Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

"Holy Spirit Cult! Stop!"

Then he looked at Tang Ya and said urgently:

"Xiaoya, you must stop them! This is the only foundation our Tang Clan has left. If it's destroyed..."

"They are the ones I brought."

Tang Ya's voice was completely flat, as calm as a stagnant pool of water, without even a ripple.

"I came here this time to destroy the Tang Clan."

"Your Tang Clan."

Beibei smiled incredulously, then shook her head repeatedly, trying to read something in Tang Ya's eyes. But in those familiar dark blue pupils, there was only an unfamiliar calm.

"I don't believe it... I don't believe it..." Beibei murmured, her voice growing softer and softer.

Tang Ya raised her hand. Sacred Blue Silver Grass flew out from her sleeve, like pale golden pythons, lifting the Tang Clan's plaque from the ruins high into the air, then twisting it violently. Golden fragments and pieces of wood scattered everywhere, the two gilded characters of Tang Clan shattered in the twisting motion, and Mu En's signature, along with the plaque, was rolled into a twisted mass of scrap metal before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Why?" Beibei leaned against the wall and sat down, as if all her strength had left her.

"Xiaoya, weren't you always determined to revive the Tang Clan? You talked about the Tang Clan every day, saying it was the most precious legacy your parents left you, and that you were determined to restore the Tang Clan to its glory of ten thousand years ago. Xuanzu even specially sent me to your side to help you, to protect you, and to help you, to help you, to rebuild the Tang Clan together. Why has it turned out like this? Is it all because of Kong Tianxu?"

His voice gradually took on a self-pitying tone.

"Senior Sister, and you too, what is it about him that makes you all abandon everything to follow him? I may not be worth your lingering affection, but the Tang Sect... are you actually going to destroy the Tang Sect today?! That's the millennia-old foundation established by Tang San's ancestor, the foundation your parents built for—"

"Shut up! Don't mention Mom and Dad in front of me!"

Tang Ya spoke angrily, and finally a hint of emotion appeared in her voice.

She threw the book, which she was clutching in a terrible state, in front of Beibei:

"Tang Clan! Tang Clan! Do you even know what the Tang Clan they once defended is? Do you really think the Tang Clan of today is the same glorious Tang Clan of ten thousand years ago? Look at what your ancestor Tang San did!"

Beibei hesitantly turned to the first page of the book.

"I'm glad someone saw my message. Passing the test of the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb proves you're qualified to read this book. This book was written by Tang San, the ancestor of the Tang Clan, and records the differences between various immortal and poisonous herbs. It also contains some lost methods of using poison from the Tang Clan. After learning them, please leave the book behind and use its abilities with caution."

Upon seeing this, Bei Bei was shocked! He never expected that this book, which Tang Ya had somehow obtained, would actually contain the Tang Clan's lost methods of using poison.

He quickly turned to the second page.

"Greetings, kindred spirit. I am Tang San, the founder of the Tang Sect."

Tang San, the ancestor of the Tang Clan?

Beibei's fingers began to tremble. He frantically turned the pages, the pages swirling rapidly between his fingertips, making a rustling sound.

Mysterious Heavenly Treasure Record, One Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons, Medicine Chapter, Poison Chapter, Bodhi Blood, Guanyin Tears, Life and Death Cloud Refining Island, Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye...

The more Beibei read, the more violently his body trembled. As the person in the world with the most profound knowledge of the Tang Clan's unique skills, he could fully appreciate the immense value of the contents recorded in this book.

To put it bluntly, if the contents of this book had been passed down, even if the Tang Sect was impacted by the Sun Moon Empire's soul tools, how could it have suffered such a devastating blow, ultimately leading to its annihilation and decline?

Ancestor Tang San, Ancestor Tang San, you created the Tang Sect with your own hands, so why did you hide the most important part of the Tang Sect elsewhere? What have the Tang Sect disciples who have struggled to support it in later generations done wrong?

Beibei's excitement reached its peak when she saw the five large characters "Qiankun Wenqing Valley" and the related introduction.

At this moment, what echoed before him were the faces of countless comrades:

Jiang Nannan, Wang Dong'er, Zhou Sichen, Cao Jinxuan, Lan Susu, Lan Luoluo... and myself.

If Tang San's ancestors had passed down this book, would they have been spared from this trouble?

If Tang San's ancestor had passed down this book, would he no longer have to rely on being with Xiao Tao Hong to cover up some of his hidden ailments?

If Tang San's ancestor passed down this book, then he and Xiao Ya...

Thoughts are like knives, churning fiercely in my heart.

"Now, do you still want to hold onto the Tang Clan?"

Tang Ya's voice came from above, as cold as frost.

"Tang Clan, hahaha, Tang Clan! Mom and Dad, do you see this? This is the Tang Clan for which you gave your lives! Xiaoya will never follow your old path again!"

Her voice grew higher and higher, shriller and screech, until it finally turned into an almost hysterical scream.

"burn!"

At her command, the Holy Spirit followers did not hesitate any longer.

Flames ignited.

Orange flames rose from the ruins, licking at the remaining wooden beams and fragments of plaques. Thick smoke billowed upwards, drawing twisted black trails across the night sky. Tongues of fire danced in the air, like some ancient sacrificial dance, both joyful and cruel.

Tang Ya watched as everything gradually burned before her, the firelight reflecting in her dark blue eyes, turning them a scorching crimson.

She walked away, her expression a mixture of crying and laughing, without glancing once more at the figure huddled in the corner.

Beibei knelt in the ruins, looking at the scroll that Tang Ya had discarded. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and picked it up—he didn't know what it was made of, and although it had been burned for quite some time, it still retained most of its contents, only the edges were slightly curled and it emitted a burnt smell.

He tucked the scroll into his robes and stood up. He returned to the inner courtyard of the Tang Clan with Xiao Taohong. They passed through the chaotic central courtyard, circled around several still-burning pillars, and came to a seemingly ordinary bluestone slab. He then forcefully lifted the slab, revealing a dark hole underneath.

After passing through the long corridor, the lights ahead soon came on.

It was a spacious underground chamber, with several luminous pearls embedded in the walls, emitting a soft glow. A large group of people were gathered inside.

Old Master Song, Xu Sanshi, Xiao Xiao, and a large group of surviving disciples from the Tang Clan and Shrek Academy were all anxiously waiting for Bei Bei's arrival.

Seeing Beibei's distraught state, Old Song asked first, "What's wrong, Beibei? What's the situation outside? Has the Holy Spirit Cult discovered us?"

Beibei shook her head.

The others visibly breathed a sigh of relief, their shoulders slumped, and the tension on their faces eased slightly.

"Good!" Xu Sanshi slammed his fist down, his face still bearing traces of blood from last night's battle, but his eyes gleamed with an almost manic light. "Then there's no time to lose! Let us, the last remaining resistance, hurry and leave the city through this secret passage! Let them surrender if they want! As long as we live, the flame of Shrek Academy will still burn! Elder Song, let's hurry to Heaven Dou City. Once we get there, we can start anew."

Beibei nodded.

The group began to set off along the secret passage, and the chaotic and hurried footsteps echoed through the passage, striking Beibei's heart like drumbeats.

Despite being on the run, he showed no signs of his usual dejection; instead, his spirits gradually lifted.

As they approached the exit, everyone filed out, but just as the gate closed, Beibei did not enter with the others.

His figure grew narrower and narrower through the slowly closing stone door, finally disappearing from sight the moment it closed completely. All that remained was the echo of his voice, coming from the other side of the door:

"I'm sorry, everyone."

Beibei's eyes gleamed with an indescribable light in the darkness. He tightened his grip on the fragment of the Xuan Tian Bao Lu in his arms. The hard texture of the book pressed against his chest through his clothes, yet it also gave him an inexplicable sense of security.

He retraced his steps, passed through the long passageway, pushed aside the stone slabs under the artificial hill, and returned to the ground. In the flames that gradually consumed everything in the Tang Clan, he strode towards the direction Tang Ya had left in.

Xiaoya, wait for me!

……

Tang Ya walked dejectedly down the streets of Shrek City.

The followers of the Holy Spirit Cult had completed their mission and quietly withdrew, leaving her alone to wander aimlessly in this strange yet familiar city.

Ever since Kong Tianxu handed her the Tang Clan manual obtained from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, she felt her long-held beliefs collapse, leaving only a burning anger to sustain her. After burning down the Tang Clan, that anger disappeared, leaving only an empty desolation.

The Tang Clan, the place she had always longed for as her final resting place since her parents' death, turned out to be nothing more than a laughable illusion. But now, she didn't even have that illusion anymore.

After burning brightly for so many years, Tang Ya suddenly became a dreamless person, almost drowning in this boundless freedom.

She had no direction, no goal, nothing to grasp, only the boundless void enveloping her.

What else... let me grasp at something...?

Suddenly, a faint golden warmth spread through her chest, as if a small ball of light was slowly blooming in her heart.

This is... the seed of faith that Kong Tianxu planted back then?

Tang Ya's eyes lit up immediately.

Yes, yes! She also has faith.

The person who gave her a new life in her most desperate moment, the person who planted this seed for her in the darkness, is still here.

Supported by this sudden burst of power, Tang Ya followed the guidance of the Seed of Faith, traversing the dilapidated streets without hindrance, until she arrived at the entrance of the Sea God Pavilion, a place she would never have dared to dream of before.

She pushed open the door.

OOXX!!!

……

"Tang Ya is in the Holy Emperor's room."

After standing in front of the Sea God Pavilion for a long time, Beibei finally got the answer.

Unlike the immersive experience he had in the illusion last time, he didn't even see a single scene or hear a single sound, yet he was left feeling lost and heartbroken.

Stepping out of the Sea God Pavilion, Beibei realized that the sky outside was already beginning to brighten, and it was snowing lightly. He looked up at the snow-covered sky and felt that the world was both white and ancient.

Chapter 394 Returning People, Returning Hearts, City of Heavenly Conquest

A few snowflakes drifted onto his hair, and the coolness that spread through them slightly revived Beibei's scattered instincts. Not far from Poseidon Island, shouts and the sound of heavy objects being moved caught his attention.

A listless gaze swept over and saw a group of inner court students dressed in red school uniforms. Following the guidance of several people in white robes, they placed luggage-like items into a huge light membrane. Occasionally, some of them would take off their red school uniforms, which represented one of Shrek Academy's highest honors, and put on a simple white outfit.

Beibei knows them.

The Holy Spirit Cult recruited a group of young people to volunteer in the restoration of order and reconstruction of Shrek City, doing practical work as volunteers. That light-like membrane is actually the legendary bionic flight soul tool, capable of providing the citizens with a large amount of survival supplies.

It also served as a means of transportation for Shrek Academy's teachers and students to transfer to the Sun Moon Empire.

Beibei still remembered that when Elder Song came to the Tang Clan last night, he indignantly denounced the teachers and students who had surrendered to the Sun Moon Empire. Everyone echoed him, expressing their contempt for those "surrenderists" with the most vehement words.

But why is it that after those who claimed to have inherited the Shrek spirit fled in panic, it was these so-called spineless cowards who cleaned up the mess?

After standing there for a while, Beibei silently looked up and saw a faint green peek out from a window inside the Sea God Pavilion amidst the gradually thickening, deathly white covering its surface.

It was a vibrant, trembling, tender green, almost dripping with life.

Beibei suddenly felt that she had gained some strength.

He strode up to the group of fully armed Holy Spirit disciples, clutched the scriptures to his chest, and exhaled a breath of hot air:

"Count me in. Also, how can I join the Holy Spirit Cult?"

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