"Snow Star!"
Tang San spoke, his voice not loud, but like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart.
"Our Tang Clan fought and bled for the Empire against the Spirit Hall, and you dare to slander us as a cancer?"
"Who gave you the guts!"
Prince Xuexing's legs went weak under his gaze, and he almost knelt down.
"I...I..."
He stammered for a long time, unable to utter a single word.
Tang San's gaze shifted to Xue Beng on the dragon throne.
"And you, Avalanche. I thought you were a smart person."
"I never expected him to be such an ungrateful and tyrannical ruler, completely at the mercy of treacherous officials!"
Xue Beng's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he dared not refute.
Tang San's strength exceeded everyone's expectations.
Is he going to... interrogate me in court, or even... commit regicide?
The entire hall was deathly silent.
Only the aura emanating from Tang San, a mixture of anger and killing intent, continued to spread.
until...
"Smack."
A soft sound.
Ning Lin put down his teacup.
This subtle movement, however, was like a thunderclap, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
He stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from his body, and maintained his calm and composed expression.
"Tang San".
He began to speak.
"Long time no see. It seems you've had quite a haul in the Star Dou Great Forest."
"How does it feel to have sacrificed two 100,000-year-old soul beasts?"
Ning Lin's words were like a sharp knife, precisely piercing Tang San's most painful spot.
Great Ming, Second Ming!
Tang San's eyes instantly reddened.
"Ning Lin!"
The trident of Poseidon in his hand was pointed directly at Ning Lin, its blade emitting a terrifying golden light.
You deserve to die!
"Today, I will use your blood to pay tribute to the spirits of the two Ming emperors in heaven!"
Faced with this undisguised killing intent, Ning Lin simply smiled faintly.
"Kill me?"
"You?"
He took a step forward.
It's just one step.
An invisible aura rose from his body.
This aura, unlike Tang San's, was not violent, but rather as deep and unfathomable as an abyss or a prison.
Tang San's Sea God's might, which was enough to suppress ordinary Title Douluos, was easily dissolved in the face of this aura, like spring snow meeting the scorching sun.
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.
How could that be!
He had already advanced to the title of Douluo and was wielding the super artifact, the Trident of the Sea God, so why... why did he still feel that familiar sense of powerlessness in front of this person?
Just how powerful has Ning Lin become?
Ning Lin looked at the shocked expression on Tang San's face, but felt little emotion.
Title Douluo...
Poseidon's Trident...
Is this what they call the chosen one?
With good fortune and constant fortuitous encounters, they always manage to survive desperate situations and become even stronger.
Today, he came in with overwhelming force, storming into the main hall with the might of thunder, determined to reclaim everything with absolute power.
If it were an ordinary opponent, they would probably have lost their composure in this situation.
Unfortunately, he was facing Ning Lin.
While overwhelming force can certainly solve the problem, it is not the only solution.
But that's so boring.
To break the deadlock, we must shatter everything he is so proud of at its root.
Ning Lin's gaze inadvertently swept over Xue Qinghe, who was standing in the corner, speechless with shock at the sudden turn of events.
An idea popped into his mind.
"bite!"
A crisp notification sound rang in his mind.
The long-awaited system interface popped up automatically.
[The system has detected that the host is facing a challenge from the 'Chosen One,' meeting the trigger conditions for the 'History Editing' system.]
[Currently editable character: Qian Renxue.]
[Enable editing?]
They've arrived.
A playful smile crept across Ning Lin's lips.
Tang San, your greatest trump card is your "destiny".
My biggest trump card is rewriting "destiny".
He looked at Tang San's face, twisted with rage, without a trace of pity.
If you want to break the deadlock and plunge this so-called "chosen one" into an abyss of no return, what could be more effective than undermining his most steadfast potential ally from within?
A thousand feet of snow...
The young master of the Spirit Hall, the future God of Angels.
Because of her estrangement from her mother, Bibi Dong, she felt no sense of belonging to the Spirit Hall and instead regarded Tang San as a pawn that could be used to deal with Bibi Dong.
In the original timeline, she would even show mercy to Tang San several times because of her unusual feelings for him.
How ridiculous.
So...
What if the source of this divide were rewritten?
What if that tragic childhood that caused her to become estranged from Bibi Dong and her mother never existed in the first place?
Ning Lin's gaze deepened.
His consciousness sank into the system interface.
As light and shadow shifted, countless historical fragments shimmered before his eyes like stars.
He pinpointed the darkest and most crucial moment for Qian Renxue.
[Select a historical node——]
Ning Lin's thoughts transformed into commands, which he typed without hesitation.
[Qian Renxue's tragic childhood!]
[Select a historical node——]
[Qian Renxue's tragic childhood!]
Ning Lin's thoughts transformed into commands, which he typed without hesitation.
In an instant, the entire council hall, along with everyone inside who were on the verge of conflict, seemed to be put on pause.
Tang San's face twisted with rage, Xue Beng looked pale with terror, the courtiers trembled, and even the dust in the air seemed to freeze in that instant.
Only Ning Lin's consciousness transcended the external world.
Before his eyes, light and shadow shattered, and everything turned into streams of light that rushed backward at high speed.
The river of time flows on, and countless fragments of images rush past me.
He watched indifferently as the system forcibly extracted and reversed the fate trajectory belonging to "Qian Renxue" like a spectator on the shore.
That dark childhood, caused by Qian Xunji's crimes, which led to his being hated and neglected by Bibi Dong, and ultimately sent to infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire... is being erased.
Instead, a completely new thread of fate was woven by Ning Lin himself.
The light faded.
Ning Lin's consciousness descended into a completely new "past".
...
Wuhun City, Papal Palace.
This place is no longer the somber and ornate style of Bibi Dong, but is filled with a sacred and majestic gold.
The statue of the six-winged angel stands tall, overlooking everything.
A little girl with golden pigtails, about six or seven years old, was sitting upright at the desk.
She wore a well-fitting light gold palace dress, her small face as delicate as a porcelain doll, and her golden eyes, which should have been innocent and carefree at that age, now exuded a calmness and focus that did not belong to a child.
In front of her was a pile of Soul Master theoretical books, half the height of a person.
A thousand feet of snow.
"Xue'er".
A dignified yet gentle voice came from the doorway.
You can read 40+ advanced chapters right now on PA TREON.
Don't wait for daily updates
Support and unlock: [ patreon.com/FicHub ]
(End of chapter)