Year XXX7
The fall of the Tang Sect was swift and absolute.What had once been a rising force on the continent was reduced to nothing after the death of Ma Hongjun and the other elite forces. The wandering members were hunted down relentlessly, leaving behind no knowledge of hidden weapons.
The name "Tang Sect" will gradually fade away from the surface of the continent, surviving only in whispers and cautionary tales.
Seeing that the situation had completely collapsed, Tang Hao chose to disappear into hiding. He understood continuing open resistance would be futile. His withdrawal left the three Elders from Spirit Hall with no clear target, forcing them into a prolonged and fruitless search.
In the aftermath, another event shook the upper echelons of the continent.
Order Douluo issued a challenge to Sword Douluo. The battle was short, decisive, and brutal. When it ended, Sword Douluo had lost both his hands.
For a man whose entire life revolved around the sword, such an outcome was worse than death. He fell into deep seclusion, and rumors spread that he had lost the will to live.
At the same time, Bone Douluo vanished without a trace. Whether he had fallen in battle or retreated into hiding, no one could say with certainty.
As for Ning Fengzhi—on that very day, his hair turned completely white.
Some claimed he could not withstand the collapse of the two pillars that had supported his clan for decades. Others whispered that he had lost his sanity, that he could be seen clawing at his own head as if trying to tear something out from within.
Whatever the truth, one fact was undeniable. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had fallen to its lowest point in history.
Its influence, once spread across the entire continent, began to fracture and its old enemies—started to move.
For many, this was not a tragedy, it was an opportunity.
Various forces began to encroach upon the clan's former holdings which was spread across the continent, carving away at its wealth and influence piece by piece. Without a stable leadership capable of retaliation, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan could only watch as its power was divided among others.
Only the region surrounding Heaven Dou City remained relatively intact, protected by the clan's remaining core strength..
The four lower sects were among the first to act. Seizing the moment, they expanded rapidly, absorbing fragments of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's influence within their respective territories. Their rise further reshaped the balance of power across the continent.
By the end of the year, a new equilibrium had begun to form on the Douluo Continent.
When Tang San finally returned from Slaughter City, the world he stepped into felt completely unfamiliar.
The continent had changed. The balance of power, the forces he once knew, even the names that carried weight—everything seemed to have shifted while he was gone.
At first, he could not understand what had happened.
The news of Tang Sect's destruction struck him like a thunderbolt. For a moment, his mind went blank, unable to process it. But soon after, an overwhelming surge of anger rose from within him. The killing intent he had cultivated in Slaughter City had not yet settled, and now, fueled by rage, it erupted uncontrollably.
He lost control. Several unfortunate individuals crossed his path at the wrong time, and before Tang San could restrain himself, they fell under his wrath. Blood stained his hands once more, and only then did he gradually regain clarity.
Breathing heavily, he forced himself to calm down. Suppressing the violent urges within him, Tang San made his way toward the hidden Blue Silver Forest—and found Tang Hao.
Father and son met in silence before Tang Hao slowly recounted everything that had transpired over the past few years. From the rise and fall of the Tang Sect.
The more Tang San listened, the colder his expression became. By the end of it, his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.
He vowed that he would destroy Spirit Hall.
The killing intent around him surged once again, sharper and more dangerous than before.
Tang Hao noticed it immediately and calmed him down
Under Tang Hao's insistence, Tang San temporarily set aside his original plan of heading to the Star Dou Forest to meet Xiao Wu. He went to a place where he could refine his mind which was the Moon Pavilion.
With the help of his aunt, Tang Yuehua he will restrain the killing intent within him and regain control over himself. Without that control, all his killing power would be nothing more than a double-edged blade.
Thus, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Tang San set out toward the Moon Pavilion—
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Year XXX8
In the Divine Realm, the long-delayed trial of Eros God was finally underway. While the gods debated punishment, the mortal world below continued to shift, moving steadily toward another turning point.
On the Douluo Continent, change was already in motion.
During his time at the Moon Pavilion, Tang San gradually calmed the violent killing intent within him. Under Tang Yuehua's guidance, his temperament became more restrained, and his thoughts clearer.
For the first time since leaving Slaughter City, he was able to reflect properly on everything that had happened. This world… was no longer the same as the one in his memories.