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

Chapter 157: A Snowy Night's Handwritten Note: Qian Renxue's Fatherly Love? A Budding Godhood: Qian Lin Could Become a God at Any Time?!
After finishing the purge in the court, Xue Qinghe slowly rose and walked towards the depths of the palace.

The palace where he lived on a snowy night.

Pushing open the heavy nanmu wood door, a strong medicinal smell mixed with deathly aura rushed out.

Looking at the large dragon bed, Xue Qinghe's lips curled into a sarcastic sneer.

That old bastard who had lingered on here for so long finally died from her slow-acting poison.

"Although the overall situation is settled, we still need to check it to prevent the old guy from leaving any tricks before he dies."

Qian Renxue was meticulous and did not entirely believe that Xueye had died without realizing it.

She walked slowly to the bedside, her gaze sweeping over the bedside table and the hidden compartment, finally settling on the bright yellow soft pillow.

That was the thing that Emperor Xueye used as a pillow before his death.

Xue Qinghe reached out and yanked the pillow off.

There were no extraordinary hidden weapons, nor any imperial seal.

There, lying quietly, was only a letter.

The envelope was unsigned and unsealed with wax; it looked ordinary, like a typical family letter.

But Qian Renxue's pupils contracted slightly.

Because she recognized the handwriting on it; it was written by Emperor Xueye himself.

Moreover, judging from the trembling of the pen, it was clearly written in a state of extreme weakness as a final testament.

"Ha, his dying words?"

Xue Qinghe chuckled lightly, a hint of disdain and curiosity in his eyes, and reached out to pick up the letter.

"Let me see, old man, who you want to tell your last words to before you die?"

Was it that good-for-nothing avalanche?
Or... me, the 'good son'?

With a gentle flick of her slender fingers, the letter unfolded.

However, when her gaze fell on the first line of the letter, the playful smile that had been on her lips instantly froze.

It clearly stated on it:

"My son Qinghe, seeing this letter is like seeing you in person."

By the time you read this letter, your father will likely be no longer alive.

And you, I suppose, have already sat on the throne you've always dreamed of…

This seemingly normal beginning sent a chill down Qian Renxue's spine.

Because what followed was not encouragement for the heir, but a sentence that shook her to her core:
"...But I have always had a question in my heart that has troubled me for ten years."

"In which year did my Qinghe die at your hands?"

Qian Renxue looked at the handwriting on the letter, which was powerful yet carried a deep sense of powerlessness.

A rare ripple appeared in his normally cold, icy golden eyes.

Qian Renxue didn't speak, but stood quietly in place, letting the complex emotions spread in her heart.

After a long while, Qian Renxue slowly walked to the desk beside the bed and ground a little ink again in the inkstone that had long since dried up.

She stretched out her slender fingers and picked up the purple-tipped imperial brush that Emperor Xueye had loved most during his lifetime.

The pen tip, saturated with thick ink, hovers over the blank space on the letter paper.

Qian Renxue's hand was very steady, without the slightest tremor, but she wrote very slowly, as if each word was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Below the question, "In which year did my Qinghe die at your hands?", she wrote a brief but cruel date:
"In the autumn of the 2631st year of the Tiandou calendar."

That was the year Xue Qinghe was twelve years old, and also the year her Qianrenxue infiltration plan officially began.

After writing this line, Qian Renxue put down her pen, her gaze falling once more on the letter, her eyes becoming somewhat dazed.

For the past twenty years, she has devoted herself to perfecting the role of Xue Qinghe, studying it day and night, and even daring not to talk in her sleep.

She called Xueye "Father" for twenty years.

During her childhood, her biological father, Qian Xunji, passed away early, and her mother, Bibi Dong, regarded her as an enemy and an illegitimate child.

On the contrary, the Snow Night Emperor, whom she regarded as prey and destined to die at her hands, gave her a "fatherly love" she had never experienced before.

He taught her the art of ruling, cared about her progress in cultivation, and stayed up all night to watch over her when she was "sick"...

Although all of this was for the deceased "Xue Qinghe", it was Qian Renxue who received all this care.

"Humans are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings..."

Qian Renxue murmured to herself, a self-deprecating bitter smile curling at the corners of her lips.

To say that she felt nothing for Xueye would be self-deception. In this cold palace, it was perhaps the only warmth she felt.

But that's it.

She is the young master of the Spirit Hall and the inheritor of the Angel God. She carries her grandfather's expectations and ambition to unify the continent on her shoulders.

Being sentimental is a major taboo for emperors, and even more so a stumbling block on the path to godhood.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, and the tenderness and sadness in her eyes quickly faded, replaced by determination and coldness.

Extend your right hand and gently pinch one corner of the letter with your thumb and forefinger.

"Om-"

Her powerful soul energy surged slightly, and a pure, golden-red flame shot out from her fingertips.

That is the sacred fire of angels, possessing the power to purify all the filth and obsessions of the world.

The flames instantly engulfed the letter, leaving no black smoke or burnt smell.

The letter, which carried a father's last doubts and an undercover agent's last tenderness, rapidly decomposed and dissolved in the sacred flames.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished completely into the air, leaving not even a trace of ash.

It was as if the letter had never existed.

It was as if that twenty-year "father-son" relationship had come to a complete end with the disappearance of this letter.

Qian Renxue turned around, refusing to look at the empty dragon bed again.

She walked slowly to the huge French windows of the bedroom and stood with her hands behind her back.

Outside the window, the night was deep, and the lights of Tiandou City swayed in the cold wind, like countless prying eyes.

Qian Renxue gazed at the empire that was about to become entirely hers, and remained silent for a long time.

From this day forward, Xue Qinghe will never return to this world.

Only, a thousand feet of snow.

at the same time.

Inside a secluded pavilion in the Crown Prince's palace, three people stood quietly, silently observing everything.

Qian Lin gazed at Qian Renxue's lonely yet resolute back.

Watching Qian Renxue burn the letter herself, a rare complex emotion flickered in Qian Lin's weathered eyes.

"This child..."

Qianlin sighed silently in his heart, a strange resonance rising within him.

His situation was remarkably similar to Qian Renxue's.

Qian Renxue lost her father at the age of nine and grew up alone amidst the cold power struggles and hatred of her mother and the strict teachings of her grandfather.

Qianlin, on the other hand, was even more miserable than her.

He has never seen his father since the moment he was born.

He slept in darkness for a full twenty thousand years.

Awakening to a world transformed, he learned the cruel truth: his father, that brilliant ancestor, had been betrayed and killed by his close friend Poseidon!

A gap of 20,000 years, the same lack of paternal love, and the same heavy family destiny and the flames of revenge.

At this moment, this ancestor who had lived for 20,000 years saw a trace of shared suffering in his descendant, who was separated by countless generations, and his feelings became extremely complicated.

After a long silence, Qian Lin slowly withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked at Qian Daoliu and Jin E, who were standing respectfully behind him.

At this moment, looking at his granddaughter's sensible yet ruthless appearance, Qian Daoliu felt both gratified and a touch of undisguised heartache in his eyes.

"The Way of the Golden Crocodile."

Qianlin's deep and authoritative voice broke the silence in the room.

"Grand Ancestor, please give your orders."

The two bowed deeply, their expressions solemn.

Qian Lin's eyes sharpened, his tone carrying an undeniable resolve, even a chilling warning:

Regarding Xiaoxue's background...

Especially the unpleasant past between Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong—it had to be kept buried deep inside.

At this point, Qian Lin paused, his gaze piercing deeply into Qian Daoliu's eyes:
"No matter the cost, we must keep this from her at all costs."

"We must never let her know what kind of sin and madness led to her birth."

"The angel in her heart is holy, and the father in her heart should also be great."

If she were to learn the truth, to know why Bibi Dong hates her so much, this child's Dao heart... would crumble.

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo exchanged a glance, a resolute glint in both their eyes.
They immediately bowed to Qianlin and said in unison:
"I will respectfully follow the teachings of our ancestors!"
This matter concerns Xiaoxue's entire life; we would rather die than utter a single word!

Qian Daoliu looked even more somber. As Qian Renxue's grandfather, he knew better than anyone the devastating impact that secret had on his granddaughter.

Over the years, he has carefully maintained Qian Xunji's image in Qian Renxue's heart, for fear that the cruel truth would ruin the child.

However, even after straightening up, Golden Crocodile Douluo's brows remained furrowed, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped forward and said in a low voice:

“Ancestor, we understand your concerns.”

But...that woman, Bibi Dong, she remains a huge hidden danger.

Golden Crocodile Douluo paused, his tone becoming even more chilling:

"She is not only the successor of the Rakshasa God, but also a person who knows the truth of what happened back then."

Moreover, her attitude towards Xiaoxue...

As you can see, they desperately want to get rid of it.

As long as she lives, this secret could explode like a time bomb at any moment.

At this point, Golden Crocodile Douluo made a throat-slitting gesture, his eyes revealing murderous intent:
"Just in case... should we take advantage of your return, Ancestor, and eliminate Bibi Dong directly?"

Only the dead can truly keep a secret.

Only by eliminating her can we ensure that Xiaoxue will never know about her sordid past, allowing her to focus wholeheartedly on inheriting the angelic throne.

Upon hearing Jin E's murderous suggestion, Qian Daoliu's body trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.
But in the end, it all turned into a helpless sigh, and he remained silent.

Reason told him that Jin E was right, but emotionally, she was, after all, his son's widow and his granddaughter's biological mother.

Upon hearing this, Qianlin slowly turned around, gazing intently at the dark night sky outside the window, and gently shook his head.

"No."

Although Qian Lin's voice was calm, it carried an undeniable power:

"Xiaoxue... has already suffered enough."

"She grew up without a father and amidst cold power struggles."

Although Bibi Dong was cold and even hostile towards her, she was, after all, her only close relative in this world, her mother in name only.

Qianlin turned his head and looked at the golden crocodile, a hint of pity in his eyes:
"Blood is thicker than water; this is an unbreakable bond."

If we kill Bibi Dong now, Xiaoxue might be temporarily at ease because she doesn't know the truth, but the truth will eventually come out.

If one day she finds out that we killed her mother, even if it was for her own good, the child will be devastated.

(Xiao Qianrenxue (*▽*))

"At that time, she will truly be all alone, with no relatives or friends."

I don't want to see this child become a cold-blooded machine that only knows killing and power.

At this point, Qian Lin snorted coldly, his tone carrying a hint of disdain and anger towards Qian Xunji:
"As for that bastard Qian Xunji..."

"Hmph, as the Pope, he did such a despicable thing, not only ruining Bibi Dong, but also planting such a huge seed of disaster for the Spirit Hall."

That brainless idiot was ultimately devoured by Bibi Dong; it was entirely his own fault, he deserved it!

When Qian Daoliu heard his ancestor's evaluation of his son, his face flushed red, and he lowered his head in shame, but dared not utter a single word of rebuttal.

Qian Lin took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then said:

"However, when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out."

If that fool has a spirit in heaven, he would surely want his daughter to grow up happily, not live in an abyss of hatred and pain.

"Therefore, Bibi Dong cannot be killed, at least not now."

A glint flashed in Qian Lin's eyes, and his tone became meaningful:

"After I've dealt with things here, I'll personally go back to the Spirit Hall."

There are some things I will talk to Bibi Dong about in person.

Let her understand what she should and shouldn't do, and remind her to be more mindful of her behavior in front of Xiaoxue in the future.

"If she knows what's good for her, I can spare her life for Xiaoxue's sake."

If she remains obstinate and insists on ruining Xiaoxue…

Qian Lin didn't continue speaking, but the terrifying pressure that erupted in that instant made the air in the entire pavilion seem to solidify.

Qian Daoliu and Jin E felt their breath catch in their throats, their hearts filled with horror.

That was a divine majesty that surpassed even the Limit Douluo.

Ancestor, you actually reached the realm of gods?
Qianlin turned his head and looked west.

His eyes gradually became deeper.

"Hmm, judging by the time, it's been 20,000 years."

“The six-winged Angel of Annihilation statue that I placed in the Empire has developed cracks. After 20,000 years of faith accumulation, a rudimentary divine core should have already condensed within it.”

"I have to go back."

This is one of the treasures that Qianlin found in the divine ruins on the Angel Continent.

Using this method, the power of faith can be slowly condensed towards the divine core.

However, due to many restrictions, one cannot go too far.

The advantage is...

This is because it is the power of faith provided by the followers of Qianlin.

Pure and free of impurities.

Moreover, it can be easily refined by Qian Lin for his own use.

As long as Qianlin returns to Angel Continent, he can refine it, relying on his accumulated wealth over the past 20,000 years.

Ignite the divine fire and ascend to the divine kingdom!
Achievement: Six-winged Angel of Annihilation, God!
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(I had a fight with my girlfriend in the early hours of the morning, and I'm feeling really tired. So today's update is a bit late again. I just wrote an extra 2,000 words in the second chapter, making today's update 6000+ words. Thank you all for your support! Please don't let the book sit unread; following along is very important. Please vote with your tickets if you have any. Thanks (ω))
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