Chapter 408: Angel 9th Trial! Inheriting the God Position!
A moment later, Qian Renxue slowly raised her head, killing intent already appearing in her eyes.
"Tang San, he has truly gone mad."
Qian Daoliu said in a deep voice:
"It is not that he has gone mad, but that he has completely fallen into the Rakshasa."
A High Priest could not help but speak: "High Priest, Tang San already had a feud with Tang Chuan, and now while Tang Chuan is still on Sea God Island, Tang San is slaughtering cities all over the continent. If we let him continue like this, I fear the entire continent will be dragged by him into the rakshasa altar."
Another High Priest gritted his teeth and said:
"The more troublesome thing is that Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo have all been resurrected by him as undead Puppets. If those undead truly possess the combat power of a Titled Douluo, ordinary cities simply cannot stop them."
"Especially Bibi Dong."
When this name was mentioned, the atmosphere in the hall obviously sank.
Bibi Dong was once the Pope of Spirit Hall.
Even though her relationship with the Priest Hall was complicated, no one dared to underestimate her strength.
Now that she had been resurrected from the dead, she had become an undead Puppet in Tang San's hands.
For Spirit Hall, this was not just a threat, but a humiliation.
Qian Renxue's gaze became colder.
"Bibi Dong..."
Her voice was very soft, and one could not hear much emotion.
But Qian Daoliu, who was familiar with her, knew that Qian Renxue's heart was not calm.
No matter how Bibi Dong treated her when she was alive, she was ultimately her mother.
Now Tang San actually dared to refine Bibi Dong into a mindless undead Puppet.
This was equivalent to ruthlessly trampling the last trace of complex family affection in Qian Renxue's heart under his feet.
Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renxue and said slowly:
"Xue'er, now is not the time to be angry."
Qian Renxue raised her eyes.
"What does Grandfather want to say?"
Qian Daoliu stood up from the main seat.
He walked to the statue of the Angel God and looked up at the giant Seraphim. The golden radiance fell on his white hair, making this High Priest of Spirit Hall appear even older, and even more majestic.
"Tang San slaughtering cities and devouring Souls is not just to resurrect a few undead."
"His true purpose is to use these dead Souls to push forward the Legacy of the Rakshasa God Position."
"The more he slaughters, the heavier the resentment, and the deeper his connection with the Rakshasa God Position becomes."
"If we wait until he completely inherits the Rakshasa God Position, coupled with those seven Undead Titled Douluo, the entire continent will fall into disaster."
Qian Renxue said in a deep voice:
"Then let's kill him now."
"I will go personally."
She turned to leave.
But Qian Daoliu shouted:
"Stop!"
Qian Renxue's footsteps paused.
Qian Daoliu looked at her back, his voice low and stern.
"If you go now, you cannot kill him."
Qian Renxue turned back abruptly.
"Does Grandfather think I am inferior to him?"
"It is not that you are inferior."
Qian Daoliu shook his head.
"It is that you are not yet a god."
"Although Tang San has not yet fully become a god, he can already use the Rakshasa Space to shuttle across the continent, and he has a large number of dead Souls as offerings in his hands."
"If you rashly pursue him, he will not engage you in a head-on battle, but will only continuously slaughter cities and keep fleeing. You cannot save every city, nor can you stop him from continuing to grow stronger."
Qian Renxue fell silent.
She knew that what Qian Daoliu said was the truth.
The most terrifying thing about Tang San now was not his head-on combat power.
It was that he had completely abandoned all bottom lines.
He would not care about the life or death of ordinary people.
He would not care about the destruction of cities.
He would not even care if those resurrected people still had consciousness.
As long as he could become stronger, he would do anything.
And if she was still only at the half-step Divine Rank, she would never be able to completely suppress and kill Tang San within the Rakshasa Space.
Qian Daoliu slowly walked in front of Qian Renxue.
"Xue'er, start the Angel 9th Trial."
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of all the High Priests in the hall changed.
Although they had long known that this day would come.
But when Qian Daoliu truly said these words, everyone's heart still sank violently.
The Angel 9th Trial.
Inheriting the Angel God Position. And this final trial must be initiated by the guardian of the Angel God Position to truly open the gate of Legacy.
Qian Renxue naturally understood what this meant.
She looked at Qian Daoliu, her voice slightly tight.
"Grandfather, it hasn't reached that point yet."
Qian Daoliu said calmly:
"It has already reached it."
"Tang Chuan is on Sea God Island, walking the Sea God Legacy."
"Tang San is on the continent, slaughtering cities and devouring Souls with the power of Rakshasa."
"The three God Position powers on the Douluo Continent have all awakened."
"Life, Rakshasa, Angel. Xue'er, if you hesitate any longer, once Tang San truly becomes a god, what you will have to face will not just be a fallen Soul Master."
"But a Rakshasa God forged from the dead Souls of the entire continent."
Qian Renxue clenched her fists tightly.
She could feel the Angel mark between her brows burning.
It was as if the Angel God Position itself was urging her to take the final step.
But...
She looked up at Qian Daoliu.
"If I start the Angel 9th Trial, Grandfather will die."
The hall became even quieter.
But Qian Daoliu smiled.
That smile was very faint, but it carried a calmness that had long seen through life and death.
"Xue'er, from the day Grandfather became the guardian of the Angel God Position, it was already destined that I would die for this moment."
Qian Renxue's eyes were slightly red.
"I don't want to trade your life for the God Position."
"This is not a trade."
Qian Daoliu looked at her, his tone unprecedentedly gentle.
"This is the mission of the Qian family."
"It is also the last thing Grandfather can do for you."
Qian Renxue did not speak.
She had experienced too much coldness, too much exploitation, and too much betrayal.
From childhood to adulthood, the only person who stood behind her without reservation was Qian Daoliu.
She could face Tang San.
She could face Tang Chuan, she could face any enemy on the continent, but she could not calmly accept that the final step of her becoming a god was watching her grandfather sacrifice himself.
Qian Daoliu seemed to see her pain.
He raised his hand and gently placed it on Qian Renxue's shoulder.
"Xue'er, do not think of this as a loss."
"After you become a god, Grandfather will be with you in another way."
"In the Angel Holy Light, there is the will of the Qian family's generations of guardians."
"I will not truly leave."
Qian Renxue said in a low voice:
"But I still won't be able to see you."
Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment.
Then, he said softly:
"You have grown up."
"Those who have grown up must always learn to move forward alone."
Qian Renxue closed her eyes.
After a long time, she opened them again.
The fragility in her eyes had been suppressed bit by bit.
Replacing it was coldness, majesty, and firmness.
She turned to look at the statue of the Angel God.
"Tang San refined my mother into an undead, slaughtered the innocent, and devoured Souls to become a demon."
"I will settle this account with him personally."
"Tang Chuan walks the Sea God path, and Tang San walks the Rakshasa path."
"Then I will use the Angel Holy Light to judge all darkness on this continent."
Hearing this, a look of gratification appeared in Qian Daoliu's eyes, and he said:
"This is the true successor of the Angel God."
He turned to look at the High Priests in the hall.
"Pass down the order."
"Spirit City is entering the highest alert."
"No Soul Master is allowed to leave the city without authorization."
"For the various Spirit Hall branches, evacuate if you can; if you cannot, organize the common people to take refuge on the spot."
"If you encounter Tang San, do not fight to the death, just delay time."
A High Priest asked in a deep voice:
"High Priest, what if the undead Bibi Dong leads Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo to attack?"
Qian Daoliu's eyes turned cold.
"Delay them."
"Do not think about killing them."
"Those undead are not the living; they have no pain, no fear, and no retreat."
"Before Xue'er becomes a god, any head-on decisive battle is meaningless."
The High Priests said in unison:
"Yes!"
Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renxue again.
"Xue'er, follow me to the Angel Secret Realm."
"The 9th Trial cannot wait any longer."
Qian Renxue nodded.
"Okay."
As the words fell, the statue of the Angel God suddenly erupted with dazzling light.
The entire Priest Hall began to shake.
Golden flames rose from the feet of the statue, spreading to the surroundings along the ancient patterns on the ground.
One by one, the Angel God patterns were lit up.
In the center of the hall, a golden altar slowly emerged.
Above the altar, the phantom of the Seraphim flickered in and out of existence.
"Follow me."
As the words fell, Qian Daoliu walked to the front of the Seraphim statue.
On his forehead, a diamond-shaped golden mark slowly lit up.
The next moment, a beam of pure golden light shot out from between his brows and landed on the center of the Angel statue's brows.
Hum—
The entire Priest Hall shook violently.
Between the brows of the Angel statue, a golden vortex actually slowly emerged.
The vortex rotated silently, like a gate leading to another World.
Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed slightly.
Even though she had accepted the 8th Trial, she had never seen the true secret hidden in the Priest Hall.
Qian Daoliu looked back at her.
"The real Angel God Temple is not here."
"This is just the entrance."
After speaking, he did not hesitate at all, his figure turned into a ray of golden light and crashed directly into the vortex at the center of the Angel statue's brows.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath; she did not hesitate anymore, her golden wings unfolded behind her, and she turned into a stream of light, following Qian Daoliu into the vortex.
In an instant, all sounds from the outside World disappeared.
Qian Renxue only felt that she had passed through an incomparably long golden passage.
All around was flowing light.
There was no up or down, no left or right.
Only endless warmth enveloped her body.
I do not know how much time passed, but the light in front of her suddenly dispersed.
She landed in a strange great hall.
This great hall seemed to be floating in the depths of the starry sky.
There were no walls around, only six huge golden stone pillars supporting the dome.
Under her feet was a transparent golden ground; below the ground, countless stars were slowly flowing.
On each stone pillar, feather-like God patterns were engraved.
Those God patterns were ancient and sacred, as if carrying the faith of the Angel lineage for countless years.
In the center of the hall, there was a three-meter-high Seraphim statue.
Unlike the giant statue in the Priest Hall, this statue was not brilliant.
It was gray all over, as if it had been sleeping for countless years.
In front of the statue, a long sword, also gray and lusterless, was quietly inserted into the ground.
Qian Renxue looked at that sword.
Just by looking at it, the Angel Soul Power in her body began to boil uncontrollably.
Qian Daoliu stood in front of the statue, his voice carrying a trace of undisguised excitement.
"This is the real Angel God Temple."
"It is also the place where you will complete the final trial of the Angel 9th Trial."
"Xue'er, from today on, you will no longer be just the successor of the Angel God."
"You will truly become the Angel God."
Qian Renxue looked at the gray statue, and an unprecedented sense of oppression welled up in her heart.
Becoming a god.
She had heard these two words since she was a child.
Everyone told her that she was born to inherit the Angel God Position.
For Spirit Hall, for the Qian family, for Grandfather's expectations. But it was not until this moment, when she truly stood in the Angel God Temple, that she understood how heavy these two words really were.
Qian Daoliu pointed to the gray long sword.
"Use your blood to awaken it."
Qian Renxue stepped forward.
On the hilt of the sword, there was a transparent gemstone.
She raised her right hand, golden light flashed at her fingertips, and fresh blood flowed out from her fingertip.
That was not ordinary blood.
The blood carried a faint golden light, containing an extremely pure Angel sacred aura.
The moment the blood fell on the gemstone, the gemstone suddenly lit up.
Immediately after, a terrifying suction force came from the gemstone.
Qian Renxue's finger was firmly sucked onto it.
Fresh blood gushed into the gemstone uncontrollably.
Her face turned slightly pale.
Her Soul Power was drawn, and her Seraphim Martial Soul released on its own.
Circles of Soul Rings rose from under her feet, and golden wings unfolded behind her.
That long sword, which was originally gray and lusterless, finally began to change.
First the hilt lit up.
Then the sword body; strands of golden light spread along the sword body, as if a Divine Artifact that had been asleep for countless years was waking up from deathly silence.
At the same time, the patterns of the entire Angel God Temple also began to revive.
The feather patterns on the stone pillars lit up one by one.
The stars below the ground seemed to become closer.
Qian Renxue could feel that her blood, Soul Power, Martial Soul, and even vitality were being crazily devoured by that sword.
A sense of weakness kept washing over her, but she gritted her teeth and did not take half a step back.
Qian Daoliu stood on the side, his eyes filled with intertwined fervor and kindness.
"Finally waited for it."
"I have waited for this day for too long."
His voice was very soft.
As if he was speaking to Qian Renxue, and as if he was speaking to himself.
The next moment, he slowly took a step forward and stood between the gray Angel statue and the gradually reviving Angelic Sacred Sword.
Qian Renxue's heart suddenly trembled.
A strong sense of unease welled up in her heart.
"Grandfather?"
Qian Daoliu looked at her, a gentle smile appearing on his face.
"Xue'er, don't be afraid."
"This is your final trial."
"It is also Grandfather's final trial."
Qian Renxue's pupils shrank suddenly.
"Grandfather, what are you going to do?"
Qian Daoliu did not answer immediately.
He just looked up at the gray Angel statue, his eyes without fear, only relief.
"The inheritance of the Angel God Position has never been a matter for the successor alone."
"The God Position needs a successor."
"It also needs a guardian."
"And I am the guardian of this generation's Angel God Position."
"My existence, from the very beginning, was to wait for this day."
Qian Renxue's expression finally changed.
She desperately wanted to pull her hand back, but that gemstone sucked her firmly.
She could not move.
She could not break free.
Even her Soul Power was being continuously drained by the Angelic Sacred Sword.
"Grandfather, no!"
Qian Daoliu just smiled.
"Silly child."
"To gain, one must lose."
"The Qian family has guarded the Angel God Position for countless years; someone must complete the final step."
"Your father did not do it."
"I cannot do it either."
"But you can."
Boom—
Golden flames suddenly rose from within Qian Daoliu's body.
Those flames did not have a scorching temperature, but they made the entire Angel God Temple instantly as bright as day.
Qian Daoliu's nine Soul Rings appeared one by one.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red.
The next instant, the nine Soul Rings burned simultaneously.
Not just the Soul Rings, but also his Soul Power, his flesh and blood, his Soul, and even everything he had as a super Douluo. Everything burned, turning into the purest Angel divine fire.
Qian Renxue's eyes instantly turned red.
"Grandfather!"
She struggled desperately, but her body still could not move.
She could only watch helplessly as Qian Daoliu was engulfed by the golden flames.
And that gray Angel statue was crazily devouring the power sacrificed by Qian Daoliu.
The statue began to change from gray.
First the forehead.
Then the wings.
Finally, the entire statue glowed with a faint golden light.
Qian Daoliu's voice rang out in the flames.
"Xue'er, listen to Grandfather."
"There is one thing I have never told you."
(End of Chapter)
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