allendalepharm Chapter 406 As long as Xiao Wu can be resurrected, it's worth it no matter how many people die!
Chapter 406 As long as Xiao Wu can be resurrected, it's worth it no matter how many people die!
Chapter 406 As long as Xiao Wu can be resurrected, it's worth it no matter how many people die!
"grandfather."
Qian Renxue slowly stood up.
Her soul power was nearly exhausted, and her angelic domain was repeatedly shattered by Qian Daoliu.
But her eyes were brighter than ever.
"From childhood to adulthood, everyone has told me that I am the successor of the angel god."
"I must be noble, I must be calm, I must be strong."
"I can't cry, I can't lose, I can't show weakness."
She gripped the angel's holy sword tightly, blood flowing down her palm.
"But no one has ever asked me if I want to become an angel god."
Qian Daoliu's eyes flickered slightly.
Qian Renxue continued, "I didn't understand before."
"I thought becoming a god was for the Spirit Hall, for my mother, for my grandfather, and also to prove that I was stronger than Tang Chuan."
"But I only understand now."
"This divine position is not an honor given to me by others."
"It is the destiny I want to grasp in my own hands."
As soon as she finished speaking, the six-winged angel martial soul behind Qian Renxue suddenly erupted with unprecedented light. The angelic domain, which was on the verge of shattering, reformed at this moment.
It's not played externally.
Rather, it is reserved.
All the golden light surged into Qian Renxue's body.
The angel mark on her forehead ignited, like a miniature sun.
Qian Daoliu looked at this scene and for the first time, a look of relief appeared in his eyes.
"very good."
"Xue'er, you finally understand."
He slowly raised his hand.
In an instant, the entire Temple of Angels trembled violently.
Behind Qian Daoliu, the phantom of the six-winged angel suddenly solidified, and a huge golden holy sword descended from the sky and landed in his palm.
At that moment, he was no longer just a level 99 peerless Douluo.
They are like angels, the last gatekeepers of God on earth.
"Then let Grandpa take a look."
"Are you truly qualified to inherit the position of an angel?"
boom!
Qian Daoliu took a step forward.
The golden holy sword slashed down, and terrifying holy flames swept across the entire hall.
Qian Daoliu showed no mercy with this sword strike.
Because he knew that if Qian Renxue couldn't stop her, she wouldn't deserve to continue.
Qian Renxue looked up at the falling holy sword, her eyes showing no fear.
She gripped the angelic sword with both hands, and six wings unfurled behind her.
The next moment, her ninth spirit ring suddenly lit up.
Golden sword light shot into the sky.
The two holy swords clashed fiercely in mid-air.
Boom—!
The entire temple was engulfed in golden light.
A terrifying shockwave spread outwards, the temple floor cracked inch by inch, and the huge stone pillars shattered one after another.
Qian Renxue let out a muffled groan as her body flew backward, crashing heavily into the temple wall.
But she did not fall.
She gritted her teeth and charged out again.
A hint of heartache flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness.
"Too weak!"
He swept his sword across the room.
Qian Renxue was knocked back again.
"With this level of skill, what makes you think you can become an angel god?"
Another sword strike.
A bloody gash appeared on Qian Renxue's shoulder.
"Based on your pride?"
The third sword strike.
The angelic sword almost slipped from his grasp.
"Or is it based on the resentment in your heart?"
Qian Daoliu's voice was like thunder, each word striking Qian Renxue's heart.
"Xue'er, a god cannot live on hatred alone!"
Qian Renxue's body trembled.
hatred.
Of course she hated it.
She hated that Bibi Dong had never loved her like a mother would.
The people of the Hentian Dou Empire repeatedly thwarted her plans.
It's hateful that Tang Chuan, who also came from a humble background, could have so many people willingly follow him.
She also hated herself, hated that despite possessing the most noble bloodline, she was always like a puppet being pushed around by fate.
But now—
She suddenly smiled.
"grandfather."
Qian Renxue raised her head, blood streaming down her face, but her eyes remained utterly calm.
"I will no longer live on hatred."
"I will no longer become a god to meet anyone's expectations."
"From this day forward, I am who I am. I am not a tool of the Spirit Hall, not my mother's shadow, nor a puppet chosen by the Angel God."
"I am Qian Renxue."
"I want to become a god because I choose to become a god."
The words fell.
The angelic sword in her hand suddenly emitted a clear, ringing sound.
The cracks on the sword stopped widening and were instead covered by a layer of pure golden flames.
At this moment, the six-winged angel martial spirit behind Qian Renxue also underwent a change.
A faint layer of divine runes appeared on the six wings.
That's not soul power.
That was the prototype of divine power.
Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted slightly.
Then he smiled.
"it is good."
"These are the true descendants of my Qian family."
"This is the true successor of the Angel God!"
Qian Daoliu gripped his sword with both hands, pushing his soul power to its limit.
All nine soul rings ignited simultaneously.
Especially the last red spirit ring, which burst forth with dazzling brilliance.
The phantom of the six-winged angel behind him completely merged into his body.
At this moment, Qian Daoliu's aura was infinitely close to that of a demigod.
"Xue'er, catch Grandpa's last sword strike!"
"Angelic Judgment!"
Golden sword light pierced through the temple.
The moment the sword was unleashed, it seemed as if even the sky itself was torn apart.
Qian Renxue stood still, without retreating.
She slowly closed her eyes.
The next moment, it opened its eyes again.
All that remained in my eyes was pure gold.
"Angel Realm".
"Purify the world".
boom!
Endless golden light erupted from her body.
At that moment, the entire sky above Wuhun City lit up.
Countless people looked up and were awestruck to see a pillar of light rising from the direction of the Temple of Angels.
Within the pillar of light, a phantom of a six-winged angel slowly unfolded its wings.
Sacred, majestic, and inviolable.
Qian Renxue unleashed a sword strike.
There are no fancy moves.
There was no anger.
There was no resentment.
Only the purest light.
Two sword lights collided in the center of the temple.
Then, Qian Daoliu's sword light shattered.
The golden holy sword slipped from his hand and stuck into the ground, emitting a low hum.
Qian Daoliu's body swayed slightly, and he took half a step back.
Half a step.
The outcome was already decided.
Qian Renxue stood there, her chest heaving violently, her face deathly pale.
But she didn't fall.
She won.
He defeated Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Hall of Worship, a level 99 Peerless Douluo, and the most loyal guardian of the Angel God.
The main hall remained quiet for a long time.
Then, Qian Daoliu slowly raised his head and looked at Qian Renxue.
There was no disappointment on his face.
I feel only relief.
"Xue'er".
"congratulations."
"The angel's eighth test is complete."
As soon as he finished speaking, the angel statue suddenly lit up.
A majestic yet ethereal voice echoed within the temple.
[The angel's eighth test is complete.]
[Reward: Angel affinity increased by 15%.]
[Current Angel Affinity: 95%]
[The ninth test of the angels begins.]
[Inheriting the divine position of the angels.]
Golden rain of light descended from the sky, enveloping Qian Renxue's entire body.
Her wounds healed rapidly, her depleted soul power was restored, and her aura continued to rise.
But Qian Renxue did not show any joy.
Because she saw that Qian Daoliu's body was becoming illusory.
"grandfather?"
Qian Renxue's expression changed.
She took a sudden step forward.
Qian Daoliu raised his hand to stop her.
"Don't come any closer."
His voice was soft, yet carried his usual authority.
"Xue'er, the ninth test requires opening the true gate of inheritance for the Angel Godhood."
"And this door requires a sacrifice from its guardian."
Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Sacrifice?"
Her voice trembled for the first time.
"No—Grandpa, you never told me."
Qian Daoliu looked at her gently.
"Because if I had told you beforehand, you wouldn't have been able to unleash this sword strike."
Qian Renxue clenched her fists.
"I don't want to!"
"I have already completed the eighth test. I can complete the ninth test on my own; I don't need your sacrifice!"
Qian Daoliu shook his head.
"Silly child."
"The succession of angelic positions is never something that one person can accomplish alone."
"The guardian angels of the thousand families have held their divine positions for so many years, all for this moment."
He looked up at the angel statue at the end of the temple, his eyes filled with both nostalgia and relief.
"Your father didn't go that far."
"Your mother doesn't want to take this path."
"So, after waiting for so many years, Grandpa has finally met you."
Qian Renxue's eyes reddened.
She once thought she had stopped crying long ago.
But at this moment, she realized that she was still just the child being protected by her grandfather.
Qian Daoliu reached out and gently stroked the top of her head.
"Xue'er, remember this."
"After becoming a god, do not live for anyone else."
"And don't let hatred drag you into the abyss."
"Tang San walks the path of Rakshasa, while Tang Chuan walks the path of life."
"But you are walking the path of light."
"Light can judge darkness."
"But light cannot become another darkness."
Qian Renxue bit her lip tightly.
"grandfather----"
Qian Daoliu smiled.
The next moment, his body transformed into countless golden specks of light, slowly drifting towards the angel statue.
The entire temple shook violently.
The holy sword in the angel statue's hand finally shone brightly.
A golden gate leading to the inheritance of divine status slowly opened before Qian Renxue.
Behind the door, there was an endless sacred flame.
This is also the final test.
Qian Renxue stood in front of the door, silent for a long time.
Then, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
When she looked up again, her eyes had become cold and resolute once more.
"grandfather."
"I will become an angel god."
"I will also let everyone know that Qianjia has not lost."
She stepped through the golden gate.
boom!
Above the Temple of Angels, the phantom of the six-winged angel solidified completely.
The entire Wuhun City was enveloped in golden light.
At the same time, Tang Chuan, far away in the Sea of Death, seemed to sense something and looked up towards the mainland.
Outside Xingluo City, Tang San, who was entering the Rakshasa Space, suddenly stopped and looked at Wuhun City with a gloomy expression.
On the Douluo Continent, three distinct divine auras awakened almost simultaneously.
After the battle outside Xingluo City, Tang San was defeated, and the defeat was extremely humiliating.
He originally thought that with the power of the Rakshasa, he would be able to sweep everything away and devour the souls of the dead on the entire battlefield when Tang Chuan was not in Xingluo City, thereby taking his Rakshasa inheritance to the next level.
But he didn't expect that Tang Chuan had already planted the Blue Silver Life Mark beneath Xingluo City.
Even though his true form was far away in the Sea of Death, he could still send down an avatar of his will from afar to forcibly purify the souls of the entire city and steal all the soul power that he was about to obtain.
What Tang San found even more unacceptable was...
That manifestation of will was not even Tang Chuan's true form.
It was just a backup plan left by Tang Chuan.
One last trick ruined all his efforts.
This was even more humiliating for Tang San than losing to Tang Chuan in a head-on confrontation.
Inside the Rakshasa Space, purplish-black mist churned. Tang San knelt on an altar made of piled-up bones, his hands gripping the ground tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort.
Blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.
His black robe was tattered, and there was a deep, bluish-gold wound on his chest that revealed the bone.
That was a wound left by Tang Chuan's life force.
Ordinary soul power could not heal it, nor could the power of the Rakshasa God completely absorb it. That scar was like a brand, constantly reminding Tang San that he had once again been defeated by Tang Chuan.
"Tang Chuan----"
Tang San lowered his head, his voice hoarse as if squeezed out from his throat.
Why?
Why do you always stand in my way?
"Why do you always appear just when I'm about to succeed?"
From within the purplish-black mist, a faint female voice slowly rang out.
The voice was cold, eerie, and filled with endless allure.
"Because you're not strong enough."
Tang San suddenly looked up.
The mist ahead condensed, transforming into a blurry divine figure.
Rakshasa.
Although it was just a lingering regret, it still filled the entire space with oppression.
Tang San stared intently at the divine figure.
"I have accepted your power."
"I have abandoned everything from the past."
"I'm even willing to forgo the Sea God's legacy."
"Why can't I still beat Tang Chuan?"
The Rakshasa God Shadow let out a low laugh.
"Because you haven't abandoned it thoroughly enough."
Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.
Rakshasa Shadow continued, "You still have Xiao Wu in your heart."
"They're still thinking about reviving her."
"I'm still trying to use this love to find a reason for your downfall."
"Tang San, you think you're sacrificing everything for your lover."
"But in reality, you just dare not admit that you have been enjoying the power that comes from devouring souls."
Tang San's face suddenly turned ferocious.
"Shut up!"
But the Rakshasa's shadow did not stop.
"You want to beat Tang Chuan."
"You want to prove that you are the true protagonist of Douluo Continent. You want all those who once looked down on you, betrayed you, and abandoned you to kneel before you."
"And Xiao Wu is just your last fig leaf."
Tang San trembled all over.
He gripped the Rakshasa Scythe tightly and slashed fiercely at the divine figure.
However, the blade pierced through the mist but struck nothing.
The laughter of the Rakshasa God Shadow was even more grating.
"Anger is useless."
"Tang Chuan has begun to settle accounts with you."
"Qian Renxue is also about to complete the ninth test of the angels."
"If you don't improve your strength, once they truly become gods, you won't even have the right to struggle."
Tang San slowly lowered his head.
His breathing became heavier and heavier.
After a long pause, he suddenly asked, "What should I do?"
Rakshasa's voice lowered.
"soul."
"More souls."
"Although the souls of those who perished on the battlefield harbor great resentment, their numbers are limited, and they are easily purified by Tang Chuan."
"But there are still countless living people on the Douluo Continent."
"city."
"Villages and towns".
"Sect".
"empire."
"If you're willing, the entire continent can be your altar."
Tang San fell silent.
The image of Xiao Wu appeared in his mind.
The girl in the pink dress once stood beside him and said, "Third Brother, no matter what happens, I will be with you."
Tang San closed his eyes.
Xiao Wu is dead.
She was forced to sacrifice herself to Tang Chuan, and even her soul almost dissipated.
Tang San once swore that he would resurrect her.
at all costs.
But now, the price is right in front of us.
A city.
Ten cities.
Millions of people.
Millions of people.
If he collects enough souls, he can completely transform the power of the Rakshasa God, and even use the Rakshasa Altar to reverse life and death, reshaping Xiao Wu's soul and body.
Tang San slowly opened his eyes.
The last trace of struggle in his eyes finally disappeared.
"As long as Xiao Wu can be resurrected."
"It's worth it no matter how many people die."