Old Guo's legs gave way as he fell to his knees on the spot, his aged voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you… for this miracle…Angel Goddess .... Goddess of Miracles"
The villagers followed kneeling and bowing their heads with tears silently falling.
The name Goddess of Miracles was coined by the common people of Douluo continent because of the weird ways Qian Renxue fulfils their wishes.
Alsmost at the same time within the Spirit Hall branch of Mushroom village—
The faint silhouette wrapped in an aura that seemed both real and illusory revealed itself as Qian Renxue.
Her figure was not present in the physical world, yet it overlapped perfectly with reality, as if she existed in a higher dimension that ordinary beings could neither perceive nor touch.
She was a special clone created by Qian Renxue using her Authority as the Goddess of Dreams and Memories.
Through this method, every Spirit Hall branch across the Douluo Continent served as an anchor point, allowing her presence to descend in fragments—subtle, unnoticed, yet omnipresent.
Each branch held a "her" and each "her" was real.
In her palm floated a small sphere of light.
It pulsed gently, neither dazzling nor dim, but carrying an indescribable warmth.
Her originally emotionless face softened ever so slightly, as if touched by something distant yet familiar.
A faint gentleness appeared in her expression.
"As the Angel Goddess once said… 'Sacred Heart'—that which responds to the wishes of all living beings."
"Angel Goddess… you were truly a genius."
Qian Renxue looked at the sphere of light in her hand, her eyes reflecting its glow.
"This is no ordinary divine power. Under specific conditions, it has begun forming a preliminary 'uniqueness'…"
Her tone carried a rare trace of admiration.
"A concept… born not from power alone, but from collective will."
Her fingers tightened slightly around the light.
"The nature it embodies…is Hope."
Then her gaze deepened.
"It has also helped me suppress the destructive thoughts within me."
Her voice grew colder, more analytical.
"Otherwise… what happened during the inheritance… Angel Godhood"
She—did not fully believe it had been mere coincidence.
"If that preliminary uniqueness of 'Hope' attached to the Angel Throne did not exist…"
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"…I would have survived. But I would no longer be 'me.'"
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"I would have become an emotionless existence… overlooking the world like a machine."
"And perhaps… unknowingly stepping into a trap that had already been prepared."
A faint chill spread through the space.
"Is the one who… interfered at that moment able to spy on me even in this state?"
While she had a guess about the one who had a hand in all this, but out of caution she won't say the name.
Qian Renxue slowly closed her palm, the sphere of light dimming slightly before stabilizing again.
"Although I would prefer to deal with that hidden danger…there are more immediate matters to deal with."
Her gaze lifted, piercing through layers of space crossing mountains, cities, and countless lives—
Until it settled upon Heaven Dou City.
"A scum reincarnator….needs a proper end."
Her voice carried neither anger nor hatred.
At that exact moment—Across the entire Douluo Continent—
Within every Spirit Hall branch—The clones of Qian Renxue—
All raised their heads simultaneously. All locked onto a single direction.
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Heaven Dou City
In a luxurious residence located within the upper district reserved for nobles, Yu Ming sat casually on the edge of a grand bed. A loose towel was wrapped around his lower body, and his posture carried an unrestrained ease, as if the world itself revolved around his whims.
A soft, breathy voice came from behind him.
"Ahh…"
It belonged to a woman lying on the bed, her expression dazed and unfocused, as if her will had long since been eroded. However, Yu Ming did not even spare her a glance.
To him—she was no different from the others, just another conquest.
At this moment, a faint pink glow flickered within Yu Ming's eyes, growing deeper and more mesmerizing.
His consciousness sank inward.
Inside his Spirit Sea—
Yu Ming stood before a figure that radiated an overwhelming charm.
It was a man of flawless proportions, his presence exuding an irresistible allure that seemed capable of distorting the emotions of any who gazed upon him. His upper body was bare, his physique appearing as though it had been carved by the hands of master artisans, every line perfect, every detail deliberate.
Even in the form of a mere divine intent—he was breathtaking.
This was the divine intent of the God of Eros—a First-Class Deity.
Yu Ming could not help but feel a flicker of envy whenever he faced him.
Although he himself had gained extraordinary charm after beginning the inheritance, compared to this existence, he still felt lacking.
As if sensing his thoughts, the God of Eros smiled lightly, his voice carrying a teasing tone.
"Ming… when you ascend to godhood, your body will naturally reach a level comparable to mine."
His eyes gleamed with amusement.
"At that time, you won't need to chase after anyone. They will come to you willingly."
Yu Ming clicked his tongue inwardly.
The God of Eros continued, his tone growing more satisfied.
"After all, although your nature is… indulgent, your compatibility with my divine authority was already at fifty percent before you even began the trial."
He let out a soft chuckle.
"It seems you were born to inherit my position."
(AN: Check out chapter 352 for Sacred Heart)