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Chapter 411 Leaving Seagod Island, Returning to the Mainland!
Qian Renxue's tears slid down her cheeks.
"I won't listen!"
"Grandpa, stop!"
"I don't want to become a god!"
Qian Daoliu, however, seemed not to hear her cries.
His voice remained gentle, yet carried a hint of heaviness.
"Your father, Qian Xunji, did not die at the hands of Tang Hao."
Qian Renxue's body jolted violently; she even forgot to struggle.
Qian Daoliu slowly said:
"Tang Hao did indeed severely injure your father back then."
"But the one who truly killed him was Bibi Dong."
boom!
These words struck Qian Renxue's mind like a thunderbolt.
She stared blankly at Qian Daoliu.
"What did you say?"
"Is it...her?"
"Did Bibi Dong kill her father?"
Qian Daoliu sighed.
"Yes."
"Grandpa knows everything that happened back then."
"Your father did wrong things and sowed the seeds of evil."
"Bibi Dong harbored resentment and hatred in her heart, which she endured for many years before finally killing him with her own hands."
"I could have killed her."
"But by then, you no longer had a father."
"I don't want you to lose your mother."
Qian Renxue felt as if she had been struck by a heavy blow.
She always believed that her father died at the hands of Tang Hao.
She always believed that the Clear Sky Sect and Tang Hao were the Spirit Hall's greatest enemies.
But now, Qian Daoliu tells her that the one who truly killed Qian Xunji was Bibi Dong.
She is her mother.
The woman who had been indifferent to her since childhood and even refused to acknowledge her.
Qian Renxue's soul trembled.
She suddenly understood many things.
Now I understand why Bibi Dong never wanted to get close to her.
She understood why Bibi Dong's eyes always held pain, disgust, and struggle when she looked at her.
Because her existence is a mark of Bibi Dong's painful past.
Qian Daoliu continued:
"Xue'er, you can hate her."
"You can choose not to forgive her."
"But Grandpa wants you to understand that she wasn't born cold-blooded."
"She's just been consumed by hatred for too long."
"Now that Tang San has turned her into a necromancer puppet, it may be more painful for her than death. How you face her after you become the Angel God is up to you."
"Don't let hatred control you because of Grandpa's words."
"What you need to do is become a true god."
Qian Renxue's lips trembled.
She wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a single word.
Qian Daoliu's figure was becoming increasingly illusory.
Golden flames engulfed his body.
His voice also began to become intermittent.
"Xue'er..."
"You are my greatest pride in this life."
"No matter how much pain you endure... you must persevere."
"Achievement... an angel..."
As the last word fell, Qian Daoliu's figure completely dissipated.
They transformed into countless golden specks of light, merging into the angel statue.
"grandfather--!"
Qian Renxue let out a heart-wrenching scream.
At that very moment, her attracted hand suddenly moved from the gemstone to the hilt of the sword.
hum!
The angelic holy sword burst forth with dazzling golden light.
Qian Renxue was almost pulled by that force, and she pulled the sword out of the ground.
boom--
The entire true temple of angels was completely engulfed in flames at that moment.
The gray statue turned into pure gold.
The six golden stone pillars released countless feather-like divine patterns.
The angel statue opened its arms and embraced Qian Renxue.
The next moment, an indescribable divine power surged wildly into Qian Renxue's body.
The ninth test of the angels has truly begun.
pain.
An indescribable pain. It wasn't the pain of flesh being torn apart, but the pain of bones being reshaped, meridians being burned, and the soul being peeled away inch by inch and then reforged.
Qian Renxue's body floated in the center of the temple.
Six wings unfold.
Golden flames continuously erupted from her body.
She tried to scream, but no sound came out.
She tried to struggle, but couldn't move.
The angelic power, like countless fine golden needles, pierced into every inch of her flesh, every strand of her soul power, and every piece of her soul. Her nine soul rings began to tremble.
The angelic soul bone that was originally fused within her body was forcibly pulled out at this moment.
piece.
Two pieces.
Three pieces.
Until all six angel soul bones appeared around her, these angel set soul bones, which had been passed down for many years by the Spirit Hall, gradually melted in the divine fire, turning into a flowing golden liquid.
They are no longer soul bones.
Rather, it is transforming into true divine equipment.
Qian Renxue's consciousness began to blur.
The death of Qian Daoliu, the truth about Bibi Dong, Tang San's massacre of the city, Tang Chuan's inheritance of the Sea God...
Countless images flashed wildly through her mind.
A crack appeared in her soul.
Just when she could barely hold on, a figure appeared deep within her soul.
Bibi Dong.
That noble, cold woman who always caused her pain.
Bibi Dong stood in the darkness, coldly watching her.
"Haven't you always wanted to surpass me?"
"Haven't you always hated me?"
"Now you know the truth."
"That's right, I killed Qian Xunji."
"If you want to avenge him, live to become a god and then come back to me."
Qian Renxue's soul jolted violently.
"Bibi Dong!"
"I hate you!"
"I hate you for killing my father, and I hate that you never looked at me like a mother would!"
"But I won't let Tang San turn you into a mindless monster!"
"You owe me, and I'll make you wake up and pay for it!"
An intense obsession erupted.
Her soul, on the verge of collapse, began to coalesce a little more.
But the pain continued.
The golden liquid from the angelic divine armor suddenly crashed into her body.
At that moment, the pain intensified several times over.
Qian Renxue's soul cracked once again.
She was almost completely torn apart.
Just then, a second figure appeared.
A thousand streams.
He stood amidst the golden flames, still gazing at her with those kind eyes.
"Xue'er".
"Don't give up."
"This is the path that your grandfather paid for with his life."
"Keep going."
Qian Renxue was in tears.
"grandfather……"
"I will not fail."
"I will definitely become an angel god."
"I will make Tang San pay the price!"
Qian Daoliu's illusory figure smiled slightly, then turned into specks of light and dissipated.
The rift in his soul was forcibly stabilized once again.
But the final wave of divine fire is the real test.
The Angelic Armor is beginning to take full shape.
The divine equipment is not meant to be worn on her body, but rather to be completely integrated with her physical body, soul, and martial spirit.
At that moment, Qian Renxue felt as if she had been thrown into the core of the sun.
Her consciousness began to fade.
She can no longer tell who she is.
Is he the young master of the Spirit Hall?
Is he the heir of the Sen family?
Is she Bibi Dong's daughter?
Or was it the angel god that Qian Daoliu obtained at the cost of his life?
Just as her soul was about to shatter completely, a third figure appeared.
He was a young man in a blue shirt.
Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes were calm.
He stood amidst the boundless blue silver grass, with the vast ocean tides and the azure-gold light of life intertwined behind him.
Tang Chuan.
Qian Renxue was stunned.
She never imagined that the third obsession in the deepest part of her soul would be Tang Chuan.
不是爱。
It's not just simple hatred.
It's something more complex.
She once regarded Tang Chuan as an enemy.
Tang Chuan repeatedly disrupted the Spirit Hall's plans, causing her to experience repeated setbacks.
But she also had to admit that Tang Chuan was one of the most dazzling people of this era.
He is not Tang San.
Tang San is obsessive and insane; he is willing to slaughter innocent people in order to revive Xiao Wu.
Tang Chuan is different.
He was walking the path of life.
He brought Blue Silver Grass, a martial spirit that was looked down upon by the world, to the pinnacle of the continent.
Qian Renxue looked at the figure and suddenly smiled.
"Tang Chuan."
"I will not lose to you."
"You walk the path of the sea god, to protect life."
"Tang San walks the path of the Rakshasa, devouring the souls of the dead."
"And I walk the path of angels."
"I will judge all darkness with light."
"I want you all to know that this era is not just about you, Tang Chuan."
"And there's me, Qian Renxue!"
boom--
The third obsession erupted completely.
Qian Renxue's shattered soul was forcibly reassembled at this moment.
All the golden divine fire surged back and rushed wildly into her body.
The angel's divine armor has finally been completed.
Inside the temple, endless golden light solidified.
Qian Renxue hovered in mid-air, her six wings completely turning golden. The diamond-shaped mark on her forehead shattered, replaced by a true six-winged angel god.
She held the angel's holy sword in her hand.
His body was covered in golden divine armor, making him appear sacred and majestic.
That was no longer the aura of a Soul Master.
It is God.
The true angel God.
A majestic and awe-inspiring voice resounded from all directions of the Temple of Angels.
[The Angel's Ninth Test, Completed.]
[The succession to the angelic throne has been successful.]
[Angelic Armor Completed.]
Qian Renxue inherited the title of a first-level deity—the God of Angels.
boom!
The next moment, a golden beam of light burst through the temple and pierced through the starry sky.
The night sky above Wuhun City was completely illuminated.
Countless people looked up in shock.
They saw a huge, six-winged angel phantom slowly descending above the temple.
A divine light shone throughout the entire Martial Soul City.
All the remaining Rakshasa energy in the city emitted a piercing hiss under this light and quickly dissipated.
Inside the Angel Temple.
Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes; her eyes had completely turned golden.
The previous vulnerability is gone.
There was no more confusion.
She looked down at her palm.
There, the last trace of warmth remained after the sacrifice of the Thousand Streams.
"grandfather."
Qian Renxue said softly.
"I did it."
"I know the truth now."
"I will personally settle the scores of my father's hatred, my mother's debts, and Tang San's sins."
She raised the angelic sword, its golden light illuminating the endless void.
"Tang San".
"You dare to slaughter the continent and devour souls for alchemy."
"Dare to turn Bibi Dong into a ghost."
"Then I will judge your sins as a demon in the name of the angels."
"Tang Chuan."
"If you have already embarked on the path of the sea god, then come back as soon as possible."
"I, Qian Renxue, will not be absent from this battle of the gods."
The words fell.
The true Temple of Angels opened with a roar.
Qian Renxue took a step forward.
With her six golden wings unfurled, her figure transformed into a sun, descending upon the skies above Wuhun City.
That night.
Everyone in Wuhun City saw the light.
They also saw the new god belonging to the Senka family.
Angel God, Qian Renxue.
Become a god!!!
The sea breeze was calm in front of the Temple of Poseidon.
It was so still that the entire ocean seemed to be still immersed in the shock of that moment.
After the trident of Poseidon was pulled out, the blue-gold light on Mount Poseidon lingered for a long time.
Within the ring-shaped sea, waves surged toward the shore in layers, yet dared not make too much noise, as if afraid of disturbing the young man who held the divine weapon at that moment.
Tang Chuan stood in front of the Sea God Temple, holding the Sea God Trident in his right hand. Blue and gold divine patterns flowed slowly on the trident, and with each flash of light, it seemed as if a vast ocean tide was surging within it.
That divine artifact, which had slumbered for countless years, had now truly acknowledged him.
But Tang Chuan's face didn't show much joy.
His gaze turned towards the mainland. There, separated by endless seas and countless waves, no trace should have been able to reach this place.
But he was different.
His martial soul is the Blue Silver Emperor.
As long as Blue Silver Grass still exists on the Douluo Continent, and as long as there is still a trace of life beneath the earth, he can vaguely sense the changes taking place on that continent.
Just moments ago, the instant he drew the Trident of Poseidon, the Blue Silver Emperor's essence suddenly trembled violently. It was not an ordinary warning sign, but a mournful cry.
Countless blue silver grasses were conveying the same emotion to him.
fear.
death.
withered.
There are also the voids left after the soul was forcibly stripped away.
Tang Chuan closed his eyes.
In his perception, there were several places on the continent where life had been completely extinguished.
It was not a natural death, nor was it a consequence of war.
Instead, it was a case of cities being forcibly stripped of their souls.
After those people died, their souls didn't even return to the world. It was as if an invisible hand had wiped them from the world, leaving only their cold bodies and the land polluted by the power of the Rakshasa.
Tang Chuan's fingers slowly tightened.
The trident of Neptune emitted a deep hum.
Poseidon stood behind him, watching his back, a solemn expression appearing in her eyes.
"You sensed it?"
Tang Chuan opened his eyes, his voice calm.
"Tang San has begun the massacre of the city."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people outside the Temple of Poseidon all changed.
Xiao Ruier stood at the bottom of the stone steps, her smile instantly freezing as she was initially excited that Tang Chuan had pulled out the Trident of Poseidon.
"A massacre of the city?"
Her voice was slightly strained.
"Does he really dare?"
Tang Chuan did not answer, because the answer was no longer needed.
Anger flashed in Xiao Ruier's eyes.
"I'll go back with you."
She took a step forward, but Tang Chuan raised his hand to stop her.
"You stay."
Xiao Ruier was taken aback.
Why?
Tang Chuan turned around, looked at her, and also at his other companions behind him.
"Your Sea God test is not yet complete."
"Tang San is no longer an ordinary Soul Master. He is walking the path of the Rakshasa, slaughtering civilians, devouring the souls of the dead, and has even begun to refine the undead."
"If you come back with me now, you'll only fall into his demonic domain."
Xiao Ruier gritted her teeth.
"But you'll be going back alone..."
That's enough.
Tang Chuan's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable power.
After he finished speaking, his gaze softened even more.
"Stay on Poseidon Island and complete your own trials."
"Here are Poseidon, the guardians of the seven sacred pillars, and the light of the sea god."
"Come back and help me when you've truly become stronger."
Xiao Ruier fell silent; she knew Tang Chuan was telling the truth.
She is not weak, but the current situation is no longer a battle between ordinary soul masters.
Tang San slaughtered cities and devoured souls on the continent, Qian Renxue began the ninth trial of the Angels in Wuhun City, and Tang Chuan just pulled out the Trident of the Sea God.
This has become a war between those who will succeed to the divine throne.
If she insists on going back, she is likely to become a burden.
Poseidon slowly walked forward.
"Tang Chuan, you have just completed the seventh test. Logically, you should stay on Seagod Island to solidify the artifact's recognition and prepare for the eighth test."
Tang Chuan looked at her.
"The mainland can't wait."
Poseidon remained silent for a moment.
Then, she sighed softly.
"I see."
She raised her hand, and a blue-gold light flew out from the Sea God Temple, landing between Tang Chuan's eyebrows.
"This is the mark of Poseidon Island. No matter where you are on the mainland, you can use this mark to sense the direction of Poseidon Island if you wish."
"The eighth test will not disappear because of this."
"But you must remember, the Sea God's inheritance becomes increasingly dangerous as you progress. If you expend too much energy on the continent, the trials will be even more difficult upon your return."
Tang Chuan nodded.
"Thank you, senior."
Poseidon looked at the trident in his hand, a complex expression on his face.
"You have gained the artifact's approval."
"In a sense, you are already the true chosen successor of the sea god."
"Tang San embarks on the path of the Rakshasa, and Qian Renxue is about to inherit the position of the Angel God."
"Once you go, I'm afraid you'll never be able to stay out of it again."
Tang Chuan said calmly:
"From the moment he slaughtered the first city, it became impossible for me to remain uninvolved."
The sea breeze blows.
Tang Chuan turned around and looked at Xiao Ruier and the others.
"Cultivate diligently."
"Wait for me to come back."
Xiao Ruier's eyes were slightly red, but she didn't act willfully anymore.
She simply nodded vigorously.
"You have to come back too."
Tang Chuan smiled.
"Yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward.
Poseidon's trident gently touched the void.
boom!
The sea surface suddenly parted.
A blue-gold waterway extends from beyond Seagod Island, leading directly to the distant continent. (End of Chapter)