122: Chapter 122: Qian Renxue: I also really want to see what it will be like ten thousand years from now.

Lu Jing's words were like crashing waves, hitting Qian Renxue's mind one after another.

spirit tools, war spirit tools, the Sun Moon Empire, a war spanning ten thousand years, extracting future technology, changing the course of civilization... every word and every concept far exceeded her understanding of this World and her plans for herself and the future of Spirit Hall.

This was no longer a simple struggle for hegemony over the continent; this was... using one's own strength to move the wheels of history itself!

Qian Renxue was speechless for a long time. She needed time and a great deal of mental effort to digest this shocking plan.

"This matter... is too big."

After a long while, Qian Renxue finally spoke slowly, her voice somewhat dry and her beautiful face filled with solemnity. "It's so big that I cannot make the decision, so big that... it might involve the fate of the entire continent, or even the entire era. Xiao Jing, your thoughts... are too astounding. I need time to think, and more importantly... I need my grandfather's decision."

She raised her head, her violet eyes staring directly at Lu Jing. There was no retreat in them, only the caution and responsibility of facing a monumental choice. "If you really decide to do this, then you must get my grandfather's approval. Only he can mobilize the full power of Spirit Hall, and only he might be able to understand and support this... crazy plan that is enough to subvert everything."

Lu Jing was not surprised by this at all. He nodded. "I understand. I will naturally go and speak with your grandfather. However, before that, we need to complete some necessary preparations. The layout within the Heaven Dou Empire cannot stop; in fact, it must accelerate. We need a stable rear base, a foundation where we can concentrate our power and develop spirit tool technology with peace of mind. That's why I asked you, how much longer do you need?"

Qian Renxue understood. When Lu Jing asked how much time she needed, he was asking about the time required to completely control the Heaven Dou Empire, or at least to ensure it could not interfere with their plan.

She closed her eyes, her mind rapidly calculating the power struggles between various factions, the progress of the plan, and the potential resistance...

A moment later, she opened her eyes, which had regained their clarity and wisdom. "If everything goes smoothly, around the end of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, we should be able to achieve our preliminary goal—bringing the Heaven Dou Empire completely under our control, or at least making it powerless to interfere with any of our actions."

Now that Xue Beng and Prince Xue Xing had perished, the entire imperial family had only Xue Qinghe as an heir. As long as Emperor Xue Ye died, the throne would belong to her, Qian Renxue, and Spirit Hall.

If there were to be any potential accidents or variables, there would be only one: Ning Fengzhi and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Because the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was different from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Clear Sky Sect.

The Clear Sky Sect vaguely supported the Star Luo Empire, but they weren't that close.

And the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan remained neutral.

But the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was different; they were as thick as thieves with the Heaven Dou Empire.

If the real Xue Qinghe were to ascend the throne, there wouldn't be much to say; it would just be a matter of trading with a different emperor.

But once this emperor was her in disguise, it would be a different story.

At the very least, they would try everything possible to stop her and prevent Spirit Hall from plotting against the Heaven Dou Empire.

And it wouldn't just be Ning Fengzhi; the Star Luo Empire would likely also be unable to sit still.

Because they couldn't even defeat the current Spirit Hall, let alone one with the added armies and resources of the Heaven Dou Empire.

At that time, the division of the continent that had lasted for ten thousand years might truly be unified by Spirit Hall.

"The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament..."

Lu Jing mulled over this point in time, a sharp light flashing in his eyes as he suggested, "Good, then we'll use the tournament as the boundary. After the tournament, regardless of the outcome, we must begin the preliminary work for the return and extraction plan. At that time, you and I will go back together to clarify everything."

"Very well."

Qian Renxue nodded in agreement; this was indeed the most stable timeline.

She looked at Lu Jing, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked the question that had been circling in the depths of her heart for a long time. There was even a hint of longing and curiosity in her voice that she hadn't noticed herself. "Xiao Jing, what is the continent like ten thousand years later? Is spirit tool technology... really that miraculous? And... Spirit Hall... at that time, is there really no possibility of it rising again?"

She asked the last question very softly, but she cared about it immensely.

This was understandable. After all, she was currently the Saintess of Spirit Hall. Although there was an unbridgeable distance to the era ten thousand years later, she still felt sad and found it hard to accept after hearing this news. After all, Spirit Hall had stood on this continent for ten thousand years.

Lu Jing looked at the complex and indiscernible expression in her eyes. After a moment of silence, he said slowly, "The continent ten thousand years later is filled with skyscrapers, spirit tool lamps illuminate the night sky, and spirit tool trains travel between cities... It is an era where Soul Power and technology are intertwined, brilliant, yet also full of new crises and challenges. As for Spirit Hall..."

He paused, seeing Qian Renxue's suddenly clenched fist. His voice was calm but carried a hint of historical weight. "It has already become history, Xue'er. In ten thousand years, it only exists in ancient texts and people's legends."

Qian Renxue's delicate body swayed almost imperceptibly. A flash of extreme pain and gloominess passed through the depths of her eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a deeper, more complex light.

Has it become history... As expected... But so what?

At least in this era, it still exists. Moreover, because of their choices, it will head toward a completely different and perhaps even more glorious future!

She took a deep breath, suppressing all her emotions. Her beautiful face once again showed a firm and calm expression. "I understand. Xiao Jing, we'll do as you said. After the tournament, we'll start preparing. I also... really want to go and see what the World ten thousand years from now actually looks like."

Even if the glory of Spirit Hall was long gone there.

The two looked at each other, seeing determination and understanding in each other's eyes. A plan capable of changing the fate of two eras quietly set its tone under the sunlight of the corridor.

...

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

In the bedroom where Lu Jing and Wang Donger were, the candlelight had long been extinguished. Only the cold moonlight from outside the window spilled in, draping the room in a hazy silver veil.

Wang Donger snuggled in Lu Jing's arms, her breathing even, clearly having fallen into a deep sleep.

Her exquisite face looked exceptionally tranquil under the moonlight, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows on her eyelids, and a hint of a satisfied smile still hung at the corners of her mouth.

Lu Jing, however, had not fallen asleep. He kept his eyes open, looking at the shadows on the canopy of the bed. His mind was still sorting through his conversation with Qian Renxue and that massive, crazy plan.

Just as his thoughts were drifting—

"Xiao Jing! Xiao Jing! Quick! Come to the Spiritual Sea! Something's happened!"

A slightly hurried yet irrepressibly excited voice sounded directly in his mind. It was none other than the Tian Meng Ice Silkworm from ten thousand years later—Old Tian Meng.