How did Dongfang Jing know about events that happened ten thousand years later?
Sendou Ryu also shared the same doubts.
Dongfang Jing paused for a moment, pointed to his brow, and said, "One of the trials in my divine test showed me the future."
"The collision of the two continents directly triggered a full-scale war that lasted for nearly twenty years, completely changing the continental landscape. The Sun Moon Empire's soul tool technology was extremely advanced, and in the war, it was a complete dimensional reduction attack on the traditional soul master system of the Douluo Continent. The evil soul masters of the Holy Spirit Cult were also secretly fueling the flames. Countless sects and empires on the continent were wiped out in the war."
Qian Renxue listened carefully, involuntarily piecing together those images in her mind.
She had witnessed war, the friction between Tiandou and Xingluo, the infighting within the royal family, and the assassinations and power struggles between sects.
However, the world described by Dongfang Jing is slightly different from the war she knows.
"Soul tool..."
Qian Renxue clenched her fists instinctively.
With her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, a peerless powerhouse, protecting her, she felt from a young age that there was nothing in this world that she couldn't solve.
The worst-case scenario is that the Spirit Hall goes to war with the three upper sects, wins, unifies the continent, and that's it.
But Dongfang Jing's few words completely overturned her logic.
Qian Daoliu's feelings were also very complicated. He felt that what Dongfang Jing said was very likely true, and besides, he had no reason to lie to them.
If all of this is something that will inevitably happen in the future...
"Young friend, in that future, do you know what will become of my Spirit Hall?" Qian Daoliu asked.
As soon as the question was asked, Qian Renxue's gaze turned to Dongfang Jing.
A span of ten thousand years, a time of profound change.
Even the most powerful forces may not be able to last.
But guessing is one thing, hearing it with your own ears is another.
"No longer exists."
...
It felt as if a portion of the air inside the hall had been sucked away.
Qian Daoliu's pupils suddenly contracted, and Qian Renxue's breath caught in her throat.
How is that possible?
The Spirit Hall has a history of thousands of years, possesses the strongest military force on the continent, and holds the core power of Spirit Master certification. How could it just disappear like that?
"Was it the Sun Moon Empire? Or the Holy Spirit Cult?" Qian Daoliu asked, his voice hoarse.
Qian Renxue's eyes were also filled with anger.
"Neither. I don't know who did it, and the future I saw was only a small part of it."
Dongfang Jing did not reveal the real culprit.
Since the real culprit is already dead, there's no need for that, and besides, the topic has already gone a bit off track.
Faced with the silent Qian family grandfather and grandson, Dongfang Jing added, "I'm just saying what I saw; believe it or not is up to you."
Qian Renxue's lips moved, as if she wanted to ask something, but she didn't know where to begin.
Suddenly, Qian Renxue felt that everything Dongfang Jing wanted to do had become noble.
With such strong capabilities and backing, they could easily enjoy life without any worries.
But why would they want to establish an organization to fight against evil?
Fight against the evil spirit masters, fight against the Holy Spirit Cult.
It's not for myself, but for the entire continent.
Qian Renxue's breathing became slightly erratic.
She has seen too many people.
The elderly elders of the Spirit Hall have spent their entire lives cultivating in order to break through bottlenecks and achieve titles, thus extending their lifespan and living longer.
The princes and grandsons of the Heavenly Dou royal family fought and struggled for the dragon throne.
Even she herself, by lurking in the Heavenly Battle and enduring humiliation, was ultimately only doing it for the Qian family, for her grandfather, for the Spirit Hall, and to prove herself to the woman who had never given her a second glance.
Qian Renxue's gaze fell on Dongfang Jing's profile, her eyes slowly sliding from his brow to the golden sun mark, and then to his deep golden eyes.
For the sake of the world's light and for the sake of humanity, he actually chose to fight against evil.
Instead of using one's power to fight for power and profit, or to indulge in pleasure, like most people do?
"Splash! Splash!"
Feeling her heart begin to pound restlessly, Qian Renxue quickly lowered her eyes, staring at her interlaced fingers on the table, her fingertips curling slightly.
Qian Daoliu had been observing Dongfang Jing's changing expressions, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his granddaughter's subtle little movements.
Seemingly sensing his grandfather's probing gaze,
Qian Renxue's ears started to heat up uncontrollably.
Upon seeing this, Qian Daoliu's lips curled slightly, but he quickly withdrew them.
He subtly withdrew his gaze and focused it back on Dongfang Jing, his tone unconsciously softening.
"Hehehe, young friend, we are willing to believe everything you say, and you already know the situation on our side, so... what are your plans?"
Dongfang Jing also fell silent, lowering his eyes in thought.
Indeed, after learning more about the Spirit Hall, Dongfang Jing felt it necessary to change his subsequent actions.
He glanced at Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue noticed his gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and she turned her face away somewhat awkwardly, pursed her pink lips, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
Dongfang Jing silently compared Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong in his mind.
Although he knew neither of them well, the difference in their abilities was immediately apparent.
Bibi Dong finished playing.
"Imperial unification... I agree. Let those guys from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan live a little longer then," Dongfang Jing said.
Qian Daoliu was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, there's no rush to eliminate the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan." Dongfang Jing looked at Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue. "I think that Miss Qian Renxue, who is here, is more suitable to be the empress after the empire is unified than Bibi Dong."
Qian Renxue's body visibly stiffened.
She looked at Dongfang Jing, her eyes filled with surprise.
Receiving praise from the young man, especially in comparison to that woman Bibi Dong, made Qian Renxue extremely happy.
But she didn't get carried away by this; instead, she stated the reality: "Thank you, but don't forget, Bibi Dong is the Pope now."
Dongfang Jing nodded: "That's why I said there's no rush."
"Miss Qian, you still lack experience compared to Bibi Dong, especially in governing a country. To be a queen, strength alone is not enough."
"Therefore, you'd better take a few more years to mature," Dongfang Jing said. "Learn more at Tiandou, and it won't be too late for us to implement the plan once you've truly acquired the ability to govern a country."
Qian Daoliu listened to these words and pondered them in his heart.
From his perspective, his greatest wish was for Qian Renxue to inherit the position of angel as soon as possible and then unify the world with the power of the gods.
But Dongfang Jing's intention was to make Xiaoxue the empress?
Qian Daoliu had to re-examine his own ideas.
"Young friend, what you say makes sense," Qian Daoliu said slowly. "But you must understand that time is not plentiful for us. Once Bibi Dong begins her operation, the time we have to prepare will become increasingly limited."
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