Douluo Continent: After Ten Thousand Years of Silence, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 14: Wei Yuan and Qian Yuhan's first encounter. It turns out that the Angel God is the first generation of 'Secret Chamber Douluo'?
In the offering hall, Qian Daoliu's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

His worst fears have come true!

The nature of Tianmu's statement is completely contrary to his "divine oracle"! This is no longer a public relations crisis; it's a slap in the face to the Spirit Hall in front of the whole world!

“Jealousy…possession…this…” Qian Daoliu swayed, almost unable to stand.

Meanwhile, Bibidon, standing before the Papal Palace, burst into hearty laughter.

"Hahahaha...Good! What a fine 'jealousy' and 'possessiveness'! Qian Daoliu, does your face hurt?"

Just as the mainland was in an uproar, the images on the screen officially began to rotate.
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The screen starts up.

It was a vast, blue sea, with sunlight shimmering on its surface.

A beautiful young woman, dressed in simple white, with a pure and holy temperament like a snow lotus, stood on the shore, curiously observing this mundane world.

She was none other than Qian Yuhan, the founder of the Spirit Hall, the first Angel God, and an unparalleled genius, who was just a young girl at the time.

Suddenly, Qian Yuhan's gaze was drawn to a figure on the sea.

In the distance, a black-haired youth stood proudly at the crest of the wave, surrounded by purple flames.

He did not use any soul tools, nor did he summon any soul rings.

With a deep dragon roar, a giant dragon phantom, its body entirely purple-gold and wingspan a hundred meters, soared into the sky from behind him!

The dragon phantom was not formed from soul power, but seemed to have a physical form. Each scale shimmered with a purple-gold luster, exuding an ancient and noble dragon's might.

It is none other than the legendary ancestor of all dragons—the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon!

The young man was Wei Yuan, who was fighting against a gigantic ten-thousand-year-old sea spirit beast with his own martial spirit body.

Each swing of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon's claws carried the power to scorch the heavens and destroy the earth, evaporating seawater and tearing apart the defenses of sea spirit beasts.

The youth, united with the dragon spirit, exuded an air of domineering pride and confidence in every gesture.

For the first time, a complex expression appeared in Qian Yuhan's eyes.

She had never seen such a pure and vibrant spirit in the records of the Spirit Hall.

The power of the Purple Emperor Annihilating the Heavenly Dragon, and the confidence and freedom emanating from the young man, were like a blazing flame, instantly igniting a deep-seated jealousy within her that she herself had not even noticed.

She was born into a noble family, and her martial spirit was sacred and pure.

But the man before her could unleash such primal and wild power with his own martial spirit, which even made her feel a sense of threat.

More importantly, his unrestrained and carefree nature is something she, as the 'Holy Maiden' who is surrounded by stars in the Douluo Continent and bound by her sacred halo, cannot possess.

After jealousy comes a strong possessiveness.

She longed to possess this power, and even more so, she longed to possess the man who could wield it.

Finally, the youth seized an opening, and the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon roared, tearing the giant sea spirit beast to shreds and sinking it to the bottom of the sea.

The young man withdrew his martial spirit, let out a long, exhilarating roar, and turned to leave.

"Please... please wait!"

Qian Yuhan called out to him almost without thinking.

This was the first time she had taken the initiative to talk to a man.

The young man turned around at the sound, revealing a strikingly handsome face. His eyes were bright as stars, and he wore a carefree and unrestrained smile.

"Girl, what's up?"

Just a glance back, a smile.

At that moment, Qian Yuhan's heart was completely captivated.

But this surrender was tinged with jealousy and possessiveness from the very beginning. Beneath the sky, a line of small golden characters slowly emerged:

The saint's first encounter with a human was the starting point of her lifelong love affair, and also the beginning of her thousand-year-long obsession.
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The scene shifts, time flows, and the image on the sky becomes blurry, as if jumping between timelines.

When the image became clear again, many years had passed.

Wei Yuan appeared in a secret room.

The walls of the secret chamber were covered with intricate runes, emitting a faint golden light.

Qian Yuhan stood in the center of the secret chamber, her face pale, her eyes filled with pain and determination.

"Yu Han, what are you doing?"

Wei Yuan frowned. He sensed that the formation in the secret chamber was quietly activating, and an invisible force began to suppress his soul power. Even his Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon Martial Soul felt a slight restraint.

“Wei Yuan…”

Qian Yuhan's voice was choked with sobs, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"You can't leave...you can't go to that sea...you can't return to the Sun and Moon Continent...you can't leave me!"

Wei Yuan sighed. He knew Qian Yuhan's feelings for him, and he also knew her lingering resentment towards her family on the Sun and Moon Continent.

He had explained to her many times that he had his own responsibilities and his own concerns.

"Yu Han, I must go. This is my mission."

Wei Yuan tried to break free from the formation's constraints, but the force was exceptionally powerful. It was clearly a forbidden formation set up by Qian Yuhan with his own martial soul at its core, and it might even have been aided by some kind of secret treasure.

No! I won't let you go!

Qian Yuhan lunged forward, her eyes filled with despair and obsession, tears blurring her vision.

Wei Yuan was stunned. He instinctively wanted to resist and push her away.

However, in the instant he hesitated, Qian Yuhan's cold lips, filled with salty tears, fiercely sealed his mouth.

At that moment, Wei Yuan felt not only the coldness on Qian Yuhan's lips, but also the burning, almost insane love, despair, and resentment deep within Qian Yuhan's soul.

That love was so heavy, so obsessive, that all his resistance vanished in an instant.

He sensed her longing for him, her possessiveness, and the sorrow of knowing it was impossible yet still doing it.

Wei Yuan's body stiffened, and he no longer resisted.

Beneath the sky, a line of small golden characters reappeared:

She used the name of a saint to practice imprisonment. He silently endured this obsessive love.

However, the wheels of fate had already turned, and this constraint ultimately failed to prevent the tragedy from occurring.

At that moment, only Qian Yuhan's suppressed sobs remained in the secret room.

And the burning love, despair, and resentment that emanated from her lips, a love so intense it could consume everything.

Wei Yuan sensed Qian Yuhan's deep longing for him, her possessiveness towards him, and the sorrow of knowing it was impossible yet still doing it.

Under such an extreme emotional impact, all of Wei Yuan's struggles and rationality were overwhelmed by this torrent.

He remained silent, enduring it all, as if at this moment he had finally let down all his guard, allowing her obsessive love to devour him.

The light from the array within the secret chamber gradually stabilized, isolating it from all the noise of the outside world.

Time seemed to lose its meaning, leaving only the complex and heavy entanglement between the two of them.

(End of this chapter)