The system that Spirit Hall had established for commoners gradually vanished.
Yet few remembered it.History was written by the victors and the victors had no reason to praise their enemies.
Qian Renxue silently watched everything unfold.
Years passed, her once beautiful golden hair slowly turned silver.
The world continued moving forward. New generations were born. Old legends faded.
Everything Spirit Hall had built was buried beneath the sands of history.
Only an old woman quietly observing a world that had forgotten her.
At the very end, the aged Qian Renxue slowly closed her eyes.
But it seemed fate had a different whim. Because Qian Renxue had once touched the realm of gods, her soul carried a trace of divinity. Though she had lost her godhood and all her power, that fragment of divinity prevented her soul from completely dissipating.
Thus, she remained as a wandering soul that drifted through the world, unable to interfere and unable to leave.
At first, this Qian Renxue still held onto hope.
She believed that even without Spirit Hall, the continent would continue moving toward a better future. After all, the wars had ended, and Tang San had become the hero celebrated by the entire continent.
Yet reality proved far crueler than she had imagined.
She watched as evil soul masters gradually emerged from the shadows.
Without Spirit Hall's systematic suppression, many hidden organizations began to grow unchecked. Villages disappeared overnight. Entire regions lived under the constant fear of powerful evil soul masters.
Blood stained the continent once again.
What pained Qian Renxue even more was what happened to the descendants of the Angel lineage.
Many Angel Soul Masters inherited the ideals of protecting ordinary people. Whenever they discovered traces of evil soul masters, they would attempt to eliminate them.
However, those who dared to act were often hunted down.
The stronger evil soul masters viewed Angel Soul Masters as mortal enemies. One by one, the remaining inheritors of the Angel bloodline disappeared from history.
Sometimes Qian Renxue wondered whether it was merely coincidence.
Yet as she watched generation after generation of Angel Soul Masters suffer misfortune, she began to feel as if an invisible hand was deliberately erasing their existence.
It was as though the world itself no longer welcomed angels.
Time continued to flow. The once-unified Heaven Dou Empire eventually fractured.
The vast empire split apart, giving birth to the Heaven Soul Empire and the Dou Ling Empire.
Qian Renxue watched silently. She was merely a spectator witnessing the changes of history.
Years turned into centuries. Centuries turned into millennia.
Then came another great upheaval. The Sun and Moon Continent finally collided with the Douluo Continent.
War erupted across the land and countless people died.
Soul tools advanced at a terrifying pace, forever changing the methods of warfare.
Shrek Academy combined the strength of Three Kingdoms of Douluo continent to fight against the Sun and Moon Empire.
As the years passed, her emotions gradually dulled.The grief she once felt became numbness.
The hatred she once carried faded into indifference.
After all, ten thousand years was simply too long.
She watched the rise and fall of countless geniuses. She watched heroes become legends and legends become forgotten names.
Eventually, ten thousand years passed. Then she sensed something unusual.
A new Child of Destiny had been born.
The attention of the plane itself seemed to gather around a single individual.
His name was Huo Yuhao.
Qian Renxue watched his entire life unfold.
She watched him struggle through hardship and rise step by step through determination and perseverance.
At first, she believed he might become someone capable of changing the continent.
Someone capable of breaking free from the established order.
But as the years passed, disappointment slowly filled her heart.
She watched Huo Yuhao become entangled with the Tang family.
She watched invisible influences guide his choices.
She watched his path gradually deviate from the promises he once made.
The young man who had sworn before his mother's grave to make the Dai family pay eventually abandoned that vow.
The hatred that had once burned so fiercely within him gradually disappeared.
In the end, he even changed his name from Huo Yuhao...to Dai Yuhao.
The weakening Plane Will struggled desperately as the years passed.
However, its resistance ultimately proved futile.
With Tang San's assistance, Tang Hao eventually replaced the original Plane Will and became the new Plane Lord of Douluo.
At the same time, Ah Yin became the Life Core of the plane.
From that day onward, the fate of the continent changed completely. The world belonged to its new rulers.
Now becoming a Titled Douluo did not grant additional life and a life span of a Ultimate Douluo was only a little more than 300. This was because both Tang Hao and Ah Yin had started to harvest the strong souls for their nourishment.
Qian Renxue watched everything unfold from beginning to end.
Another ten thousand years passed.
Qian Renxue watched with increasingly cold eyes as civilization continued to advance. Cities grew into megacities. Soul technology reached heights that ancient soul masters could never have imagined. Humanity spread farther and farther across the stars.
Yet one thing never truly changed.
Evil soul masters still existed.
Not only did they exist, but they continued to appear generation after generation, like weeds that could never be completely uprooted.
To ordinary people, this seemed natural. Every age had its darkness. Every society produced villains.
But Qian Renxue had witnessed forty thousand years of history.
In the era of Spirit Hall, evil soul masters had once been pushed to the brink of extinction. Entire organizations had been hunted down. Vast regions of the continent had become safe for ordinary civilians.
Yet after Spirit Hall's destruction, no matter how much society advanced, no matter how powerful technology became, evil soul masters always survived.
It was as though an invisible hand continuously preserved them.
Qian Renxue already knew whose hand that was.