Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Qian Xunji came out of the lounge, but instead of leaving immediately, he found Qian San and went for a walk with him. As they walked, his gaze passed over the courtyard gate and landed on the artificial hill in the distance.

There, Xiaoqing carefully lagged half a step behind, leading the six-year-old Huangtian to familiarize himself with the surroundings. Xiaoqing's back was ramrod straight, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.

Qian Xunji withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Qian San, who had been following him.

"Come with me."

Qian Xunji left only these three words, then turned around and pushed open the door to a secluded side room. Qian San followed him in with three strides, then closed the wooden door behind him.

Chihiro stood in the center of the house and snapped his fingers in mid-air.

hum-

A layer of pale golden soul energy rippled out like an inverted bowl, spreading rapidly along the wall. The sounds of the wind outside and Xiaoqing's soft voice in the courtyard were completely cut off in that instant.

A barrier rises.

Qian San took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and knelt on one knee.

"Father."

"Stand up and speak."

Chihiro turned around quickly, flipped his wrist, and a blinding light source appeared out of thin air in his palm.

That was a bone from the right arm.

The moment this soul bone appeared, the air in the entire room instantly became viscous.

Qian San felt that his six-winged angel martial soul was uncontrollably humming, as if it was giving out a longing cheer.

"This is the divine-level right arm bone of the Light Dragon King." Qian Xunji, seeing Qian San's shocked expression, slowly explained its origin.

"It contains the purest power of light. It is a perfect match for your Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul."

God-level Soul Bone!

A 100,000-year-old soul bone is already a legendary treasure that can cause bloodshed and chaos.

As for anything beyond 100,000 years? That's a blind spot, not even recorded in ancient texts.

"Father..." Qian San's voice was a little dry.

"Are there really... even god-level existences among soul beasts that are over 100,000 years old?"

Qian Xunji handed the right arm bone of the Light Dragon King to Qian San and said calmly, "Yes, there is. However, that belongs to the era of the ancient Dragon God. In the Douluo Continent today, god-level soul beasts have long been extinct and almost no longer exist. Every piece of this is one less available."

Qian San received the warm, smooth arm bone with both hands. The moment his fingertips touched it, a vast and pure power of light rushed from his palms straight into his mind, and the desire in his heart rose again, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Keep this safe for now and absorb it at a suitable time." Qian Xunji didn't elaborate on this topic.

Immediately afterwards, Qianxunji's palm flashed again.

This time, the light in the room was completely swallowed up, replaced by darkness.

Two completely different soul bones floated silently in mid-air.

One of them was a thick torso bone, as black as ink, while the other was a left arm bone. It was not as flamboyant as the torso bone, but its pure dark attribute was even more intense than the night.

"Keep these two pieces and give them to Xiaoqing for me." Qianxun quickly pointed to the torso bone.

"This is the torso of Di Tian, ​​the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King with 800,000 years of cultivation, from the Star Dou Great Forest. And this piece..."

Qian Xunji pointed his finger at the left arm bone: "This is the left arm bone of the Dark Dragon King, also of divine level."

Qian San was bewildered. Did her father have a grudge against the dragon clan? How come all of them were dragon soul bones? But then she thought about how Aunt Huang Tian and Xiao Qing were both dragons, and they were fine, weren't they?

Finally, he stopped worrying and carefully examined the two soul bones: an 800,000-year-old torso bone and a god-level dark left arm bone. To be honest, he had never dared to imagine such a thing before.

Qian Xunji noticed Qian San's shock and explained, "Although Xiao Qing has transformed into the Azure Dragon, her bloodline seems barely adequate. Compared to a true Dragon King, her foundation is still lacking."

"When the time is right, and you defeat Tang San and prepare to receive the divine position, Xiao Qing will inherit the legacy of the Evil God King. These two soul bones will not only enhance her dark attributes but also make up for the shortcomings in her bloodline."

Qian San was thrilled.

In his past life, lacking resources and connections, his desire to learn martial arts ultimately led to his tragic end, a testament to his own will. While he certainly bore some responsibility for this, his father's repeated help gradually instilled a sense of guilt in him...

"Qian Sandai Xiaoqing thanks Father for his life-saving grace!" He took the two soul bones with both hands and carefully put them away.

"Don't thank me yet," Qian Xunji waved her hand.

"These three soul bones, whether they are divine-level or eight hundred thousand years old, are of the highest quality on the continent. They will not be easy for you to absorb."

Qian San's heart skipped a beat: "Please enlighten me, Father."

"These things must never be exposed to others easily," Qian Xunji instructed. "When you have adjusted your state and are ready to absorb them, go find your Aunt Huangtian."

"Her bloodline as a Spirit Dragon King is very strong. With her by your side to suppress the dragon's might in your soul bones, you can ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Qian San immediately recalled the aura emanating from Aunt Huang Tian earlier. "I understand. I will follow Father's teachings."

With the important matters settled, the atmosphere in the room relaxed slightly.

After putting away the soul bone, Qian San lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously rubbing against the hem of his clothes a couple of times.

"Father……"

"What's wrong? Is something on your mind?" Qian Xunji asked, looking at his hesitant expression.

The name lingered on her tongue for a while before Qian San finally mustered the courage to say, "Sister... over there..."

Qian Xunji took a step forward and reached out to rub Qian San's little head.

"Take it easy."

"Now that we're here, we're all family."

Qian Xunji patted his shoulder: "Xiaoxue is a good child. She has her own life and her own limitations. You are also a good child. You have your own strengths. You are both the future pillars of the Qian family. Don't have those messy worries."

family.

Good boy.

"Yes, Father! I understand!"

Qian Xunji withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

"I've told you everything that needed to be said. Focus on the game."

Qian Xun waved his hand, and the pale golden soundproof barrier around him melted away like snow. He didn't linger any longer, taking a step forward, and the space in front of him instantly cracked open.

Contact me if you need anything.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Xunji's figure vanished into the void and disappeared from the room.

Qian San stood alone in the empty room. He lowered his head, touched the soul tool at his waist that held three soul bones, and recalled the gentle look in his father's eyes before he left.

"Qian San, oh Qian San, you are so lucky..."

...........

The Heavenly Battle Arena, the Deathmatch Arena.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of sweat and blood, and the gamblers in the stands were roaring at the top of their lungs.

In the center of the arena, a burly Soul Master of level forty-something with an Ironclad Rhinoceros Martial Soul collapsed to the ground. He gasped for breath, his face an unnatural ashen, utterly powerless.