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

The situation remained deadlocked.

Su Ling felt extremely uneasy.

Could I really be that unlucky?

Having just been reborn and in terrible condition, I've just run into the ultimate boss?

Am I doomed?

He had just refined a portion of the power of destiny; his luck should be even better than that of the protagonist of the Destiny!

Neither of them spoke first.

As the leader of the evil soul masters, Su Ling instinctively rejected Qian Daoliu's light attribute.

The key to success lies in weighing the pros and cons.

"Old Deng, who are you? Where is this?"

Tang Wutong broke the silence.

Ignoring the tense atmosphere, she snapped, her spoiled brat temper flaring up, and shouted.

The word "Lao Deng" was something Su Ling had taught her before.

Thinking of those vague memories belonging to "Wang Qiu'er" and "Su Ling", she felt a pang of bitterness and grievance.

How come I, who am clearly the original, have become the "imposter" that needs to be stripped away?

At this moment, the light around Qian Renxue subsided, and her soul ring completely merged into her body.

She slowly opened her eyes, and her pupils contracted when her gaze swept over the evil aura emanating from Su Ling!

She instinctively gripped the phantom of the angelic sword, her stunningly beautiful face filled with vigilance.

"Grandpa, who are they?"

She stood up and stood beside Qian Daoliu, asking in a low voice, her eyes never leaving Su Ling.

"They... fell from the river of time in the sky."

Qian Daoliu briefly described his gaze as sharp as a knife, staring directly at Su Ling.

"Boy, what is your purpose in traveling back through time? If you cannot explain yourself clearly, I, Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, will not let you leave today!"

"You are Qian Daoliu..." Su Ling was stunned for a moment, as if she had just realized it.

He immediately adjusted his expression and breathing.

The cult leader's deeply ingrained instinct for deception instantly kicked in.

He wore a gentle, harmless smile.

Combined with his youthful and handsome face, and the subtle affinity brought by the power of destiny.

If it weren't for the bloody resentment that couldn't be completely concealed, he would truly resemble an innocent young man.

"Great Master, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! We're all on the same side!"

His tone carried just the right amount of enthusiasm and the emotion of encountering "family".

"One of our own?" Qian Daoliu sneered, his aura of light blazing brightly. "A fallen one dares to call himself one of our own in the Spirit Hall?"

"Alas, Your Excellency is mistaken."

Su Ling remained unfazed and continued his fabrication, his expression somber, "This junior, Su Ling, comes from the future. My Holy Spirit Cult, in its very essence, originated from the remnants of the Spirit Hall after its destruction!"

With a slight thought, he carefully manipulated the Myriad Souls Banner, releasing a faint yet pure and chilling aura of the Rakshasa god.

This aura originated from the remnant soul of Bibi Dong, who had been devoured by him and had become the spirit of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

After all, Bibi Dong did have connections with the Holy Spirit Cult.

Back then, he had just arrived in the Douluo Continent II era.

Because the Martial Soul Banner was discovered by the Holy Spirit Cult, he was revered as a holy son.

But the fundamental reason is that the higher-ups of the Holy Spirit Cult valued his aptitude and wanted to use him as the perfect vessel for Bibi Dong's remnant soul to possess and be reborn.

Unfortunately, they overlooked one thing.

Su Ling's soul essence is that of a powerful being who has experienced ten thousand years of blood and fire, fought against the Abyss Saint King, and even briefly borne the position of the God of Destruction. How could Bibi Dong's remnant soul possibly shake it?

The final result was that the ambitious remnant soul of the pope was "invited" into the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls as a "guest" and "entrusted with an important task".

Day and night, they helped him share the suffering of the evil thoughts in the world and the backlash from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"Bibi Dong's aura?!" Qian Daoliu's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with shock.

He was very familiar with Bibi Dongtai.

This is indeed the cold and evil divine power of the Rakshasa god. Although it is weak, its purity and essence are even stronger!

This made him believe it to some extent.

"You're Bibi Dong's successor? You said the Spirit Hall was destroyed? What exactly happened?"

Qian Daoliu's attitude softened slightly, but his imposing manner remained, and he became even more vigilant.

He knew perfectly well what kind of person Bibi Dong was. How much better could her successor be?

Tang Wutong stood to the side, dumbfounded.

My inner monologue: Didn't I study history? The core principles of the Spirit Hall are maintaining order, supporting civilians, and eliminating the corrupt!

You, Su Ling, are the leader of evil spirit masters, a ruthless killer who instigated wars. What does that have to do with the Spirit Hall?

They're even derived from the remnants of the Spirit Hall? They're our own people, you idiot!

But she wasn't stupid; she knew that if she revealed the truth now, the two of them would immediately face the wrath of a level 99 peerless Douluo.

Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly stepped forward, affectionately taking Su Ling's arm. A naive smile spread across her face as she said to Qian Daoliu:

"Yes, Grandpa! We came back from the future specifically to help the Spirit Hall and prevent its future annihilation!"

This action made Su Ling stiffen, but she didn't push him away.

Qianrenxue frowned.

The girl who spoke radiated a pure and noble aura of light, which contrasted sharply with the wicked boy she was holding hands with.

What surprised her even more was that the light emanating from the girl caused a subtle resonance and sense of closeness to the angelic martial soul within her.

Could it be that this girl has some connection to me?

Could it even be their own descendants?

Qian Daoliu was stunned by the word "Grandpa".

He subconsciously scrutinized Tang Wutong.

The more I looked, the more surprised and suspicious I became.

The girl's expression and her clear, bright eyes bore a striking resemblance to Qian Renxue!

This sudden realization left him with mixed feelings.

His originally sharp aura had weakened somewhat, and his eyes now held a scrutinizing gaze with a subtle gentleness.

Su Ling felt the soft warmth on her arm and was completely unmoved by Tang Wutong's feigned intimacy.

Although according to some unofficial historical accounts, Tang Wutong may be the daughter of Qian Renxue and Tang San...

But unofficial history is just that—unofficial history—and shouldn't be taken as fact.

"Little girl, tell me," Qian Daoliu's voice was deep and oppressive.

"How exactly did the Spirit Hall come to be destroyed? And by whom?"

The Spirit Hall, the faith and foundation he protected throughout his life, will be destroyed in the future?

This is like having a piece of flesh cut out of his heart.

He needs to know who the enemy is.

Upon hearing this, Tang Wutong parted her lips slightly, but no sound came out.

Could she possibly say that it was her father who destroyed the Spirit Hall?

She subconsciously looked at Su Ling, her eyes filled with a hint of pleading.

Su Ling received her gaze, but her face remained indifferent.

He gently brushed away Tang Wutong's hand, which was gripping his clothes nervously, and stepped forward to shield the girl's somewhat slender figure behind him.

This subtle movement sent a shiver down Tang Wutong's spine.

Was he protecting her, or did he simply not want her to cause trouble?

"To be honest, Great Elder," Su Ling said calmly, "we come from ten thousand years in the future."

"In the near future, a great demon will be born."

"He is a hypocrite, utterly deceitful, and adept at portraying himself as the embodiment of justice, while in reality he is utterly wicked and treats all living beings as mere pawns..."

Tang Wutong's face darkened instantly.

She couldn't help but reach out and pinch Su Ling's soft waist hard.

"That's enough, Su Ling!"