Douluo Continent

Introduction

``` Volume 1 Douluo World Prologue The Tang Family's Third Young Master Crossed Over

In Bashu, there has always been a reputation as the Land of Abundance, and among them, the most famous sect is undoubtedly the Tang Sect.
The Tang Sect is located in a mysterious place; many people only know that it is halfway up a mountain, and the peak of this mountain has a name that sends chills down the spine—Ghostly Woe.
If you throw a stone off the cliff of Ghostly Woe, it takes a full nineteen seconds to hear the echo of the stone hitting the bottom of the mountain, which shows how high it is. It is precisely because of these nineteen seconds, surpassing the eighteen layers of hell, that it got its name.
A young man dressed in gray stands at the peak of Ghostly Woe, the fierce mountain wind does not move him in the slightest. From the large character Tang on his chest, it is clear he comes from the Tang Sect, and the gray clothing signifies that he is an outer disciple.
He is twenty-nine years old, having entered the Tang Sect shortly after birth, ranking third among the outer disciples, so they call him the Third Young Master. Of course, among the inner disciples, he is referred to as Tang San.
Since its establishment, the Tang Sect has been divided into inner and outer sects. The outer sect consists of disciples with different surnames or those granted the Tang surname, while the inner sect is directly affiliated with the Tang family lineage.
At this moment, Tang San's expression is rich and varied, sometimes smiling, sometimes crying, but no matter what, it cannot hide his genuine excitement.
For twenty-nine years, since he was picked up by the outer elder Tang Lantai when he was still in swaddling clothes, the Tang Sect has been his home, and the hidden weapons of the Tang Sect are everything to him.
Suddenly, Tang San's expression changes drastically, but he quickly calms down, bitterly muttering to himself, What should come has finally come.
Seventeen figures, seventeen white figures, leap like stars from the mountainside towards the peak. The youngest among them is over fifty, each with a serious expression. The white robes they wear represent the inner sect, and the golden Tang character on their chests symbolizes the elders of the Tang Sect.
The inner elder hall of the Tang Sect includes the sect leader, Mr. Tang, and there are a total of seventeen elders. At this moment, it is indeed these seventeen who are climbing the mountain. Even during a martial arts conference, it would be impossible to mobilize all the elders of the Tang Sect at once; after all, the oldest among them has surpassed two cycles of life.
All these Tang Sect elders have reached the transformation realm, and in the blink of an eye, they have arrived at the mountain peak.
Outer disciples can only kneel to welcome the inner elders, but at this moment, Tang San does not move. He quietly watches these solemn-faced elders approach him, blocking all paths, while behind him is Ghostly Woe.
Putting down the three Buddha's Fury Tang Lotuses, Tang San casts one last reluctant glance, a hint of a satisfied smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. After all, he has succeeded; after twenty years of effort, he has finally completed the pinnacle work of the Tang family's outer hidden weapons. The sense of fulfillment is beyond words.
At this moment, Tang San feels that nothing else matters to him anymore. Whether it is violating sect rules or life and death, it seems to have come to an end with the three blooming Tang Lotuses before him. The Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, the most domineering hidden weapon in the world, was born from his hands. What could be more exciting for Tang San, who has devoted his life to hidden weapons?
I know that sneaking into the inner sect and secretly learning the sect's ultimate skills is unforgivable, against the sect rules. But Tang San can swear to the heavens that he has never leaked any of the ultimate skills he learned to the outside world. I say this not to seek the elders' forgiveness, but to tell the elders that Tang San has never forgotten his roots. Not in the past, nor in the future.
Tang San's emotions are very calm at this moment; perhaps this is the calmest he has ever been in his life. Looking at the large, ancient courtyard of the Tang Sect on the mountainside, feeling the air that belongs to the Tang Sect, Tang San's eyes become moist. Since he became aware, he can say that he was born for the Tang Sect, and now, it is time to pursue his lifelong aspirations for the Tang Sect.
The elders did not speak; they had not yet recovered from the appearance of the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus. Two hundred years, a full two hundred years, and the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus has appeared in the hands of an outer disciple. What does this mean? This unparalleled hidden weapon, which even the Tang Sect's own people cannot resist, represents the arrival of another peak for the Tang Sect.
Seeing the elders bowing their heads in silence, Tang San smiled brightly, Everything of Tang San is given by the Tang Sect. Whether it is life or the abilities I possess, they are all bestowed by the Tang Sect. No matter when, Tang San is a person of the Tang Sect in life and a ghost of the Tang Sect in death. I know the elders will not allow the body of an outer disciple who has violated the sect rules to remain in the Tang Sect. If so, let me be buried in the natural world of Bashu.
Tang San's calm, even somewhat excited voice finally awakened the elders. When the elders raised their heads to look at him, they saw a layer of milky white aura spreading from his body.
The Xuantian Treasure Record, you even learned the highest internal skill of our sect from the Xuantian Treasure Record? Mr. Tang exclaimed.
With a loud bang, as the elders retreated simultaneously to prevent any mishap, what they saw was Tang San, completely naked.
Tang San smiled, his smile radiant, I came naked and will leave naked. The Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus is the last gift I leave for the sect. Now, aside from myself, I take nothing else from the Tang Sect. The secret manual is under the first brick inside my room. Tang San will now return everything to the Tang Sect.
Hahahahahaha... Tang San laughed wildly, suddenly stepping back. At this moment, the Tang Sect elders suddenly realized that not a single one of them had time to stop him. His body, enveloped in white light, darted towards Ghostly Woe, his tall and proud figure soaring into the air, heading towards the clouds and mist of the mountain.
Wait. Mr. Tang finally reacted, but at this point, it was already too late for him to say anything.
The mist was thick, carrying dampness, taking away the sunlight and the Tang San who had devoted his life to the Tang Sect and hidden weapons.
Time seemed to stand still. Mr. Tang trembled as he held the three Tang Lotuses before him, his eyes moist. Tang San, oh Tang San, why must you do this? You have brought us so many surprises...
Big Brother. The Second Elder stepped forward, Why mourn for this traitor?
Mr. Tang's gaze instantly turned cold, a chill radiating from him as he glared at the Second Elder, Who do you call a traitor? Have you ever seen a traitor who wouldn't escape after obtaining the highest secret manual of our sect? Have you ever seen a traitor who would die to make a point? Have you ever seen someone with a hidden weapon powerful enough to destroy any expert of the Tang Sect, yet gives it as a final gift to the Tang Sect? Tang San is not a traitor; he is the most outstanding genius of our sect in two hundred years.
The Second Elder was taken aback, But he secretly learned our sect's...
Mr. Tang suddenly interrupted, If you can also create the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, I wouldn't care what you stole. You are wrong, and I am wrong. Just a moment ago, we watched the opportunity for the Tang Sect to shine again slip away right before our eyes.
The elders gathered around, their expressions complex—confusion, sadness, sighs, and more, a sense of regret.
You all need not say anything. Pass my order: command all disciples of our sect to mobilize, search for Tang San below Ghostly Woe. Alive, we want to see him; dead, we want to see his body. At the same time, from this moment on, Tang San is promoted to an inner disciple of our sect. If he is still alive, he will be the only candidate to inherit my position as sect leader.
Yes, Sect Leader. The elders bowed in unison, obeying.
If Tang San were still on this cliff and could hear Mr. Tang's words, even in death, he would surely feel gratified that his efforts had not been in vain. However, all of this came a bit too late.
Ghostly Woe, where throwing a stone takes nineteen seconds to count, seemingly surpassing the existence of eighteen layers of hell, how could it allow a living person to be released back by the mist? Tang San has left; he has forever departed from this world, but his other fate has just begun.