Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

He made his point perfectly.

Throughout, he kept the conversation confined to the realm of "angel gods." He didn't reveal a single word about the key that Qian San actually obtained in the lower realm—the key to the "King of Goodness" in the [surface world].

The divine realm is never monolithic; there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.

If his colleagues knew that he was secretly plotting to have his descendants simultaneously control the supreme divine authority of the [surface realm], this roundtable meeting would likely turn into an attack on him alone.

"Alright, since we've decided to observe first, send people to keep a close eye on things." The Evil God-King stood up, ending the test. "Leave the matters of the lower realm to your people. Contact us immediately if there are any unusual movements."

The figures of the five god-kings slowly dissipated in front of the round table.

The great hall fell silent once more. But beneath this parallel realm of gods, on that land also called Douluo Continent, a new storm had begun to brew.

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Dozens of miles outside Xingluo City, in a dense deciduous forest.

Without warning, a gap appeared in the void, and more than a dozen figures fell from mid-air like dumplings being dropped into a pot, crashing heavily onto the muddy ground covered with withered leaves.

The dizziness caused by the closure of the spatial passage made everyone gag. Tang San was the first to regain his balance. He immediately flipped over and leaped up, his Purple Demon Eye rapidly scanning the surrounding woodland. Only after confirming that there was no potential danger did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

This is the parallel Douluo Continent that the God King spoke of. The concentration of soul power in the air seems to be more active than on their side, but there is no obvious difference in gravity and vegetation.

"Xiao Gang, Lao Zhao, you two stay here with the children and don't move around." Flander brushed the dirt off his clothes, pushed up his crystal glasses that had cracked on the bridge of his nose, and said, "I'm fast. I'll go and check the surroundings first to get a feel for the situation and determine the location."

Yu Xiaogang nodded and led the somewhat shaken students to hide behind several thick ancient trees.

Flander's wings suddenly unfurled, his Four-Eyed Cat-Owl Martial Soul activated, and he transformed into a streak of azure light, gliding silently along the edge of the treetops.

One hour later.

A slight ripple of air came from above the trees, and Flander folded his wings and landed in front of the group. He was breathing heavily, and his forehead was covered in sweat, but his eyes behind his glasses revealed an indescribable quality.

"Go in that direction, about forty or fifty miles, and you'll reach Xingluo City." Flander pointed south, his voice low. "This place really is another world."

Upon hearing the words "Star Luo City," Dai Mubai, who had been resting against a tree trunk, abruptly stood up, a glint of light in his eyes. If there was a Star Luo City here, then there must be a Star Luo Empire. He asked eagerly, "Dean! What about me? What's the situation of the Dai family's royal family in this world? Is there even a person named Dai Mubai here?"

Flanders glanced at him, his expression turning somewhat strange.

"I stopped a few passing merchants to ask around," Flander said, taking a sip of water from his flask before continuing, "The Star Luo Empire in this world has different rules for the succession to the throne than we do; both men and women can inherit. Currently, the two most fiercely competing for the throne are the eldest princess, Dai Zhuyun, and the one who showed up at the Advanced Soul Master Competition before..."

Flander paused, then uttered the name that made everyone at Shrek feel a pang of sympathy: "Dai Zhuqing."

Dai Mubai's expectant expression froze instantly, and his eyes quickly dimmed.

It turns out that there was no prince named him in this world. He had originally planned that if there were another version of himself here, he might be able to use his royal status to muddy the waters and quickly establish a foothold. Now it seems that this shortcut is not going to work.

"However, I've gathered some more interesting information." Flander ignored Dai Mubai's disappointment, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Tang San.

"In this world, the strongest force on the continent isn't called the Spirit Hall," Flander said, taking a deep breath and enunciating each word clearly, "it's called the Clear Sky Hall."

Tang San's eyes suddenly lit up. He flipped his left hand, and the dark, heavy Clear Sky Hammer instantly appeared in his palm.

"Dean, since the strongest force here is the Haotian Palace, can we use that identity to obtain some support and resources?" Tang San gripped the hammer handle, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. If they could directly establish contact with the strongest force in this world, they would have an absolute foothold here.

Flander looked at the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand, then shook his head, immediately pouring cold water on the idea: "Don't think too simply. According to those merchants, the core inherited martial soul of the Clear Sky Palace, although also called the Clear Sky Hammer, seems to be a higher-level form. Even the common people at the bottom don't know its specific name. But one thing is certain: your ordinary Clear Sky Hammer won't be presentable here, and might even attract unnecessary trouble."

The joy on Tang San's face instantly froze.

Is an ordinary Haotian Hammer not presentable?

In his world, the Clear Sky Hammer was revered as the number one weapon spirit in the world. Here, it's become a defective product?

A hint of melancholy flashed across Tang San's eyes, but having lived two lives, he quickly adjusted his mindset. In the next instant, that melancholy transformed into intense fighting spirit.

He stared at the Haotian Hammer in his palm, and the terrifying image of Qian San merging his two thousand lightsabers into one on the arena flashed through his mind.

He always felt that the gap between him and Qian San lay in the weakness of his Blue Silver Grass. Even with the added evil attribute mutation, it was still like scratching a dent in the face of absolute metal armor. But what about the Clear Sky Hammer?

If a higher-level Clear Sky Hammer truly exists in this world, it means that his martial soul has the potential to evolve in this world!

If the Blue Silver Grass, combined with its mutated evil attributes, could barely hold his own against Qian San for a few rounds, then what if he could find the opportunity to evolve the Clear Sky Hammer here, pushing the world's number one weapon spirit to an even higher level, coupled with the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques from his previous life…

"I will definitely win," Tang San vowed silently in his heart.

"We must find a way to figure out how the Clear Sky Hammer evolved in this world."

"We have too little information right now, it's like the blind men and the elephant," Yu Xiaogang's voice interrupted Tang San's thoughts. He frowned and analyzed, "But fortunately, the language, currency, and even the geographical location here are basically the same as ours. This saves us a lot of trouble."

Yu Xiaogang turned to Flander: "The most urgent thing is to find a place to stay and settle down. Xingluo City is a big city with fast information flow, so let's go into the city and stay temporarily."