placed his small, tender hand into the awakening array.

Om-!
In an instant, the previously dim magic array shone brightly!
An extremely heavy aura burst forth from that frail body, causing the surrounding air to vibrate with an unbearable roar.

Immediately afterwards, a small, jet-black hammer without any fancy patterns slowly appeared in his palm.

Although the hammer looked unremarkable, the moment it appeared, the middle-aged man in charge of awakening changed his expression instantly, and the crystal ball in his hand shone brightly!

"Innate...full soul power?!"

The middle-aged man gasped in disbelief, his voice trembling with shock.

In the video, Tang Chen, looking at the hammer in his hand, did not cheer like the other children, but instead gripped the handle tightly.

On that youthful face, a resolute determination and ambition appeared that were far beyond his years.

The narration from the sky began at just the right moment, carrying a stirring and inspiring power:

In this year, a legend was born.

[He wielded the Clear Sky Hammer, and with his mortal body, unleashed the first roar against an era shrouded in the shadow of the Spirit Hall.]

Then, the scene began to move at a faster pace, like a fast-forwarded movie that gets your blood pumping.

The audience saw the thin boy sweating profusely under the waterfall, each swing of the hammer accompanied by the cracking of bones and the tearing of muscles, but he never stopped.

The boy grew into a young man.

He left that dilapidated little mountain village, alone with his hammer, and stepped into the treacherous world of Soul Masters.

Faced with the suppression from the Spirit Hall and the exclusion from other sects, he did not back down or compromise.

"The Haotian Sect cannot be humiliated!"

In the scene, the young man Tang Chen is covered in blood, with the bones of countless powerful figures beneath his feet, and the Haotian Hammer in his hand is already stained red with blood.

He roared to the sky, and the way he swung his hammer seemed to change the very color of heaven and earth.

The once unknown Haotian Sect, under his leadership, rose step by step from the mud.

From a second-rate sect ignored by others, whose strongest members were only Soul Saints and Soul Douluos, to rising to fame, and then to becoming a behemoth that even the Spirit Hall had to take seriously.

The final shot focuses on the summit of a towering mountain.

Tang Chen, now middle-aged, stood proudly on the clouds, clad in a black robe and wielding a massive Haotian Hammer.

Opposite him was Qian Daoliu, equally young and ambitious, with the aura of a six-winged angel emerging from his back.

The two faced off, and under the influence of their energies, the wind and clouds changed color, and thunder roared.

At that moment, Tang Chen exuded unparalleled domineering power, his gaze sweeping over the world as if declaring to it:
With Haotian emerging, who can rival him!

From this moment on, the Haotian Sect ascended to become the number one sect in the world, and Tang Chen's name resounded throughout the universe, revered by all as—Invincible on Land!

Outside the City of Slaughter, inside a small tavern.

Tang Chen, clad in a tattered black robe, with a withered face yet unable to conceal his domineering presence,
Holding a murky Bloody Mary, I stared blankly at the sky, looking at my former, spirited self.
Looking at that young man who once vowed to lead the Haotian Sect to its peak out of pride.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and a single, murky tear silently slid down, dripping into his wine glass.

It stirred up a tiny, insignificant ripple.

"Hehe...the number one sect under heaven..."

Tang Chen managed a self-deprecating laugh from his hoarse throat.

(End of this chapter)