Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, grants me the power to bring the dead back to

Chapter 503 Extra: Bibi Dong, have you ever regretted it?

Wuhun City.

This place is no longer the city that was absolutely ruled by the Spirit Hall.

After the establishment of the Douluo Federation.

The Spirit Hall still exists.

However, it has gradually transformed from a massive organization that controlled a large number of Soul Masters and could even influence national wars into a public organization responsible for Soul Awakening, Soul Master Registration, Temple Management, and some Soul Master Education.

The main hall still exists.

The Temple of Angels still stands.

The Papal Palace, which once symbolized the Pope's supreme authority, has now become a history museum.

this day.

A golden light silently descended upon Wuhun City.

Qian Renxue walked alone on the street.

No divine equipment.

There are no angel wings.

There were no attendants at all.

Ordinary people on the street wouldn't even recognize her.

She hasn't been back for many years.

From becoming a god.

A great war in the realm of gods.

Then came Tang San's demise.

The Douluo Federation was established.

She later married Tang Chuan.

Her life seemed to suddenly enter another phase.

Many things I was unwilling to face in the past.

It also gradually became less sharp over time.

Before we knew it.

Qian Renxue arrived at the site of the former Papal Palace.

The young staff member guarding the gate stepped forward.

"Miss."

"This place is open as usual today."

Would you like a guided tour?

Qian Renxue shook her head.

"No."

"I've been here before."

The young man laughed and said, "Then you must not have been here for many years."

"Many new historical exhibits have been added in recent years."

"Especially the materials from the time of the former Pope Bibidon."

Upon hearing this name...

Qian Renxue paused for a moment.

"Bibi Dong————"

The staff did not notice anything unusual about her.

He continued, "Yes."

"She is a highly controversial figure in mainland Chinese history."

"Some people believe that she unified the Soul Master organization and played a role in cultivating ordinary Soul Masters."

"Some people also believe that she launched a war later on, causing a large number of casualties."

"The opinions about her in the federal historical community are quite complex now."

Qian Renxue remained silent for a moment.

"Complex————"

"That's normal."

She stepped inside.

The familiar lobby.

Familiar steps.

However, the papal throne at the very top has been surrounded by a transparent soul-guided barrier.

There was also an introduction written next to it.

"The papal seat once used by Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall."

Qian Renxue stood there.

Looked for a long time.

But my memories slowly drifted back to my childhood.

She knew that since she was a child.

Bibi Dong doesn't like herself.

You could even say that...

I hate myself.

Every time we meet.

There was no tenderness in those eyes that a mother should have when looking at her daughter.

Only coldness.

alienation.

There was even an occasional hatred that she couldn't understand when she was a child.

Later, when I grew up...

She gradually came to understand the reason.

I understand.

That doesn't mean it can be forgiven.

Just then.

A voice came from behind.

"What are you doing standing here?"

Qian Renxue did not turn around.

"Why are you here?"

Tang Chuan walked to her side.

"Rui'er said you suddenly descended to the mortal realm alone."

"Let me come and take a look."

Qian Renxue glanced at him.

"Are you afraid I might do something rash?"

"That's not the case."

Tang Chuan casually said, "If you were really so desperate, you wouldn't have waited until now."

Qian Renxue gave him a disgruntled look.

But they didn't kick him out.

The two of them looked at the papal throne together.

for a long time.

Qian Renxue suddenly asked, "Tang Chuan."

Do you think she has ever regretted it?

"Who?"

Bibi Dong.

Tang Chuan did not answer immediately.

Qian Renxue continued, "You regret giving birth to me."

"I regret putting all my hatred on myself."

"or----"

"I regret the things I did later."

Tang Chuan looked at her.

Do you want her to regret it?

Qian Renxue was taken aback.

this problem.

She had never seriously thought about it before.

Is there hope?

Perhaps there is hope.

Because if Bibi Dong regrets it.

At least it can be proven.

She once truly considered herself a daughter.

But what if you don't regret it?

Those were my expectations.

Wouldn't that seem utterly ridiculous?

Qian Renxue gently shook her head.

"I have no idea."

Tang Chuan said calmly, "Then don't try to come up with answers for the dead."

"Does she regret it?"

"Nothing can be changed now."

"You are alive."

"She's dead."

"The one who truly needs to continue living is you."

Qian Renxue remained silent.

Tang Chuan took a few steps forward.

We came to an exhibit.

That was a religious crown.

Next to it are some of Bibi Dong's personal information.

Qian Renxue suddenly smiled.

"You..."

"Even comforting people sounds so awful."

"But it's useful."

Tang Chuan turned around.

"That's fine then."

Qian Renxue walked to his side.

After a while.

She suddenly said, "Actually, when I was little..."

I envy others.

"I envy children from ordinary families."

Their mothers would cook for them.

"I worry about whether they are cold."

"I will hug them when they are injured."

"And I have everything."

"His identity as the young master of the Spirit Hall."

"Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul".

"Grandpa's doting love."

"But I don't have a mother."

Tang Chuan listened quietly.

"later."

Qian Renxue said with a self-deprecating laugh, "I even thought about it."

"Is it simply a matter of being good enough?"

"She will accept me one day."

There was no result.

"Even with higher soul power."

"No matter how well the task is completed."

"The way she looks at me is still the same."

Speaking of it.

She suddenly stopped.

Then.

He smiled with relief.

"never mind."

"It's all in the past."

Tang Chuan nodded.

"Um."

The two left the Papal Palace.

I had just reached the door.

A five- or six-year-old girl was being led by her mother past.

The little girl was holding the candy she had just bought.

Suddenly I looked up.

"Mother."

"You eat."

The woman smiled, lowered her head, and took a small bite.

"Is it sweet?"

"sweet!"

The mother and daughter slowly walked away.

Qian Renxue stood still.

I glanced at it for a few seconds.

then.

She naturally took Tang Chuan's arm.

"Let's return to the realm of the gods."

"Finished watching?"

"Um."

"Will you come again next time?"

Qian Renxue thought for a moment.

"Maybe."

"But it won't be about finding answers anymore."

Sunlight fell on her long golden hair.

The past has not disappeared.

It just means that she will no longer be able to control her future.

Extra Chapter: Ye Lingling eventually became a doctor in the Douluo Federation.

Central Hospital.

early morning.

The emergency room was still brightly lit.

One after another, figures hurried through the corridor.

There are Soul Masters.

There are also ordinary people.

There are also some soul beasts that have already been able to take human form and adapt to human life.

Hospitals today are different from those of the past.

The healing-type martial souls and soul-guided medical techniques of Soul Masters have formed a complete system.

Nine-hearted Begonia.

It remains one of the top martial souls in the field of healing.

Outside the operating room.

A middle-aged man paced back and forth anxiously.

His son had just been admitted due to an accident involving a soul guide vehicle.

The injuries were extremely severe.

Ordinary healing soul masters are almost helpless.

Just when he was about to break down.

Footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.

A woman dressed in a white robe walked over.

She still looks very young.

She has a cool and aloof demeanor.

He only had a very ordinary ID tag on his chest.

Ye Lingling.

Chief Physician.

The man grasped at it like it was his last straw.

"Dr. Ye!"

Please!

"Save my son!"

Ye Lingling nodded gently.

"I'll try."

no promises.

There were no miraculous promises.

She went straight into the operating room.

The door was closed.

next moment.

The nine-heart begonia is in bloom.

Soft light illuminated the entire room.

A few hours later.

It was already daylight.

Ye Lingling walked out of the operating room.

The man immediately rushed forward.

"How is it?"

"It's saved."

"However, the injury to his right leg was too severe."

"It will take some time to recover."

The man's eyes immediately reddened.

"Thanks!"

"thank you!"

He even wanted to kneel down.

Ye Lingling reached out to support him.

"Need not."

"This is my job."

The man didn't know what to say.

He just kept thanking me.

Ye Lingling watched this scene.

Suddenly, I remembered many years ago.

At that time.

Healing-type Soul Masters are few in number.

There are even fewer truly powerful healing-type Soul Masters.

If an ordinary person is seriously injured.

Many times, we can only leave it to fate.

Even Soul Masters.

They may not even be able to get a high-level healing soul master to help them.

Because of the treatment itself.

It was a precious resource in that era.

Identity.

money.

status.

All of these factors determine whether a person is eligible for treatment.

But things are different now.

Central Hospital regulations.

First aid should begin by assessing the extent of the injury.

Ignoring identity.

The Title Douluo has arrived.

If the injury is minor.

They still lined up.

If an ordinary person without soul power is on the verge of death...

They can also receive the best treatment first.

This rule.

It was Tang Chuan who forced the decision in the beginning.

Many Soul Masters opposed it at the time.

Some people even questioned it.

"Why are we Soul Masters treated the same as ordinary people?"

Tang Chuan only gave one answer.

"Because when I was lying in the hospital bed."

"Everyone will die."

later.

No one dared to question it anymore.

"Still not off work?"

A voice suddenly came from the side.

Ye Lingling looked up.

Tang Chuan was sitting on a bench in the corridor at some point.

She was also carrying two breakfasts in her hand.

"Why are you here?"

"Just passing by."

Ye Lingling rolled her eyes at him.

She had heard this phrase countless times.

The divine realm is far from the central hospital.

How can someone just pass by like this?

Tang Chuan handed her breakfast.

"Have something to eat."

Ye Lingling took it.

Sit down next to me.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

After a while.

Tang Chuan asked, "Have you ever thought about becoming a god?"

Ye Lingling stopped taking a bite of her breakfast.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"You are qualified."

"The rules of the divine realm are different now than before."

"With the power of the Nine-Heart Begonia."

"It's not difficult to attain a divine position related to life or healing."

Ye Lingling thought for a moment.

Shake head.

"No rush."

Why?

"We are still short of doctors here."

Tang Chuan: "————"

The reason was so simple that he didn't even know how to refute it.

Ye Lingling looked at the busy corridor ahead.

"I used to think..."

"To become the strongest healing-type Soul Master."

"That should be my goal."

"I met you later."

"Get to know Dugu Yan."

"After going through so much."

"I just realized."

"How strong is its healing ability?"

"Actually, that's not the most important thing."

"The important thing is..."

"Those who truly need treatment."

"Will I be able to get treatment?"

She smiled gently.

"The realm of gods is not lacking in gods."

"There is a shortage of doctors here."

"Then I'll stay here for now."

Tang Chuan glanced at her.

Aren't you afraid of getting old?

Ye Lingling retorted, "Can you let me die of old age?"

Tang Chuan thought for a moment.

"It seems not."

"That'll do."

Ye Lingling lowered her head and continued eating her breakfast.

"When the day comes that this place really doesn't need me anymore."

"I'm going to the realm of the gods again."

"When the time comes, you can arrange an easy position for me."

Tang Chuan nodded.

"Can."

"Do not approve documents."

"Do not deal with prayers either."

"——.——"

"It's best to work only two hours a day."

Tang Chuan remained expressionless.

"You should stay in the human world."

Ye Lingling finally laughed out loud.

outside the window.

The morning light gradually rises.

New footsteps echoed down the corridor.

"Director Ye!"

"A critically injured patient has been brought in from the emergency room!"

Ye Lingling immediately stood up.

She stuffed the remaining half of the bun into Tang Chuan's hand.

"Hold this for me."

Then he turned around and left.

Tang Chuan sat on a bench.

She was holding her half-eaten breakfast in her hand.

Watching Ye Lingling disappear hurriedly down the corridor.

He suddenly smiled.

Some people become gods.

It's so that we can stand higher.

Some people cannot become gods.

Yet they are equally worthy of respect.

Extra Chapter: Dugu Yan, your grandfather has caused trouble in the God Realm again.

Evil Temple.

this day.

Dugu Yan has just arrived from Douluo Continent.

Just got to the door.

Then they saw two priests standing there furtively.

The two men saw her.

His eyes lit up instantly.

"Miss Dugu!"

"You've finally arrived!"

Dugu Yan frowned.

"What's wrong?"

The two priests exchanged a glance.

Finally, one of them whispered, "Evil God King—"

"Something's happened again."

Dugu Yan's eyes twitched.

What did my grandfather do?

The priest swallowed hard.

"He poisoned half of the divine medicine garden to death."

Dugu Yan: "————"

She was silent for three seconds.

"How was it poisoned?"

"The Evil God King recently said..."

"Ordinary divine herbs have no special characteristics."

"Prepare to cultivate a batch of poisonous divine herbs capable of absorbing evil divine power."

"Then----"

"and then?"

"Then the toxic fog spread."

"The three medicinal gardens next to the Temple of Life have all turned yellow."

Dugu Yan closed her eyes.

Take a deep breath.

"Does Gu Yuena know?"

The two priests nodded simultaneously.

"Know."

Where are they?

"They're fighting inside."

boom!!

The voice just fell.

A loud bang came from inside the evil temple.

Followed by.

A figure flew out from the roof.

The lone wild goose raises its head.

Very familiar with it.

It was Dugu Bo.

boom!

Dugu Bo smashed a large crater in the ground.

next second.

Gu Yuena walked out of the temple.

His face was icy cold.

"Dugu Bo".

"If you don't restore the herb garden of the Temple of Life today..."

"This matter is not over."

Dugu Bo climbed out of the pit.

"I already said it was an accident!"

"How could I possibly know that the toxicity of those poisonous herbs would increase hundreds of times after they became gods?"

"You didn't know and you still dared to plant it?"

"Doing an experiment requires testing, doesn't it?"

"You're going to test it on my medicinal herb garden?"

"The poisonous fog just drifted over by itself!"

Dugu Yan stood to the side.

The veins on his forehead had started throbbing.

"grandfather."

A familiar voice rang out.

Dugu Bo's body stiffened.

Slowly turn your head.

"Yan Yan?"

Dugu Yan smiled.

"What are you doing?"

"It's nothing."

Dugu Bo immediately put his hands behind his back.

"Let's discuss the herbs with Gu Yuena."

Gu Yuena coldly said, "He poisoned 3,762 of my divine herbs."

Dugu Bo immediately retorted, "There aren't that many!"

"Three thousand seven hundred and sixty-two."

"Did you count them?"

"Every plant in the Temple of Life is within my perception."

Dugu Bo: "————"

Dugu Yan rubbed her forehead.

"grandfather."

"You haven't had enough of causing trouble in the Yin-Yang Well of the human world."

"Going to the realm of gods again to cause trouble?"

Dugu Bo was immediately unconvinced.

What does "making a fuss" mean?

"I'm doing this for research!"

"The path of poison is also the path of greatness!"

Dugu Yan completely rejected his theory.

"pay."

"I have no money."

"You are the King of Gods."

"Even the God King doesn't have a divine currency."

Dugu Yan looked at Gu Yuena.

"What should we do then?"

Gu Yuena had clearly thought it through long ago.

"The Temple of Life is short of a herb garden manager."

Dugu Bo's expression changed instantly.

"What do you want to do?"

"Three thousand seven hundred and sixty-two divine herbs."

Gu Yuena said calmly, "When will it be re-cultivated?"

When will it end?

"I am the Evil God King!"

"So what?"

"You want me to farm for you?"

"Don't you enjoy studying herbs?"

Dugu Bo opened his mouth.

I was surprised to find myself speechless.

Not far away.

Tang Chuan and Di Tian arrived at some point.

Di Tian tried his best to keep his expressionless face.

His shoulders were visibly shaking.

Tang Chuan was even more direct.

"It suits you quite well."

Dugu Bo suddenly turned his head.

"Tang Chuan!"

"Was it your idea?"

"no."

"I don't believe it!"

Tang Chuan was quite calm.

"But if I handle it."

"I will sentence them to 5,000 plants."

Dugu Bo: "————"

"roll!"

At last.

A wondrous sight appeared in the realm of the gods.

The mighty evil god-king.

I carry a water bottle every morning.

Squatting in the herb garden of the Temple of Life, planting herbs.

A priest passed by.

They would all bow respectfully.

"Evil God King."

Dugu Bo's face was ashen.

"What are you looking at?"

"Never seen a god-king farming?"

Over time.

Nobody dared to watch anymore.

Only when Dugu Yan occasionally ascends to the realm of gods.

I will bring a pot of wine.

The grandfather and grandson sat beside the medicinal herb garden.

Dugu Bo was drinking.

He cursed, "That woman Gu Yuena has no humanity at all."

Dugu Yan rolled her eyes.

"You poisoned more than three thousand medicinal herbs."

"And you're blaming them?"

"Accident!"

"Okay, okay, okay."

"Accident."

Dugu Yan poured him a cup.

Dugu Bo took a sip.

Suddenly, he looked at the medicinal herb field that he had personally replanted.

The cursing gradually subsided.

in fact.

It doesn't seem that bad.

Side story: Another innate level one Blue Silver Grass in the southern part of Douluo Continent.

A very inconspicuous little town.

Tang Chuan was just passing by today.

A mere passing by.

He did not use his divine sense.

It did not alarm local officials.

He was just walking alone on the street.

I'm going to buy some local specialties to take back to the divine realm.

When passing by a junior soul master academy.

Suddenly, a quarrel broke out inside.

"I won't drop out of school!"

A boy had a very loud voice.

"I will definitely become a Soul Master!"

Followed by.

A middle-aged teacher said helplessly, "Lin Qing."

"The teacher doesn't look down on you."

"Your innate soul power is only level one."

"The martial soul is the most common Blue Silver Grass."

"The college has limited resources."

"You are already twelve years old."

"His soul power is only level nine."

"There's really no point in staying."

Tang Chuan stopped in his tracks.

Blue Silver Grass.

First-class innate.

Level 9 at age 12.

It's so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

He walked into the college.

A corner of the playground.

A boy in somewhat tattered clothes clenched his fists tightly.

In the palm of your hand.

It was a slender blue silver grass.

Several classmates stood in the distance.

Some people sympathize with her.

Some people were whispering among themselves.

"Twelve years old and not even at level ten."

"There's really no need to practice anymore."

"Blue Silver Grass doesn't have much fighting power."

"The Asura God is also Blue Silver Grass."

"You really think you're some kind of demon god?"

The boy's face flushed red.

But there was no rebuttal.

Because of these words.

He's heard it too many times already.

The middle-aged teacher sighed.

"Your academic performance is excellent."

"What if you switch to soul guidance theory or plant research?"

There is still a way out in the future.

The boy gritted his teeth.

"But I want to be a Soul Master."

Why?

"because----"

He hesitated for a moment.

"My father used to be a Soul Master in the Federal Guard."

"He died in a soul beast uprising."

"I want to become stronger."

The teacher remained silent.

But in the end, he still said, "Ideas and reality are not the same thing."

"talent----"

"Sometimes it really does determine a lot of things."

Just then.

Suddenly someone spoke up.

"That statement is correct."

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

There stood a young man who looked to be in his early twenties.

Nobody knows him.

It was Tang Chuan.

The middle-aged teacher frowned.

Who are you?

"Just passing by."

Tang Chuan looked at the boy.

"Level one innate soul power?"

The boy nodded.

"Um."

"Blue Silver Grass?"

"Um."

"Twelve years old, level nine?"

The boy lowered his voice a little.

"Yes."

Tang Chuan nodded.

"It's really bad."

Several students around couldn't help but laugh.

The boy's face flushed red instantly.

Tang Chuan continued, "So?"

The young man was stunned.

"What do you mean, 'so'?"

"Lack of talent."

"Cultivation is slow."

"So you're giving up?"

The boy was stunned.

"I----"

Tang Chuan walked up to him.

"I'm asking you."

Why are you only at level nine at twelve?

"Slow cultivation?"

"Still slacking off?"

The boy immediately replied, "I didn't slack off!"

"Every day, besides eating, sleeping, and attending classes..."

"I've been meditating!"

"That's fine then."

Tang Chuan said calmly, "It's just a little slower."

"What does it matter?"

The teacher next to him couldn't help but say, "But a twelve-year-old is still below level ten."

"It will be very difficult to reach the Soul Master level in the future."

Tang Chuan countered, "Isn't a Soul Master a Soul Venerable?"

The teacher was taken aback.

"Of course."

"Then why must one be awarded the title of Title Douluo to be considered successful?"

Everyone quieted down.

Tang Chuan looked at the boy.

"You want to become a Battle Soul Master."

"Can."

"But you need to think this through first."

"It's because you genuinely love fighting."

"It's still because my father died that I've become obsessed with becoming stronger."

The boy remained silent.

this problem.

No one ever asked him.

Tang Chuan continued, "In addition..."

"The fact that Blue Silver Grass is weak does not mean it cannot fight."

He extended his right hand.

Palm.

A very ordinary blue silver grass appeared.

The boy's eyes widened.

"Are you also a Blue Silver Grass?"

"Um."

"How much innate soul power do you have?"

Tang Chuan's lips curled up slightly.

Level 1.

The boy looked up instantly.

"real?"

"real."

The middle-aged teacher's expression gradually changed.

because.

A terrible name.

It suddenly popped into his mind.

Blue Silver Grass.

First-class innate.

And this person's appearance—

It seems to resemble the portrait in history textbooks.

His voice began to tremble.

"You—you could be—"

Tang Chuan glanced at him.

He shook his head gently.

The teacher understood instantly.

He swallowed the rest of his sentence.

Tang Chuan looked at the boy again.

"Release your Blue Silver Grass."

The boy did as instructed.

Tang Chuan observed for a moment.

"The resilience is average."

"Normal vitality."

"The speed of soul power transmission is not bad."

The boy was somewhat disappointed.

"So you're still weak?"

"When did I say I was weak?"

Tang Chuan picked up a small pebble from the ground.

"Wrap it with blue silver grass."

The boy did as instructed.

"and then?"

"Throw it out."

The young man was stunned.

"what?"

"Swing it."

He had no choice but to do as he was told.

Blue Silver Grass suddenly swung its hand.

The pebble flew out.

Snapped.

It crashed into the wall five meters away.

The force was very small.

Several students laughed again.

Tang Chuan asked, "What if all the soul power is concentrated in the final moment of the throw?"

The boy tried it.

the second time.

Snapped!

It's noticeably louder.

"What if the Blue Silver Grass grew another three meters?"

the third time.

Snapped!

The pebble struck and left a shallow mark.

The boy's eyes began to light up.

Tang Chuan then asked, "What if it wasn't a stone that was thrown?"

"Or perhaps a throwing knife?"

The boy's breathing gradually became rapid.

"If Blue Silver Grass wasn't a single one."

"But ten?"

"What if ten Blue Silver Grasses were thrown as projectiles simultaneously from different directions?"

"If it can penetrate the ground."

"Feeling footsteps vibrating?"

"If you control it precisely enough."

"What if we let blades of grass sneak into the enemy's shoes, cuffs, or even the gaps in their armor?"

The entire playground.

It's getting quieter and quieter.

Tang Chuan concluded by saying, "Don't keep thinking about it."

"How do others use their martial souls?"

"Let's take a look first."

"What exactly can your martial spirit do?"

The boy stared blankly at his palm.

It felt like I was truly getting to know this blue silver grass that had been with me for six years for the first time.

for a long time.

He suddenly looked up.

"senior!"

"Can you take me as your apprentice?"

Tang Chuan answered very decisively.

"cannot."

The boy's expression immediately fell.

Why?

"I'm very busy."

"and."

Tang Chuan pointed to his chest.

"My own path."

"Go by yourself."

"At most, others will tell you that there is a way."

"I can't go in your place."

Done.

Tang Chuan turned and left.

The boy hurriedly took two steps to catch up.

"senior!"

"What's your name?"

Tang Chuan didn't stop walking.

He just waved his hand.

"A person with the same innate soul power level one."

The boy stood still.

I watched his figure disappear.

next to.

The middle-aged teacher was completely shocked.

The boy couldn't help but ask, "Teacher?"

Do you know him?

The teacher remained silent for a moment.

He glanced at the boy.

Suddenly he laughed.

"Go back and flip through the first volume of 'The Modern History of the Douluo Federation'."

"Page 1"

"You'll find out soon enough."

That evening.

A scream suddenly came from the college dormitory.

Holy crap!!!

Almost everyone in the dormitory was awakened by the fright.

Many years later.

Another very strange Soul Master has appeared on the mainland.

There is no top-tier martial spirit.

There is no divine lineage.

Even for their entire lives.

None of them managed to become a Title Douluo.

His highest rank.

Only level 87.

However, he created a complete low-soul power combat system specifically designed for ordinary plant-based martial souls.

This has enabled countless ordinary Soul Masters who were previously deemed "worth no training" to become Soul Masters.

For the first time, I found a path that truly suited me.

The first page of his book.

It only had one sentence written on it.

"I have never seen my teacher a second time in my life."

"He never acknowledged that I was his student."

He only told me this when I was twelve.

"Weak martial spirit".

"This does not mean that one must admit defeat."

Many years later.

Tang Chuan accidentally saw this book in the realm of gods.

I flipped through a few pages.

He just smiled in the end.

Xiao Ruier asked, "Do you know the author?"

"I've met him once."

"Did you teach him?"

"Not really."

Tang Chuan closed the book.

Looking at the old man with gray hair on the cover.

He said softly, "He forged his own path."

"That's for the best."