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

Ten thousand years ago, in the core area of ​​the Starry Sky Forest.

At this time, the Starry Sky Forest still retained a more primitive and wild atmosphere.

The future angel goddess Qian Renxue is currently with her grandfather.

Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall and a peerless Douluo of level ninety-nine, is searching for a suitable spirit ring here.

She had just personally ended her mission of lurking beside Xue Qinghe.

The crown prince, named Xue Qinghe, who had nothing but her in his heart, died at her hands.

Although it was required for the mission, and for the grand ambitions of the Spirit Hall.

But deep down, a trace of indescribable confusion and guilt still lingers.

Qian Daoliu keenly noticed his granddaughter's low spirits.

He slowed his pace, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable power: "Xue'er, are you still thinking about the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace? Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles."

"Everything you have done is for the future of the Spirit Hall, to sweep away the filth of the world, and to establish a new order."

"Your path is bright and righteous."

Qian Renxue raised her head and looked at her grandfather's dignified yet kind face, and the gloom in her heart seemed to be dispelled a little.

She nodded, her cherry lips slightly parted, as if about to say something—

Suddenly, something unexpected happened!

A divine ray of light, whose color and form could not be described in words, burst forth without warning from the very core of the Star Dou Great Forest!

The light seemed to transcend the concept of speed, instantly engulfing the entire Douluo Star!

The sky, the earth, the ocean, and everything else were bathed in a strange halo at this moment.

The whole world seemed to have been muted, falling into a deathly silence.

All living beings, whether they are Soul Masters hunting Soul Beasts.

Whether it's a farmer working in the fields or an emperor handling state affairs on the throne.

They all involuntarily raised their heads and looked at the sky, which had become incredibly eerie.

A vast and boundless, dazzling river, seemingly woven from countless stars and historical paintings, covered the entire sky!

The long river reflects images of the past, and also seems to foreshadow fragments of the future.

At that moment, people seemed to witness the rise and fall of the Spirit Hall, the descent and fall of the Angel God, and the birth and great achievements of the Sea God.

I also saw some blurry, yet chilling, scenes of disaster.

"Time...the long river?!"

All living beings who witness this long river have this awe-inspiring name inexplicably surfaced in the depths of their souls.

Qian Renxue stared blankly at the sky.

In the reflection of that long river, she saw herself!

He saw himself attaining the divine position of an angel, holy and majestic.

But then a blue-haired man, wielding a golden trident, knocked him off the altar.

And then I saw... my mother, Bibi Dong, lying in a pool of blood, her eyes vacant.

"What...is that?"

Qian Renxue murmured to herself, the color draining from her exquisite face.

Qian Daoliu's expression changed drastically. He suddenly shielded his granddaughter behind him, his expression more solemn and horrified than ever before.

He sensed a power far beyond his comprehension, a power that transcended all living beings.

That is the power of time!

……

The core of the Starry Sky Forest is the Lake of Life.

Deep beneath the lake, in a palace constructed of crystal-like material.

The massive ice crystal sealing the silver dragon emitted a faint "crackling" sound.

"My lord! What is going on? Why do I sense the aura of the Dragon God?!"

Di Tian transformed into human form and rushed into the palace, his tone excited and fearful as he looked at the Silver Dragon King who was slowly opening his dragon eyes.

Gu Yuena's dazzling silver dragon eyes pierced through the lake water and the endless spatial barrier, firmly locking onto the illusory river of time in the sky.

Even she, the Silver Dragon King who had lived for countless years, was experiencing a storm of emotions.

"Someone...with unparalleled power, reversed the river of time and returned from the future...to this moment."

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Moreover, this aura...is deeply connected to me."

Amidst the ripples of the long river, she clearly sensed the destiny of the Three-Eyed Golden Ni and the incomparably pure bloodline of the Dragon God.

She even... sensed a wisp of her own power!

That deep-seated sense of familiarity, and the ensuing, overwhelming sadness and heartache that washed over her, almost made her roar out loud.

Just then, the phantom image of the River of Time surged violently.

A palm-sized, pure white butterfly swam upstream!

Its wings trembled, and though it was fleeting, it was exceptionally eye-catching.

Immediately afterwards, a dragon's roar tore through the sky!

A colossal, majestic, and sacred golden dragon phantom appeared, accompanied by butterfly shadows.

It roared to the sky, its dragon might overwhelming, before transforming into countless golden specks of light that slowly dissipated.

As the golden light faded, a figure, shrouded in a slightly dim golden dragon god armor, fell from mid-air like a meteor.

It crashed heavily onto the soft grass on the shore of the Lake of Life, stirring up a cloud of dust.

It was Su Ling who had suffered a terrifying backlash from time and space and fallen into a deep coma.

His eyes were closed, his face was deathly pale, and he was in a deep coma.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner floated silently beside him, its surface dim and its soul shadows sparse, clearly indicating that it had suffered great damage.

Another figure staggered to the ground.

It's Tang Wutong.

Her hair was disheveled, and her face was as pale as paper.

In those purple eyes, lingering fear and deep confusion intertwined and surged.

The protective divine sense left by her father, Tang San, in her sea of ​​consciousness withstood most of the backlash from time and space at the last moment, which allowed her to barely remain conscious.

"Xiao Qi! Quick! Kill him while he's at his weakest! Otherwise, the consequences will be dire!"

Tang San's anxious warning still echoed in his ears.

Tang Wutong's gaze fell on the unconscious Su Ling.

She slightly raised her slender hand, and the faint light of her soul power condensed and dispersed, dispersed and condensed again.

Kill him?

How can I eliminate this future threat to my father?

To seek justice for those innocent people who will perish in the future?

but……

But in her mind, an image of a boy leaning against a bookshelf on the top floor of the library flashed uncontrollably, his clean yet aloof profile.

He dodged his father's devastating attack, resolutely turned around, and used his thin back to shield her from the storm of destruction.

A fleeting image flashed in his eyes: the deep, unforgettable pain in his eyes when he mentioned "Qiu'er"...

Her hands began to tremble.

Soul power condensed and dissipated time and time again.

She couldn't bring herself to do it.

No matter what, she couldn't bring herself to kill the unconscious boy in front of her.

"I...I can't do it..."

She closed her eyes in anguish, tears streaming down her face.

Just as her heart was almost torn apart.

A clear, ethereal female voice, yet carrying supreme authority and a hint of indescribable, complex emotion, suddenly rang out:

Who are you?

The voice paused slightly, carrying a hint of confirmation.

"Why... does he possess such a pure aura of dragon god blood?"