Douluo: Peerless Black Tortoise Moon God

Chapter 438 Qian Renxue: At all costs, let the glory of the Angelic Martial Soul shine once again across the Douluo Continent.
On the desolate land, sandstorms raged, burying countless historical sites. Following Qian Renxue's guidance, Ye Guyi approached the earth, her long golden hair fluttering, obscuring half of her jade-like face.

"When you see the relics of your ancestors, first calm your mind and feel them... Why did you draw your sword again, you little girl?"

Returning to her old haunts, Qian Renxue felt a pang of melancholy and was about to call Ye Guyi over to reminisce about the past.

However, at a glance, Ye Guyi once again drew upon the Fire God's Sword, just as she had done on Poseidon Island. Her bright, beautiful eyes were focused and resolute as she cleaved the sky with a single sword strike, causing the void to shatter.

"call--"

Holy light shone in all directions, and sword light like a galaxy surged down, containing boundless divine fire that could not be extinguished even as the earth cracked and ravaged. Ripples of soul light erupted from beneath her jade feet, and an eight-winged angel colossus appeared and disappeared, as if a golden crow and a great sun were rising. The terrifying energy caused tens of thousands of square meters of airspace to heat up rapidly.

This scene was familiar and gratifying to Qian Renxue, because she recognized it as the signature technique of the Angel Clan, the Angel Domain. Ye Guyi's domain was far superior to hers back then, giving her the feeling of seeing Qian Daoliu, and it was definitely comparable to the peerless Douluo of ten thousand years ago.

However, this also made her eyelids twitch; this junior's style of doing things was too crude.

"Whoohoo-"

Qian Renxue's words could not shake Ye Guyi's will to act. Like a valiant Valkyrie, she wielded her sword and cleaved through the sky with unwavering determination. Only when her sword pierced the ground and her beautiful eyes caught sight of some ruins from ten thousand years ago did she stop.

Ye Guyi turned her gaze, smiled at the Angelic Holy Sword, and said, "My teacher once said that the greatest truths are the simplest. Saying too much is just empty talk. Whatever difficulties or hardships stand in your way, they can be overcome with a punch or a sword."

"Even if you want to visit the relics of your ancestors, you have to dig them out first, right? I don't really need to visit this land."

Qian Renxue was silent for a while, then changed the subject and said quietly, "You keep talking about what your teacher said. Your heart is already filled with him. I can be sure that if you don't do as I say, you will never be able to fully exert the power of your divine position in the future."

She spoke with great confidence in her last sentence.

Ye Guyi blushed and spat, "You're talking nonsense again. Don't be fooled by me calling him 'teacher.' He's three or four years younger than me. How could I possibly be attracted to someone who always has a cold face and beats me to death?"

"What's a few years difference? There are no people of similar age in our Angel Family. Back then, Tang San was almost ten years younger than me, but I still... Sigh... It's too painful to recall the past."

Qian Renxue cited her own example, but quickly realized that her life was a complete tragedy, and she paused in her speech.

“I told you, he’s my teacher. Ancestor, you’re so indiscriminate in your tastes.” Ye Guyi’s pretty face flushed, her eyes sparkling.

Hmph, I almost forgot, that guy who always acts all old and bossy is actually a young man several years younger than me.

Even if I, Ye Guyi, never marry, I will never fall for that despicable guy; and if I want to get married, I have plenty of men to choose from... wait, why do I have to get married? The Martial Soul Department of the Heavenly Court is waiting for me to take charge.

At this moment, whether it was a misperception or not, a series of slideshow-like images flashed through Ye Guyi's mind, all of which featured Xu Tianxi.

"Ye Guyi, Ye Guyi, what are you thinking about? Why can't you stop thinking about that guy's face? It's all because of that unscrupulous ancestor Qian Renxue who's been tempting you..."

Ye Guyi muttered to herself, then attributed everything to Qian Renxue, and began to despise the guy even more.

No wonder your teachers often use you as a negative example to teach us that we shouldn't disregard everything for love and think about trivial matters between men and women all day long. How can you lead the Spirit Hall to victory?

Qian Renxue noticed Ye Guyi's undisguised contempt and assumed that the other party was annoyed by her constant urging, so she lowered her tone and tried to explain:

"My father and mother were also master and apprentice, so in my opinion, it's no big deal, even though my mother hated my existence for a long time, haha..."

She gave a lonely laugh, and tears seemed to glisten in Qian Renxue's ethereal eyes as she mocked herself:

"Just take these words as the ramblings of an old woman who has been in a coma for many years. In any case, recognize your true self, follow your heart, and don't let your life be full of regrets."

With that, her slender figure transformed into a cloud of golden light and vanished back into the body of the Angelic Holy Sword.

The angelic sword suddenly shone with golden light, becoming even more dazzling and sacred, and imbued with a touch of spirituality.

"Use your Angelic Martial Soul and Angelic Holy Sword to draw upon the fragments of the divine position. This is an ability you were born with, and I believe you are stronger than I was back then."

Qian Renxue's calm yet magnetic voice echoed in Ye Guyi's heart, and then fell silent.

"The last few words were somewhat proper; you've finally started to resemble an ancestor."

Ye Guyi felt relieved, flapped her four pairs of wings, and gently floated down. Holy fire surrounded her delicate body, burning away all the smoke and dust, clearing out a flawless and immaculate space.

The ruins of the Hall of Offerings contain a lot of sand and soil, and many broken sculptures and statues, which depict the powerful figures of the Hall of Offerings throughout history, recording the past glory of the Hall of Martial Spirit.

A moment later, Ye Guyi, walking among the ruins, felt something and knelt down in front of the largest, broken statue. She closed her eyes and the angelic soul power formed by the fusion of holiness and fire spread from her body, penetrated the void, and surged into the ground, awakening the sleeping earth.

The Angelic Holy Sword hummed and vibrated. Without any instruction, Ye Guyi held the sword upright in front of her, flicked her wrist, and drew wisps of angelic images in the air, radiating her own unique aura.

She didn't know what to do, but she thought, this must be the method of guidance, right? A moment later, the statue stirred. Ye Guyi spread her divine sense and captured several illusory light and shadows flitting through the air. They were neither her appearance nor Qian Renxue's appearance, but similar to their martial souls.

"Is this a fragment of a divine position? The appearance of the first angel god?" Ye Guyi thought to herself.

In the next instant, the Angelic Holy Sword trembled and flew out on its own, hovering between Ye Guyi and the illusory light and shadow, steaming with golden light, transforming into a divine bridge of communication, one side resting on Ye Guyi's brow, and the other side connecting to the fragments of divine positions.

In an instant, Ye Guyi felt a warm sensation within her body, but she couldn't quite place what kind of energy was being drawn out, flowing along the divine bridge through the angelic holy sword and being plated into the fragments of the divine throne.

Soon, the fragment of the divine position gave her a mysterious feedback: incredibly pure soul power surged within her body. It didn't directly enhance her cultivation, but rather cleansed her meridians, strengthened her foundation, and purified her mind, dispelling all distracting thoughts.

"Concentrating on comprehending the wondrous effects of faith to break through to level ninety-nine, this is one of the few things I can do for the Angel Family," Qian Renxue whispered, like a spring breeze brushing past her ear.

"Okay." Ye Guyi responded softly, bringing her index and middle fingers together with her left hand and pressing on her lower dantian. Instantly, the vast soul power sealed there lost its restraint and ran wildly through her meridians like a runaway horse.

Those were sacred soul powers she purified after killing Ye Xishui. They had not been fully refined yet and were a huge treasure, but she could not fully utilize them.

Even now, she believes that she has endured enough hardship and pain, and that she can spread her wings and soar high, just as that person expected.

"Teacher, I will prove to you that the disciple you have chosen has not disappointed you. I will return to see you with the strength of level ninety-nine..."

Ye Guyi's thoughts flashed by, and soon she used spatial elements to compress her blood and qi in her lower dantian, condensing the prototype of her third soul core.

The concept of integrating essence, energy, and spirit is the cultivation philosophy that Professor Xu Tianxi gave her. After reading it, the Fire God also thought it was feasible and worked hard to temper her physical body.

In the upper dantian, the spiritual core, imbued with sacred light, shone brightly, and the divine thoughts became increasingly sacred and far-reaching; in the middle dantian, the ultimate fire surged, and a dragon and a golden crow faintly flew around the soul power core, radiating heat capable of burning mountains and boiling seas.

The two soul cores complemented each other, and a third soul core suddenly appeared, going against the grain of the second soul core. It quickly triggered a reaction from the second soul core, releasing a violent suction force, causing Ye Guyi to experience excruciating pain in her lower abdomen.

"It's not easy to do, as expected. Fortunately, you had already considered this situation, teacher, and deliberately widened the gap between soul power, spiritual power, and blood and qi..." Ye Guyi muttered to herself, mobilizing her abundant blood and qi and powerful divine sense to deal with the crisis.

In the upper dantian, the spiritual core trembled, transforming into rings of golden ripples that soothed the raging second core and suppressed it at a higher level; blood and qi surged, and a thin membrane quickly appeared on the surface of the internal organs, blood vessels, and meridians, protecting the body.

With a two-pronged approach, Ye Guyi's restless body quickly calmed down, and the condensation process of the third soul core proceeded smoothly and orderly. Spatial realm and blood and qi were no longer problems. The pure energy transformed from the power of faith was like a mother's hand soothing a wound, warm and gentle.

"With the decline in the purity of the elemental energy of heaven and earth, has the Soul Master cultivation system become very different from that of ten thousand years ago? Ten thousand years ago, the elemental energy of heaven and earth was at its peak, and Soul Masters did not need to condense such things when breaking through to new levels."

Qian Renxue observed Ye Guyi's movements throughout, lost in thought. She had to admit that the appearance of the Soul Core had given many Soul Douluos hope for breakthroughs, making cultivation much easier.

Those who cultivate under this system are no less powerful than the masters of ten thousand years ago, and may even be more powerful.

Several hours later, Ye Guyi's accumulated faith power over the years dissipated, all of it surging into the shattered divine throne. The Angelic Holy Sword trembled, absorbing all the fragments of the phantom within it.

At the same time, Ye Guyi's breakthrough was also coming to an end. The bottleneck of level 99 was teetering on the brink of collapse, and it was about to be unable to stop the soul power from breaking through.

Qian Renxue was, after all, a deity. With her full protection, Ye Guyi faced a crisis but escaped unscathed, and the third soul core in her lower dantian was about to take shape.

A few hours may not seem like a long time, but it's not unreasonable. With the help of the ancestor, Ye Guyi doesn't have to take care of a fusion monster that's holding him back; he only needs to condense his soul core.

The suppression of the second soul core was gradually released, and the third soul core slowly joined the complementary relationship between the first and second soul cores. The three gear-like soul cores quickly entered a stable period, and their rotation speeds soared.

The immense energy contained within the third soul core surged into the first and second soul cores, balancing the three cycles of essence, energy, and spirit. The second soul core, under suppression, erupted, and Ye Xishui's gift, under the influence of the three soul cores, transformed into rings of rapidly circulating soul power, becoming Ye Guyi's own foundation.

Almost instantly, the ninety-ninth level hall opened to Ye Guyi, and the aura of sublimation rushed into the new world, and Qian Renxue's face showed a joyful smile.

However, when her gaze fell upon the broken statue, her eyes became melancholy, and double images seemed to appear in her vision.

Once, a slender figure knelt here, worshipping her ancestors and accepting the test of the gods. Her face was as radiant as the rising sun, and she was captivating. An elder-like figure stood by her side, smiling kindly and gentle, placing all his hopes on this unparalleled genius of the angel family.

An old man and a young boy are each other's only close relatives.

But that was ten thousand years ago.

The statues enshrined on the ground are filled with sorrow, half of them are the young phoenixes I once knew; I also believe that the temple will eventually turn to dust, and I cannot bear that my dreams are too fleeting.

"Grandpa, did you see that? Your Xiaoxue is back, and a new genius from the Angel Family is back..."

Qian Renxue sobbed and murmured, calling out something. She gazed at the angel statue, as if she could see Qian Daoliu's figure from years ago. After a long while, she whispered in her heart:

"Xiaoxue is incompetent and has failed, unable to fulfill your expectations of her; Xiaoxue swears to you that she will spare no effort to restore the glory of the Angel Family to the Douluo Continent, as atonement..."

(End of this chapter)