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Chapter 552 It’s not over yet
In the air, Qian Renxue looked down at the surrendered people, who were in chaos and despair. A complex and unfathomable emotion flashed across her beautiful face. She turned her head slightly to look at Tang San beside her and asked softly, "These people... what do you want to do with them?"

Upon hearing this, Tang San smiled freely and looked at Qian Renxue with gentle eyes, saying, "Senior, I remember that the duty of the Spirit Hall is to educate the world, guide the spirit masters, and maintain peace on the continent, right? This question should be asked to you."

Upon hearing the words "Spirit Hall," Qian Renxue's eyes dimmed, a trace of pain and confusion flashing across them. She whispered, "The Spirit Hall has already..." After the catastrophe instigated by the previous Pope, who was also her father, the reputation of the Spirit Hall had completely collapsed. The name was almost synonymous with evil. She didn't know how to face the world, let alone how to regain that faith.

Tang San gently patted her shoulder, his tone firm and encouraging: "Countless years ago, when the first Six-Winged Angel God founded the Spirit Hall, didn't it also start from scratch, accumulating prestige and believers step by step? The Spirit Hall today may have simply returned to its original starting point. Are you, the new Pope, going to admit defeat just like that?"

He paused, then solemnly promised, "Don't worry, I will always support you."

Feeling the trust and support in Tang San's words, Qian Renxue felt a warmth in her heart, and the gloom in her eyes was dispelled somewhat. She took a deep breath and nodded heavily: "Yes!"

Immediately, Qian Renxue straightened her body, and her sacred and clear voice once again resounded throughout the heavens and earth, carrying an unquestionable majesty:
"All those who surrender, heed my command!" Her divine power delivered her voice clearly to everyone's ears. "Considering that most of you were deceived and coerced by Qian Xunji and misled by his lies, we will not pursue this matter further this time. However, from this day forward, if anyone harbors any disloyalty, acts against the established order, or wreaks havoc on the continent, the Spirit Hall will punish them severely and hold all those who break the law accountable!"

These words, imbued with divine power and a warning, sent a chill down the spines of all those who surrendered, silencing them completely.

Tang San stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Qian Renxue. His gaze swept over the ravaged land and the diverse crowd below, and he spoke in a deep voice, his tone carrying a comforting power: "The war is over. What this continent needs most now is to rebuild homes and recuperate, not endless reckoning and hatred."

He gazed at the distant horizon, where the rising sun was breaking through the last vestiges of gloom, casting its golden rays upon the earth. His voice rose with fervor, filled with anticipation for the future: "From this day forward, let us all work together to safeguard this hard-won peace!"

With the complete demise of the Deep Sea Dragon King and Qian Xunji, the celestial phenomena they caused subsided like the tide. The raging sea calmed down, slowly receding to reveal the scarred outline of the Douluo Continent once more. Having endured two divine-level calamities, the continent seemed to let out a sigh of relief from the ruins, finally welcoming the dawn of a new era…

……?

A day later, at the bottom of the abyss, a place beyond the reach of the world's sight, a figure quietly appeared. The surroundings were eternal darkness and terrifying water pressure capable of crushing fine steel, yet the gentle spiritual fluctuations that flowed naturally around the newcomer kept all of this at bay. It was none other than Tang San, who had returned.

His eyes, flashing with a ghostly light, easily pierced through the extreme darkness and stillness. His spiritual perception spread out in all directions like the finest spiderweb, not missing a single ripple of energy. Soon, the Rakshasa Divine Eyes caught a faint, almost annihilated, yet familiar and malevolent soul fluctuation within their vision.

Tang San's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, revealing a knowing and detached expression. He didn't act rashly, but instead spread his spiritual energy, his clear voice resonating distinctly in the absolute silence of the deep-sea prison:

"While you may not be the strongest, your tenacity in clinging to life is certainly commendable." His tone was calm, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself. "Unfortunately, the reason you were able to leave behind this last wisp of your soul is not because of your superior skills, but simply because... I deliberately spared your life." The moment his words fell, from a deep crevice in the ocean trench not far ahead, a twisted, broken object was slowly drawn out by an invisible force.

That could no longer be called a "human". Most of his body had completely disappeared, and the remaining flesh and bones were barely stuck together in a strange way, and it could be vaguely seen that he once had wings - it was Qian Xunji who forcibly preserved the last trace of his original essence by relying on the broken angel god position!
His remaining, bloodshot eyes shone with an intensely venomous light, like a poisoned dagger, fixed intently on Tang San. His lingering consciousness emitted a silent roar, filled with resentment and hatred.

"Surprised?" Tang San hovered in the undercurrent, looking down indifferently at the wreckage, and said, "You think I didn't know you weren't actually dead? I spared your life because you're still useful."

Qian Xunji's remnant soul trembled violently, and a fragmented spiritual thought, mixed with extreme resentment and fear, was transmitted: "Tang San...you...don't be so smug...even if...my body and soul are destroyed...I will..."

"Om-"

A faint, strange sound rang out clearly in the absolute silence. Tang San's brow split open silently, revealing a bewitching vertical pupil that opened abruptly, its cold depths devoid of any emotion. In an instant, an extremely condensed, sinister light shot out from the pupil, striking Qian Xunji's mangled body with pinpoint accuracy.

This is the external soul bone originating from the Evil Eye Tyrant Ruler—the Evil Eye Gaze! The moment the light touched his body, the powerful mental control force, like the most resilient spider web, completely imprisoned and dominated Qian Xunji's already weak soul. At this moment, even ending his own life became a luxury for him, and he was utterly reduced to a plaything in Tang San's hands.

"Tianmeng," Tang San said calmly.

"Here comes Third Master!" As if it had been prepared, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm emerged from the ripples in the void beside it, its round body radiating a soft spiritual aura. It glanced at Qian Xunji, who was shrouded in the light of the Evil Eye and unable to move, a hint of understanding flashing in its small eyes, but not much surprise—Tang San now seemed to be able to do anything reasonably.

Tang San raised his hand and lightly touched his brow. The eerie Evil Eye Soul Bone was forcibly peeled away, transforming into a stream of light that firmly imprinted itself on the smooth forehead of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm. An even more powerful mental control field then spread out.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him die," Tang San ordered, his tone calm but leaving no room for doubt. "The shielding mechanism left behind by the evil god still needs his 'original owner' to provide energy to maintain it. Now is not the time for those guys in the God Realm to notice the anomaly here."

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm nodded hastily, naturally understanding the key points. Qian Xunji, in his attempt to usurp the dual godhood, used an extremely secretive forbidden technique of the evil god, causing the entire Douluo Star to briefly "disappear" from the monitoring scope of the God Realm. This forbidden technique was connected to his life essence; once he died completely, the shield would fail.

(End of this chapter)