Douluo Continent: A Distorted Time and Space, Taking Tang Wutong to Fight Tang San

Douluo Continent, Shrek City.

The city walls, which once symbolized human glory and resilience, have now largely collapsed.

Corpses, broken weapons, and rubble piled up like mountains beneath the ruins of the city walls.

What's even more chilling is the oppressive sense of despair emanating from the very center of the battlefield.

The boy was dressed in a black robe, which was now torn in many places, with dried and blackened bloodstains scattered everywhere.

But this disheveled state did not diminish its imposing presence at all; on the contrary, it added a touch of murderous aura, as if it had stepped out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

He held in his hand a long banner that was over ten feet tall.

The flagpole was dark black, its material unknown, and it felt cold to the touch.

Upon closer inspection, countless tormented, twisted, and howling souls tumbled and collided within, emanating overwhelming resentment and chilling aura.

Su Ling, the new leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.

A person who, through ruthless and terrifying means, unified all the forces of evil spirit masters in a very short time.

This also sparked a war that swept across the entire continent.

This dragged the three great empires and Shrek Academy into the abyss of war.

"Our Lord is mighty! The crushing of Shrek Academy and the unification of the continent are just around the corner!"

A fanatical voice rang out behind Su Ling, breaking the oppressive silence.

The speaker was Zhongli Wu, the vice leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Su Ling did not turn around, nor did she make the slightest movement.

He simply let out a faint "hmm" from his throat.

Some of the Shrek Academy students who had miraculously survived were secretly peeking at him through the gaps in the brickwork.

His eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

"Is it...is it him? Su Ling, the one who used to read on the top floor of the library?"

A student whose face was covered in ash trembled, almost crying.

"How could this be... He even guided me in practical training... How could this be...?"

Another student covered his mouth tightly, but could not hide the horror in his eyes.

The boy they remembered was completely different from the demon wielding the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls before them.

How could... how could it have turned out like this?

Is it because of that rumor?

Because his girlfriend, Wang Qiu'er, sacrificed herself for Huo Yuhao?

That's why he turned from love to hate and completely fell into the demonic path.

Just then, a heartbroken voice came from the shattered square in the distance:

"Su Ling! Turn back! I know Qiu'er's situation has caused you a lot of pain, and I'm so sorry... I couldn't protect her..."

Huo Yuhao was covered in blood, and his azure eyes were bloodshot.

His gaze towards Su Ling held anger, sadness, and perhaps a trace of guilt.

However, Su Ling didn't even lift an eyelid in the face of this advice.

Pain? Love turned to hate?

ridiculous!

How could he possibly have such feelings?

Wang Qiu'er's sacrifice was merely a prelude.

It awakened his sealed memories.

He remembered that he was not a person of this world.

In his previous life, he traveled to the Douluo Continent III world ten thousand years later, where his parents died in the Abyss Plane introduced by Tang San.

He awakened the twin martial souls, Time Butterfly and Myriad Soul Banner!

Through the ability to be reborn from death.

He once extracted Tang Wulin's bloodline, seized the position of God of Destruction, and even intercepted the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena...

However, he faced a host of powerful enemies, including Tang San, Tang Hao, and the Abyss Saint.

He ultimately made a fatal mistake, causing that foolish dragon to sacrifice itself for him.

At the last moment, he activated the power of the Time Butterfly, but unexpectedly traveled back ten thousand years.

He was revered as a holy son by the Holy Spirit Cult because of his second martial soul, the Myriad Soul Banner.

However, traversing through it can lead to serious long-term consequences.

It caused him to lose most of his memories.

Until his girlfriend Wang Qiu'er was tricked by Tang San and had to sacrifice herself to Huo Yuhao.

That unforgettable despair suddenly shattered the shackles of memory!

Now, the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls is damaged, and the Butterfly of Time is on the verge of breaking.

The only way to quickly repair them and gain the resources to contend with the gods.

It is to start this war, using the souls of countless powerful beings and living beings as fuel!

Just as Su Ling was sorting through her chaotic memories...

A scorching aura approached from afar.

Step, step, step.

A fiery red figure slowly approached.

Wherever she went, even the air distorted due to the intense heat.

Ma Xiaotao, a saintess of the Holy Spirit Cult, wore a red dress that fluttered in the wind as her soul power surged.

The phoenix feathers fluttering in her hair shimmered with a dazzling light.

In her hand, she was dragging a figure tightly bound by crimson-gold chains.

"Let me go! I'm not Dong'er, nor Qiu'er! My name is Tang Wutong!"

"Su Ling, what exactly do you want?"

"So many people have died, and you're still not satisfied? How long are you going to go on this madness?!"

Tang Wutong roared angrily at Su Ling.

Her stunningly beautiful face was now deathly pale.

Her once bright, light blue eyes were now brimming with tears of fear.

She tried to struggle, but the chains' restrictive effect sealed her soul power tightly.

Looking at Su Ling's back, which was always gazing into the distance, Ma Xiaotao felt a surge of irritation and displeasure.

With a flick of her arm, she slammed Tang Wutong heavily onto the ground at Su Ling's feet, raising a cloud of dust.

"Su Ling, I've brought you the person you wanted."

Ma Xiaotao's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible jealousy.

"However, you must understand that I am the saint of our religion. I am your future wife."

She emphasized this, her sharp gaze sweeping over the disheveled Tang Wutong on the ground.

Su Ling finally withdrew her gaze from the distance.

He slowly turned around, squatted down, and his gaze met that of Tang Wutong, who was slumped on the ground with tears in her eyes.

Long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles gently lifted Tang Wutong's tear-stained chin.

This action caused Tang Wutong to tremble violently, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

She felt the bone-chilling cold emanating from Su Ling's fingertips.

It was a fear that transcended death.

Su Ling scrutinized her face, which resembled Wang Qiu'er's.

The voice was deep and cold, without a single inflection:

"You are not her... Your soul is mixed and hypocritical."

"But I can sense that deep within your soul, there are fragments that belong to her..."

"Although faint, it does exist."

He paused, then tightened his fingertips slightly.

The icy chill caused goosebumps to rise on Tang Wutong's skin.

"If only... you could dissect your soul, peel it apart carefully, and find the fragments..."

"She might come back."

"Ugh—!!!"

Tang Wutong's pupils were instantly filled with boundless fear!

Dismantling the soul?!

What a vicious and insane idea!

She shook her head frantically, her beautiful hair sticking messily to her face.

His body trembled violently from extreme fear.

"Master, this..."

Zhongli Wu, who was standing to the side, was terrified and couldn't help but take half a step forward.

He vaguely sensed that Su Ling's current state was somewhat abnormal.

The madness hidden beneath that calm was more unsettling than any of his previous killings.

Ma Xiaotao also frowned deeply.

She had never seen Su Ling show such a paranoid and even manic side.