Douluo Continent: Peerless Angel Qian Renxue.

(Time and place: During the millennium that the Imp lurked, in the present universe)

Day One

I've finally decided to do something today.

But what was that? I don't know. I've thought about it for a long time, and I'm still not quite sure how I should spend the next few hundred years.

I asked my grandfather, and he said that when he was still the High Priest of the Angel God, he would forge swords or pray to the angel statue in his spare time. And so more than a hundred years passed, just like in my universe now.

I feel that he was more than that. Perhaps at that time, he also recalled the love and hatred between him and Tang Chen and Poseidon, the two peerless Douluo.

But he knew I didn't like those two people, so he omitted anything about them.

So I went to my mother again, and she rolled her eyes at me as if I were an idiot. But she still thought about it for a moment, and finally tossed me a book called "How to Become a Pope".

Why didn't I see this book in my past life when I was in the Spirit Hall? I flipped through it for a long time. The first part is about the stories of the successive popes of the Spirit Hall, who are my ancestors, who bestowed the blessings of angels upon the continent. They were all selfless and did good deeds without seeking recognition.

The second to last page was torn out.

At the very end of this book, on the penultimate page, someone had made a note in very clever handwriting: I don't believe it.

The person who left the writing and damaged the books also signed their name: Bibi Dong.

Such audacity! If the angelic ancestor were still alive at the time, his mother would probably have been so angry that she would have unleashed divine punishment, such as sending down holy fire from the sky.

So tonight, I tossed and turned in that deep cosmic space where the Infinite Spear was set up. It was as if I could see my ancestors, just like me now, lying there unable to sleep, wanting to find something to do to fill their emptiness.

But by then, the Church had already taken control of the human race on the Douluo Continent, leading them to carve out a new land for survival. Without books to instruct the former popes on what else they should be doing, they must have been somewhat frustrated and found it all absurd.

So what makes them pass the time when they feel empty?

The answers weren't in the books my mother gave me either.

Only on the first page, in the handwriting left by the goddess, is there a clue: she said that every hero deserves to be remembered.

So she transformed the church's predecessor—the Douluo Hall—into one of the most important parts of the church to bury the heroes who had contributed to humanity. Then, she guarded their tombs every day, telling them that humanity on the Douluo Continent was temporarily safe.

However, it seems that the Douluo Palace changed later, and it became a place where Title Douluos were buried.

I feel that I have accomplished all of these things. I not only brought changes to the Douluo Continent, but also led the entire Douluo Star to ascension.

But I still feel empty and confused.

Why is it that even though someone has already told me the answer and I've done it, I still don't understand?

I understand now. The Divine Ancestor's journey from knowing nothing to mastering the truth must have been a process of creating something from nothing. And now that I've seen the words left by the Divine Ancestor, it's like being directly fed, or even that "love gene engraved in the bloodline."

I suddenly understood what I needed to do.

I want to personally awaken the heroes.

I want to redeem them myself; I can't let them be buried like this.

I forget who said it, but some people are able to leave their mark on history books, even if only with a few strokes, but they often pay with their lives.

Cold words simply cannot capture the splendor of those lives.

Because they once lived with such pride. Although they were a bunch of shut-ins in the beginning, no one can deny their indomitable spirit in the end.

Whether it's worshipping grandfather, elders, uncles, aunts, or other relatives.

Not to mention that the little devil had previously sent me a telepathic message saying that there really is a fictional history being played out in parallel universes.

Go to sleep, have a good night's rest, forget about the answer, and then try it again yourself.

So I picked up the book "How Popes Are Made" and wrote a few more words in the annotations on the last page.

"Upstairs, damaging books is very wrong. Don't you feel ashamed? (Also: I don't believe it either.)"

Then I signed my name: Qian Renxue & Qian Renxue. I heard a strange roar coming from outside, which sounded like some kind of prehistoric beast.

Could it be that someone is trying to bring down divine retribution on me?

Fortunately, I am already more powerful than all the gods in this universe.

The next day

My plans have been thwarted.

I don't know where those former retainers and elders of the Spirit Hall are now.

Although they sacrificed themselves on Douluo Star, there was no underworld at that time, so they must have been reincarnated into other planes.

Moreover, they are not god-level cultivators...

Therefore, unlike her mother, she wouldn't linger too long on the road to rebirth or in the underworld.

but……

I suddenly remembered that Huo Yuhao's mother, after her death, seemed to have had her soul retrieved from the underworld by Tang San and Dai Mubai, and it has been kept in the God Realm ever since.

I wonder if she would be sad if she knew that Huo Yuhao didn't help her get revenge, and I wonder how the God of Destruction dealt with her.

That's a bit of a tangent. I'll go ask the God of Destruction.

I asked him, and he said that before the Underworld existed on Douluo Star, reincarnated humans would indeed stay in the Underworld for a while, but not for long, and would be sent away immediately. This was stipulated by the God Realm Committee.

Hey, I've seen plenty of things that mess with life and death.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been so much trouble back then.

Oh, we've gone off on a tangent again.

His Majesty the God of Destruction also said that if I wanted to go looking for it, it would probably take a lot of effort, because reincarnation is generally completely random.

However, Her Majesty the Goddess of Life reminded them that if the bond between them is very strong and cohesive, they might be reborn together.

I don't know if it's true or not, but it's definitely worth a try.

I am now a being beyond the Supreme God-King! I can observe other galaxies effortlessly!

So: I observed, rubbed my eyes, observed, rubbed my eyes, observed, rubbed my eyes, and thus spent a fulfilling day. Indeed, having something to do prevents emptiness.

But I need to hurry. One day in this wretched place is equivalent to two years or more on other planets, because my world is far more advanced than the realm of gods. I worry that by the time I find them, they will have already been reincarnated.

Day 3 - Day 10

I spent a fulfilling day observing, rubbing my eyes, observing, rubbing my eyes, observing, rubbing my eyes.

Day 11

Observing, rubbing my eyes, observing, rubbing my eyes, observing, rubbing my eyes—I should have had such a fulfilling day.

Something changed today. It seems I found the reincarnations of two deities in a place called "Earth Universe Galaxy".

I guess even the heavens couldn't stand me staying in this wretched place all day long, if there were anywhere else besides the universe.

Finally found two people to worship my grandfather! I'm so happy!

Like a bird released from its cage.

Actually, I could ask some beings in my universe to help me search elsewhere, but they haven't evolved enough yet, and they'd probably be beaten up by the laws of the universe as soon as they appeared.

Alas, Heaven has entrusted me with a great responsibility; I cannot fail to live up to this potential.

We must not let down the efforts and lives they once sacrificed.

I'm finally leaving. (End of Chapter)