Thus, when she confirmed that the person before her was Qian Daoliu, the Snow Empress felt a strong sense of fortune rather than fear.
She was glad she hadn't been arrogant at all. The moment she sensed the other's unfathomable strength, she had unhesitatingly triggered the celestial phenomena and summoned the power of the entire Extreme North.
Although rumors said the Angel God Position had shattered ten thousand years ago and Qian Daoliu should no longer be able to use the angel divine force, one must always be prepared for the unexpected.
Facing a former demigod, one could never be too cautious.
"Very well."
The cold around the Snow Empress rose again, and the floating ice crystals emitted an increasingly sharp hum.
"For an existence to be able to make a figure like you 'return from the dead' and be willing to be driven by them, it seems their ambitions are not small. But if you want to take my life, relying on you, Qian Daoliu... it's not enough."
The Snow Empress's words clearly reached Qian Daoliu's ears.
He understood that the Snow Empress viewed them as Puppets and tools resurrected and driven by some mastermind behind the scenes.
A flicker of indescribable complex emotion flashed deep within his eyes.
Driven?
No, it wasn't like that.
At least for him, and for those like them who retained their complete Remembrance and will, it wasn't simple driving.
They themselves didn't even know exactly where that great power—which reversed life and death and reawakened them from the dust of history—originated from or what its purpose was.
That mysterious existence seemed like a cold observer, granting them a "second life" and then no longer interfering.
But that didn't matter.
Qian Daoliu had no desire to explain, nor did he think it necessary.
For beings like them who had already crossed the boundary of life and death, the reason for the process was far less important than the established fact.
Living a second life was an indisputable fact.
Regardless of the schemes hidden behind this "gift," he was... grateful.
Yes, grateful.
Because this second life allowed him to know what a miserable end the Spirit Hall—which had once been brilliant and prosperous, carrying his lifelong beliefs and efforts—had met after his "fall."
It let him know how his granddaughter Qian Renxue, in whom he had placed all his hope and pride, had died with resentment after her God Position was shattered.
It let him "see" with his own eyes how the angelic divine light that once illuminated the continent and symbolized Order and justice had been completely extinguished, becoming the embers of history.
This truth had been burning his Soul day and night since his resurrection.
He, Qian Daoliu, had dedicated his life to the Spirit Hall, piously believing in the god of angels and guarding the Order and glory of the continent.
He once thought the faith in the Spirit Hall and the angels would be as eternal as the sun.
But reality had dealt him the cruelest blow—faith collapsed, the Legacy was severed, the foundation was destroyed, and the Bloodline was tarnished.
How could he not be angry? How could he be reconciled?!
This surging rage and endless unwillingness had transformed into the most determined obsession and the coldest motivation from the moment he revived.
A World without the Spirit Hall and the god of angels was not the World he wanted.
This current World, which had lost its divine guidance and fallen into chaos and strife, needed to be "corrected" and reshaped.
Therefore, after his resurrection, he set aside his pride and principles as a former Grand Elder of Judgment and Limit Douluo, secretly gathering all the forces that had revived due to the "myriad karma true blood" and were willing to follow him.
Whether they were enemies from ten thousand years ago or strangers, as long as their goals were aligned, they could unite.
Casting aside past grievances, they jointly founded the "Hall of Rebirth."
They were no longer the dust of history; they were returning from the kingdom of death to personally create a new World belonging to these "returnees" that matched the ideal blueprint in their hearts.
The Extreme North Land, with its vast resources and special environment, far from the core areas of humanity, was the most ideal starting point for establishing the "Kingdom of the Dead."
And the Snow Empress, the Dominator of the Extreme North, was the greatest obstacle they had to clear in their plan.
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