Chapter 404: As Long as I Can Resurrect Xiao Wu, It Doesn't Matter How Many People Die!
"Grandfather."
Qian Renxue slowly stood up.
The Soul Power in her body was almost depleted, and her Angelic Domain had been shattered time and again by Qian Daoliu.
Yet her eyes were brighter than ever before.
"Since I was a child, 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 cannot cry, I cannot lose, and I cannot show weakness."
She clenched the Angelic Sacred Sword, blood dripping down from her palm.
"But no one has ever asked me if I want to become the 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 Grandfather, and to prove that I am stronger than Tang Chuan."
"But only now do I understand."
"A God Position is not a glory bestowed upon me by others."
"But rather a destiny I must grasp with my own hands."
As her voice fell, the Seraphim Martial Soul behind Qian Renxue suddenly erupted with an unprecedented light. The Angelic Domain, which was originally on the verge of shattering, condensed once more at this moment.
It was not expanding outward.
But retracting inward.
All the golden radiance flooded into Qian Renxue's body.
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The angel imprint on her forehead burned, looking like a miniature sun.
Looking at this scene, a look of gratification appeared in Qian Daoliu's eyes for the first time.
"Very well."
"Xue'er, you finally understand."
He slowly raised his hand.
In an instant, the entire Angel God Temple shook violently.
Behind Qian Daoliu, the phantom of the Seraphim suddenly solidified, and a giant golden sacred sword descended from the sky, falling into his palm.
At that moment, he was no longer just a rank ninety-nine super Douluo.
But rather like the Angel God's final gatekeeper in the mortal realm.
"Then let Grandfather see."
"Whether you are qualified to truly inherit the Angel God Position!"
Boom!
Qian Daoliu took a step forward.
The golden sacred sword slashed down, and terrifying holy flames swept through the entire hall.
With this strike, Qian Daoliu did not hold back.
Because he knew that if Qian Renxue could not block it, she was not worthy of continuing down this path.
Qian Renxue looked up at the descending sacred sword, no fear in her eyes.
She gripped the Angelic Sacred Sword with both hands, and the six wings behind her unfurled simultaneously.
In the next moment, her ninth Soul Ring suddenly lit up.
A golden sword light soared into the sky.
The two sacred swords collided violently in mid-air.
Rumble—!
The entire temple was engulfed in golden light.
The terrifying shockwave expanded in all directions, the temple floor cracking inch by inch, and the giant stone pillars exploding one after another.
Qian Renxue groaned as her body was sent flying backward, slamming heavily against the temple wall.
But she did not fall.
Gritting her teeth, she charged out once more.
A flash of heartache crossed Qian Daoliu's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by cold severity.
"Too weak!"
He swept his sword horizontally.
Qian Renxue was knocked back once again.
"With only this level of power, on what basis do you think you can become the Angel God?"
Another sword strike.
A bloody gash was slashed open on Qian Renxue's shoulder.
"Based on your pride?"
The third strike.
The Angelic Sacred Sword almost flew from her hand.
"Or based on the resentment in your heart?"
Qian Daoliu's voice was like thunder, each word striking heavily upon Qian Renxue's heart.
"Xue'er, a god cannot live on hatred alone!"
Qian Renxue's body trembled.
Hatred.
Of course she had hated.
She hated Bibi Dong for never loving her like a mother.
She hated the people of the Heaven Dou Empire for ruining her plans time and again.
She hated Tang Chuan, who, despite also coming from a humble background, could make so many people willingly follow him.
She also hated herself, hated that despite possessing the most noble Bloodline, she was always like a Puppet pushed along by destiny.
But now—
She suddenly smiled.
"Grandfather."
Qian Renxue raised her head, blood sliding down her face, but her eyes were incredibly calm.
"I will no longer live on hatred."
"Nor will I become a god for anyone else's expectations."
"From this day forth, I am myself. I am not a tool of the Spirit Hall, nor 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."
As her voice fell.
The Angelic Sacred Sword in her hand suddenly let out a crisp ring.
The cracks on the blade stopped spreading, and instead, it was covered in a layer of pure golden flames.
The Seraphim Martial Soul behind Qian Renxue also underwent a change at this moment.
Upon the six wings, a faint layer of divine patterns emerged.
That was not Soul Power.
That was the prototype of divine force.
Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted slightly.
Immediately after, he smiled.
"Good."
"This is indeed a descendant of my Qian family."
"This is the true successor of the Angel God!"
Qian Daoliu gripped the sword with both hands, pushing his own Soul Power to its absolute limit.
Nine Soul Rings burned together.
Especially the final red Soul Ring, which erupted with a dazzling radiance.
The Seraphim phantom behind him completely integrated into his body.
At this moment, the aura on Qian Daoliu's body was infinitely close to a demigod.
"Xue'er, take Grandfather's final strike!"
"Angelic Judgment!"
A golden sword light pierced through the temple.
The moment this strike was unleashed, it felt as if even the sky was torn open.
Qian Renxue stood in place, not retreating.
She slowly closed her eyes.
In the next instant, she opened them again.
Only pure gold remained in her eyes.
"Angelic Domain."
"World Purge."
Boom!
Endless golden light erupted from her body.
At this moment, the sky above the entire Spirit City lit up.
Countless people raised their heads, shocked to see a pillar of light rising toward the sky from the direction of the Angel God Temple.
Within the pillar of light, a Seraphim phantom slowly unfurled its wings.
Sacred, majestic, and inviolable.
Qian Renxue slashed out.
There were no flashy Moves.
No anger.
No resentment.
Only extremely pure light.
The two sword lights collided in the center of the temple.
Then, Qian Daoliu's sword light shattered.
The golden sacred sword slipped from his hand and stabbed into the ground, letting out a low hum.
Qian Daoliu's body swayed slightly, and he took half a step back.
Half a step.
And the victor had already been decided.
Qian Renxue stood in place, her chest heaving violently, her face pale to the extreme.
But she did not fall.
She had won.
She had defeated Qian Daoliu, this High Priest of the Priest Hall, a rank ninety-nine super Douluo, and the most loyal guardian of the Angel God.
Within the great hall, it was quiet for a long time.
Then, Qian Daoliu slowly raised his head and looked at Qian Renxue.
There was no disappointment on his face.
Only gratification.
"Xue'er."
"Congratulations."
"The Eighth Angel Trial has been completed."
As his voice fell, the Angel Statue suddenly lit up.
A majestic and ethereal voice echoed within the temple.
[Eighth Angel Trial completed.]
[Reward: Angel compatibility increased by fifteen percent.]
[Current Angel compatibility: ninety-five percent.]
[Ninth Angel Trial initiated.]
[Inherit the Angel God Position.]
A golden rain of light fell from the sky, enveloping Qian Renxue's entire body.
The wounds on her body healed rapidly, her depleted Soul Power was restored, and her entire aura continued to climb.
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.
But Qian Daoliu raised his hand to stop her.
"Don't come over."
His voice was very soft, yet carried his usual majesty.
"Xue'er, the Ninth Trial requires opening the true Gate of Legacy of the Angel God Position."
"And this gate requires the sacrifice of a guardian."
Qian Renxue's pupils contracted suddenly.
"Sacrifice?"
Her voice trembled for the first time.
"No—Grandfather, 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 that strike."
Qian Renxue clenched her fists.
"I don't want to!"
"I've already completed the Eighth Trial. I can complete the Ninth Trial on my own, I don't need your sacrifice!"
Qian Daoliu shook his head.
"Silly child."
"The Legacy of the Angel God Position has never been something one person can complete alone."
"The Qian family has guarded the Angel God Position for so many years just for this moment."
He looked up at the Angel Statue at the end of the temple, nostalgia and relief in his eyes.
"Your father did not reach this step."
"Your mother was unwilling to walk this path."
"So, Grandfather has waited for so many years, and finally, I have you."
Qian Renxue's eyes grew red.
She had once thought she had long forgotten how to cry.
But at this moment, she realized she was still just that child protected behind her grandfather's back.
Qian Daoliu reached out and gently stroked the top of her head.
"Xue'er, remember."
"After becoming a god, do not live for anyone else ever again."
"And do not let hatred drag you into the abyss."
"Tang San walks the Rakshasa path, while Tang Chuan walks the path of life."
"And you, you walk the path of light."
"Light can judge darkness."
"But light must not become another darkness."
Qian Renxue bit her lip hard.
"Grandfather—"
Qian Daoliu smiled.
In the next moment, his body dissolved into countless golden specks of light, slowly drifting toward the Angel Statue.
The entire temple shook violently.
The sacred sword in the hand of the Angel Statue finally lit up completely.
A golden gate leading to the Legacy of the God Position slowly opened before Qian Renxue.
Behind the gate were endless holy flames.
And the final trial.
Qian Renxue stood before the gate, remaining silent for a long time.
Then, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
When she raised her head again, her eyes had become cold and resolute once more.
"Grandfather."
"I will become the Angel God."
"And I will let everyone know that the Qian family has not lost."
She took a step into the golden gate.
Boom!
Above the Angel God Temple, the Seraphim phantom solidified completely.
The entire Spirit City was enveloped in golden light.
At the same time, far away in the Sea of Death, Tang Chuan seemed to sense something and looked up toward the direction of the continent.
Outside Star Luo City, Tang San, who was escaping into the Rakshasa Space, also abruptly stopped his pace, looking toward Spirit City with a gloomy face.
Upon the Douluo Continent, three completely different divine auras awakened almost at the exact same time.
After the battle outside Star Luo City, Tang San was defeated, and he had lost in an extremely unsightly manner.
He originally thought that by relying on the Rakshasa Divine Power, it would be enough to sweep away everything while Tang Chuan was not in Star Luo City, devouring the Souls of the dead across the entire battlefield to take his Rakshasa Legacy a step further.
But he did not expect that Tang Chuan had already buried a Blue Silver Life Imprint beneath Star Luo City.
Even though his Physical Body was far away in the Sea of Death, he could still project an Incarnation of his will across space, forcibly purifying the Souls of the dead throughout the city and snatching away all the Soul Power that was about to fall into Tang San's hands.
What Tang San found even more unacceptable was that...
...that Incarnation of will was not even Tang Chuan's actual body.
It was merely a backup plan left behind by Tang Chuan.
A single backup plan had caused all his efforts to fail at the final step.
This was even more humiliating to Tang San than losing to Tang Chuan in a direct confrontation.
Within the Rakshasa Space, purplish-black mist churned. Tang San knelt upon an altar piled high with bones, his hands bracing against the ground so hard that his knuckles turned white.
Blood continuously spilled from the corners of his mouth.
The black robe on his body was tattered, and there was a deep, bone-deep blue-gold scar on his chest.
That was a wound left by Tang Chuan's divine force of life.
Ordinary Soul Power could not heal it, nor could the Rakshasa Divine Power completely devour it. That scar was like a brand, constantly reminding Tang San that he had lost to Tang Chuan once again.
"Tang Chuan—"
Tang San lowered his head, his voice so hoarse it sounded as if it were squeezed out of his throat.
"Why?"
"Why do you always have to stand in my way?"
"Why do you always appear every time I'm about to succeed?"
Within the purplish-black mist, an illusory female voice slowly echoed.
The voice was cold, eerie, and filled with endless temptation.
"Because you are still not strong enough."
Tang San abruptly raised his head.
The mist ahead coalesced, transforming into a blurry divine silhouette.
The Rakshasa God.
Even though it was merely a remnant thought, it still filled the entire space with pressure.
Tang San stared intently at the divine silhouette.
"I have already accepted your power."
"I have already discarded everything from my past."
"I am even willing to give up the Sea God Legacy."
"Why can't I still defeat Tang Chuan?"
The Rakshasa God silhouette let out a low laugh.
"Because you haven't discarded them thoroughly enough."
Tang San's pupils shrank slightly.
The Rakshasa God silhouette continued, "You still have Xiao Wu in your heart."
"You are still thinking of resurrecting her."
"You still want to use this love to find an excuse for your fall."
"Tang San, you think you are sacrificing everything for your beloved."
"But in reality, you just dare not admit that you have already begun to enjoy the power brought by devouring Souls."
Tang San's face suddenly turned hideous.
"Shut up!"
The Rakshasa God silhouette did not stop.
"You want to defeat Tang Chuan."
"You want to prove that you are the true protagonist of the Douluo Continent. You want everyone who once looked down on you, betrayed you, and abandoned you to kneel before you."
"And Xiao Wu is merely your final fig leaf."
Tang San trembled all over.
He gripped the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe and slashed violently at the divine silhouette.
However, the blade passed through the mist, hitting nothing at all.
The Rakshasa God silhouette's laughter became even more ear-piercing.
"Anger is useless."
"Tang Chuan has already begun to settle scores with you."
"Qian Renxue is also about to complete the Ninth Angel Trial."
"If you still do not increase your strength, once they truly become gods, you won't even have the qualification to struggle."
Tang San slowly lowered his head.
His breathing grew heavier and heavier.
After a long time, he suddenly asked, "What do I need to do?"
The Rakshasa God silhouette's voice lowered.
"Souls."
"More Souls."
"Although the Souls of the dead on the battlefield carry heavy resentment, their numbers are limited, and they are easily purified by Tang Chuan."
"But on the Douluo Continent, there are still countless living people."
"Cities."
"Towns."
"Sects."
"Empires."
"As long as you are willing, the entire continent can be your altar."
Tang San fell silent.
Xiao Wu's figure surfaced in his mind.
The young girl in the pink dress who once stood by his side and said to him, "Third Brother, no matter what happens, I will stay with you."
Tang San closed his eyes.
Xiao Wu was dead.
She had been forced to sacrifice herself to Tang Chuan, and even her Soul was on the verge of dispersing.
Tang San had once sworn that he would resurrect her.
No matter the cost.
But now, this cost lay right before his eyes.
One city.
Ten cities.
Millions of people.
Tens of millions of people.
As long as he collected enough Souls, he could allow his Rakshasa Divine Power to thoroughly transform, and even use a Rakshasa altar to reverse life and death, reshaping Xiao Wu's Soul and Physical Body.
Tang San slowly opened his eyes.
The final trace of struggle in his eyes finally vanished.
"As long as I can resurrect Xiao Wu..."
"...it doesn't matter how many people die; it will all be worth it."
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