Chapter 140 Haotian Sect? Just a down-on-its-luck little sect!
Tang Chen shed tears: Number one in the world? Heh.
Haotian Sect. The elders and disciples who were originally panicked because Tang Chen was defeated by Wei Tianchen, and who thought that Haotian Sect might face annihilation, now shouted excitedly.
The once silent hall instantly boiled over.
"Tang Chen! It's Grandfather! Grandfather is still alive!"
"Grandfather is ninth!"
"Asura Demon Sword, what a fine Asura Demon Sword! Although I don't know how Grandfather's martial soul evolved from Haotian Hammer into Asura Demon Sword, it is essentially still the Haotian Hammer martial soul of my Haotian Sect. This is a blessing from heaven!"
Tang Xiao suddenly stood up from the sect master's throne.
Because he was too excited, even the table in front of him was shattered by the soul power that Tang Xiao unintentionally released.
Tang Xiao stared intently at the Asura Demon Sword on the sky, radiating overwhelming killing intent. His tiger-like eyes were filled with tears, and his voice trembled with wild joy:
"I knew it! Grandfather was just one step away from breaking through to godhood. Ninth place... Ninth place among the top ten peak martial souls of the two continents! What an honor!"
"The Asura Demon Sword... Even if it's only ninth place, the rewards from the sky will definitely be substantial. My Haotian Sect will rise again!"
Beside him, Tang Hao, who had been listless and drowning his sorrows in alcohol due to his severed arm and plummeting cultivation, suddenly seemed to have been given a shot of adrenaline.
Tang Hao's cloudy, lifeless eyes suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly fervent light.
His previously hunched body miraculously straightened a bit.
Meanwhile, inside the Burial Coffin, Wei Yuan learned through the sky screen that the next step was to review Tang Chen's past, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"The original work didn't mention, or only mentioned briefly, the Haotian Sect before Tang Chen?"
Tang Chen made significant contributions to the Clear Sky Sect, helping it become the number one sect in the world.
Wei Yuan also had some recollection of this.
Above the screen, the image that had been frozen on the Asura Demon Sword's attribute panel suddenly changed.
It was as if an invisible hand was slowly turning the pages of a long-sealed history book.
The originally clear and sharp high-definition image was now covered with a yellowish filter, full of the texture of time.
It was a desolation and weight unique to the old era.
The voice-over was no longer the emotionless, mechanical broadcast, but became deep and resonant, as if an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes was softly recounting an immortal legend:
[A hundred years ago, on the Douluo Continent, the winds of change were still unsettled.]
[At that time, the Spirit Hall was at its zenith, the glory of angels shone upon the earth, and no sect in the world dared to disobey.]
[But in a corner of the northwest of the continent, there was a small sect called "Clear Sky," living a secluded and unknown existence…]
The image shifted, freezing on a cold, windy morning.
It was a somewhat dilapidated courtyard, with weeds growing in the cracks of the bluestone slabs, and the surrounding walls were mottled and worn, exuding a desolate atmosphere.
In the center of the courtyard stood a group of children dressed simply, even somewhat shabby, lined up, waiting for the annual Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.
At the end of the line stood a thin boy with a ramrod straight back.
He looked no more than six years old, with dark skin and features that had not yet fully developed, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, as if they held two inextinguishable flames.
It was Tang Chen in his childhood!
"Next, Tang Chen."
The middle-aged man in charge of the awakening spoke wearily, clearly not holding much hope for this increasingly declining little sect.
Tang Chen took a deep breath, strode forward, and placed his small, tender hand into the awakening array.
*Buzz!*
In an instant, the previously dim array blazed brightly!
An extremely heavy aura erupted from his thin frame, causing the surrounding air to vibrate with a deafening roar.
Then, a small, jet-black hammer, devoid of any fancy patterns, slowly appeared in his palm.
Although the hammer seemed unremarkable, the moment it appeared, the middle-aged man in charge of the awakening changed his expression instantly, and the crystal ball in his hand shone brightly!
"Innate…full soul power?!"
The middle-aged man exclaimed in disbelief, his voice trembling.
Tang Chen, looking at the hammer in his hand, didn't cheer like the other children, but instead gripped the handle tightly.
A resolute determination and ambition, far beyond his years, appeared on his tender face.
The narration, delivered with a powerful and stirring force, began at the opportune moment:
"[In this year, a legend was born.] [He wielded the Clear Sky Hammer, and with his mortal body, unleashed his first roar against an era shrouded in the shadow of the Spirit Hall.]"
The scene then accelerated, like a fast-forwarded, exhilarating movie.
Viewers saw the frail boy toiling under a waterfall, sweat pouring down his face. Each swing of the hammer was accompanied by the cracking of bones and the tearing of muscles, yet he never stopped.
The boy grew into a young man.
He left his dilapidated mountain village, alone with his hammer, stepping into the treacherous world of Soul Masters.
Facing the suppression of the Spirit Hall and the exclusion from other sects, he did not retreat, nor did he compromise.
"The Clear Sky Sect cannot be humiliated!"
In the scene, the young Tang Chen, covered in blood, stood atop the corpses of countless powerful figures, his Clear Sky Hammer stained crimson with blood.
He roared to the heavens, and with that single swing, even the heavens and earth seemed to change color.
The once obscure Clear Sky Sect, under his leadership, rose step by step from the mud.
From a second-rate sect ignored by all, whose strongest members were only Soul Saints and Soul Douluos, to a rising star, and then to a behemoth that even the Spirit Hall had to take seriously.
The scene finally freezes on the summit of a towering mountain peak.
Tang Chen, now middle-aged, clad in a black robe, wielding a massive Clear Sky Hammer, stands proudly atop the clouds.
Opposite him is Qian Daoliu, equally young and vigorous, with the aura of a six-winged angel on his back.
The two confront each other, their auras intertwining, causing the wind and clouds to change color and thunder to roll.
At that moment, Tang Chen was incomparably domineering, his eyes surveying the world, as if declaring to the entire world:
[With the Clear Sky Hammer emerging, who can contend with it!]
[From this moment on, the Clear Sky Sect ascends to the top of the world's number one sect, Tang Chen's name shakes the universe, and he is revered by the world as—Invincible on Land!]
Outside the City of Slaughter, in a small tavern.
Clad in a tattered black robe, his face gaunt yet unable to conceal his domineering aura, Tang Chen held a glass of murky Bloody Mary, gazing blankly at the sky. He looked at his former, spirited self, at the youth who had once vowed to lead the Haotian Sect to its peak, driven by his pride.
A slight tremor ran through the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a single, murky tear silently slid down his cheek, dripping into the glass, creating a tiny ripple.
"Heh... the number one sect under heaven..."
Tang Chen forced a self-deprecating laugh from his hoarse throat.
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