I've already become a Titled Douluo and now the System shows up?

"If you put it that way, I suppose there's some sense in it."

After hesitating, Zhu Zhuqing slowly nodded.

Dai Mubai bared his teeth in a smile, "Don't worry, nothing will go wrong."

Having said that, he rose to his feet.

"I'll go to the Douluo Planet now.

By the way, is there anything you would like me to bring back for you?"

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head, "No need. If it's convenient for you, just take care of my clan members for me."

Dai Mubai thumped his chest and promised, "Zhu Qing, even if you didn't ask, I would take care of them.

And as for the White Tiger Clan, we lost the throne ten thousand years ago. I think it's time to take back what we lost."

"But..."

Zhu Zhuqing hesitated.

"What's wrong, Zhu Qing? There's nothing we as husband and wife cannot discuss," Dai Mubai pressed, seeing the hesitation in Zhu Zhuqing's expression.

"Actually, I think a little help is enough. If you interfere with the succession of the throne, I'm afraid Tang San will be unhappy when he finds out."

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Zhuqing still voiced her inner thoughts.

"Tang San, always Tang San," Dai Mubai grew somewhat annoyed, "Why care so much about his opinion?

The throne of the Xingluo Empire originally belonged to our White Tiger Clan; it was taken by force by the Star Crown Clan.

Tang San has served as the Law Enforcer of the Divine Realm for so many years. Not only has he not corrected the chaos, but he has also allowed things to develop. That is his mistake.

If it weren't for the brotherly affection from the past, I would have confronted him long ago.

The Star Crown Clan has enjoyed being the emperor for long enough. It's about time they returned everything they took."

Dai Mubai's voice rang with authority.

When he learned that the White Tiger Clan lost the throne, he was filled with immense anger.

But he had never dared to express it.

Ten thousand years have passed on Soul Land.

He had finally found the opportunity to descend. It was time to take back everything that belonged to the White Tiger Clan.

"Mubai, Tang San will not agree to you doing this," Zhu Qing cautioned.

"Does he need to agree?" Dai Mubai scoffed coldly. "Besides, as long as the Xingluo Empire remains, what difference does it make to him who becomes the emperor?

No difference at all.

Don't forget, the two most powerful forces on Soul Land, Shrek Academy and the Hao Tian Clan, are both under his control.

As long as the Xingluo Empire continues to bow their heads in submission, there won't be any problems."

"Then... okay," Zhu Zhuqing finally refrained from speaking her mind further.

She could see that Dai Mubai had made up his mind.

"Alright, I'm off. We'll eat dinner together later."

After finishing his words, Dai Mubai left the War God Hall.

A day in the sky, a year on the ground.

This described the difference in the flow of time between the Divine Realm and Soul Land.

Once he dealt with matters on Soul Land, Dai Mubai would indeed have time to return for dinner.

...

Outside of the Douluo Planet.

Dai Mubai transformed into a streak of light and arrived in an instant.

"It's been a long time since I've returned to my homeland. I wonder if the cherry blossoms are in bloom?"

Dai Mubai, eager to be back, used his Divine Power to create an avatar and sent it to the Douluo Planet.

"The strength of a Divine officer should be sufficient, right?"

He muttered to himself quietly.

But, as the avatar disappeared from sight, he was shocked to find... he had lost contact with it? What was happening?

Could it be that Soul Land held some unknown secrets? Dai Mubai was startled.

He had a premonition that things were not as simple as they seemed.

...

"Mother, please don't cry. We will surely find an opportunity for revenge," said Dai Yueheng, comforting the Duchess at the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

Her eyes were swollen from crying.

Ever since being humiliated in the imperial palace, she had spent her days in tears.

"How do we take revenge? Tell me, how?"

"There's no point hoping for you, and no point hoping for the emperor, for the emperor also neglects us."

"We are utterly without means of revenge."

"Our future is pitch-black."

As the Duchess recounted these events, tears flowed unabated.

With snot and tears streaming down.

She truly had her heart broken.

Stimulated by the duchess's words, Dai Yueheng fell silent.

The duchess's words were like knives fiercely plunging into his heart.

Each and every one was a critical hit.

"I firmly believe that as long as there is hope, we will not be disappointed..."

He still offered encouragement.

"Do you believe in that ghost talk?"

The duchess spoke with a mix of anger and laughter, "At this point, I see only one path left to take, which is to pray that your Dai family's ancestors show their spirits.

Your good-for-nothing father always said that there had been a divine-level powerhouse among your ancestors.

That was a powerful God Residence who had merged with godhood and become a god.

And he had even once followed Tang San."

"Ah, this..."

Dai Yueheng was at a loss for words for a moment.

He really didn't know how to respond to the duchess.

While his father was alive, he would always talk about this matter.

He would also always tell Dai Yueheng, you must become a person like your ancestor Dai Mubai.

In any case.

He had grown tired of hearing about it since childhood.

"Hehehe, as I see it, it's purely blarney,

If your family truly had such a powerful legacy, would the imperial throne have been lost?

Would there be no one reaching level 99 in the family?

It's probably because they felt ashamed when Sea God Tang San ascended to godhood, they had to put on airs."

The duchess's words became increasingly sharp.

Dai Yueheng's complexion grew increasingly ugly, "Madam Mother, our ancestor is not to be slandered.

Please don't speak any further."

"You, are you blaming me?" the duchess's eyes widened in disbelief, "Don't forget that you are my son.

What's wrong with me saying a few words?"

"What's wrong? It's obviously getting mouthy!"

Suddenly.

A voice echoed within the hall.

"Who?"

The duchess's face changed.

Dai Yueheng's pupils also suddenly constricted.

"Hehe, who am I?"

"I'm afraid you'll laugh if I tell you, I am that useless ancestor you mentioned. The one who only knows how to glorify himself."

What?

At the sound, both Dai Yueheng and the duchess changed their expressions.

The arrival of the ancestor?

Could it be.

The legend is true?

Unbelievable.

Even, they found it somewhat absurd.

But, the next moment, light began to condense in front of them.

A golden light formed the figure of a person.

He seemed somewhat ethereal, yet one could still discern his appearance.

Golden hair, eyes with double pupils.

Wasn't this exactly like the portrait of Dai Mubai hanging in the ancestral hall?

"You, you are Dai Mubai?"

The duchess stared with shock in her eyes.

Dai Yueheng immediately knelt on the ground with a thud, "Your unworthy descendant, Dai Yueheng, greets the ancestor."

As he spoke, he respectfully kowtowed.

Pleased with the response, Dai Mubai nodded his head, "You are still filial."

Then, he turned his gaze to the duchess, "Why do you not kneel?"

Me?

A blankness suddenly surged through the duchess's mind.

The questioning from Dai Mubai was like thunder booming in her mind.

The next moment, she too knelt down.

With a trembling voice, she said, "Greetings to the ancestor..."