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

"The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls? Bullshit, Old Deng, don't talk nonsense!"

Su Ling reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger.

Those golden eyes, which had been unfocused due to severe injuries, suddenly widened.

His pupils were filled with disbelief and grievance.

"This is the Human Emperor's Banner! A priceless treasure that saved the world! You...you're discriminating against me because of my martial spirit! I'm suing you for defamation!"

Su Ling felt very wronged.

Although he committed murder, arson, and tricked others into sacrificing themselves for him, he did nothing human and rarely spoke the truth.

But he considered himself a good person, a savior who endured humiliation and hardship.

To save the corrupt and tragic world under the rule of Tang Shenwang.

In the future, the abyss plane that will devour everything, it was still him alone, carrying the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls... no, the Banner of the Human Emperor, who shattered it.

Why can't he be the savior?

That old man is completely ungrateful.

Qian Daoliu was speechless, taken aback by his self-righteous grievance.

Looking at the boy's flushed cheeks and wide eyes, his eyes seemed to have suffered an injustice.

Qian Daoliu's doubts began to waver slightly.

Is there really something hidden?

He forcefully suppressed his unease, pointing at the souls on the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

"Alright! Let's just call it the 'Human Emperor's Banner'!"

"Are all these souls, imprisoned by you and tormented day and night by the fires of resentment, truly heinous criminals?!"

Su Ling's aggrieved expression vanished, replaced by a serious and compassionate one.

He gently stroked the flagpole, his gaze distant.

"Some are," he readily admitted, "but they are my enemies, those who obstruct my efforts to save the world, and they deserve to die."

He changed the subject, his tone becoming somber.

"But more often than not, this is not the case."

"Some of them are innocent compatriots who died tragically in future disasters. I cannot stand by and watch their souls dissipate, so I guide them into the banner and nourish them with secret methods to preserve their spirits."

He raised his head and looked intently at Qian Daoliu.

His eyes were filled with a sense of mission.

"I promised them that when I succeed, I will use my supreme divine power to rebuild their bodies and give them another life!"

"This is my promise and redemption for the departed souls, Su Ling!"

Of course, it is reasonable to temporarily borrow their soul power as fuel before reaching a bright future.

Presumably, these understanding and righteous fellow Daoists will not mind.

Qian Daoliu's brows were furrowed, and his beard trembled with anger.

He had heard similar lies far too many times.

The so-called promise of nourishing the soul and resurrection is nothing more than a vicious curse that drains the soul's power.

He almost shouted at him.

But his vast mental power scanned repeatedly, and the result remained the same.

There are no lies.

How is that possible?

"grandfather……"

Qian Renxue gently tugged at Qian Daoliu's sleeve, her voice soft and protective.

She looked into Su Ling's sincere and compassionate eyes, and saw his eyes reddening from being misunderstood.

The girl's heart softened.

"Perhaps... he really is... different from other Fallen Ones. He doesn't seem... to be lying."

Tang Wutong was filled with excitement.

Looking at Su Ling's profile, she recalled the gentle boy from Shrek Academy.

Now look at him, the one who holds the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and is known as a demon.

The stark contrast broke her heart.

Is it because of Qiu'er's death?

Was it because her father had driven her to the brink of despair?

Has he never changed, but was forced into this state?

Tang Wutong's eyes reddened as she recalled Su Ling's anger and despair when Wang Qiu'er was tricked into being sacrificed.

She stepped forward and stood beside Su Ling, looking up to meet Qian Daoliu's gaze.

Her voice was choked with emotion but clear.

"I believe him! He... he may have used extreme methods, but he has never... he has never intentionally harmed a truly innocent person!"

Su Ling turned her head and glanced at Tang Wutong with some surprise.

I never expected her to lie so easily without batting an eye.

But then he realized that Tang Wutong's words weren't entirely wrong.

After all, by his standards, the Soul Master elites of Shrek Academy who exploited the common people and monopolized the class, as well as the corrupt nobles of the three great empires, were not exactly innocent.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, setting aside the idea of ​​a savior for the time being.

He looked sharply at Su Ling.

"You just said that Tang San will have two godhoods in the future? The Sea God and the Asura God? And Bibi Dong... died at his hands?"

Su Ling nodded and said calmly.

"The position of the Sea God is inherited from the Sea God Island. The position of the Asura is the power of the law enforcement god in the divine realm."

"Pope Bibi Dong's position as a Rakshasa was countered by the power of the Asura God, ultimately... leading to her tragic end."

Qian Renxue's delicate body trembled violently.

Despite the complex emotions, hearing about Bibi Dong's tragic end brought forth a surge of sorrow and anger.

She looked at Su Ling anxiously.

"Then...what about me? What will my ultimate fate be?"

Su Ling looked at the panic in her eyes, sneered inwardly, and showed reluctance and regret on her face.

He slowly shook his head, his voice low and cruel.

"Your ultimate fate... is just as I just said."

"His divine position was shattered, and his angelic martial soul was damaged, making him unable to ever reach the divine level again."

"In order to continue the bloodline of angels, you finally... chose a kind and gentle elder to live out your remaining years in seclusion in the mountains."

In reality, Qian Renxue eventually lived a solitary life in seclusion, dying alone.

But in order to provoke her emotions, Su Ling deliberately made the ending sound even worse.

"What?!" Qian Renxue was struck dumb, staggering backward, her face drained of all color.

Her divine position was shattered, she could never become a god again, and she was forced to submit to an old man.

This is worse than killing her.

She is the young master of the Spirit Hall and the inheritor of the Angel God. How could she have fallen to this state?

Humiliation and despair overwhelmed her; she trembled with anger and glared fiercely at Su Ling.

"impossible!"

Qian Daoliu's expression changed drastically; he could not accept his granddaughter's tragic end.

He suddenly looked at Tang Wutong and asked sharply.

"Girl! You're from the future! Tell me, is what he said true?!"

Have you ever seen an Angelic Martial Soul? Do you know its fate?!

Tang Wutong shrank back in fright at Qian Daoliu's violent aura, but under Su Ling's gaze, she nodded with a stiff upper lip.

The sound was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet it was like a death knell.

"I...I did see a few words about the Angelic Martial Soul in future records..."

"It's said... that it has... declined. That's what the textbooks say."

"It's declined...that's what it says in the textbooks..."

These words, though seemingly casual, crushed Qian Daoliu.

His tall, upright body swayed suddenly, his energy and spirit instantly drained away.

The color drained from his face, turning ashen.

The sharpness in his eyes had faded, leaving only emptiness and deathly stillness.

The destruction of the Spirit Hall and the tragic end of his beloved granddaughter left him staggering, barely able to stand.

"Grandpa!" Qian Renxue exclaimed and quickly stepped forward to support him.

Seeing her grandfather's sudden aging, the tears she had been holding back finally burst forth.

She buried her face in Qian Daoliu's trembling back, and suppressed, desperate sobs came from her, her shoulders shaking violently.