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

Even though the other person was wearing a silver half-face mask, their figure, their gait, and even the faint, familiar aura of light emanating from the air gave him an absurd illusion.

"What? Doesn't the High Priest recognize me?"

Qian Xunji chuckled softly, slowly raised her hand, and removed the silver mask from her face.

When that long-unseen yet slightly sinister face was finally exposed to the air, Qian Daoliu's pupils trembled violently, and his brain went blank for a moment!

"Ji...Ji'er?"

Qian Daoliu's voice trembled as he took a step forward in disbelief. But he quickly realized something was wrong! His son, Qian Xunji, was long dead, dead in that dark, secret room—the body he had personally verified!

"No, you are not him!"

Overwhelmed with grief, Qian Daoliu's rage instantly shattered his reason, and his level 99 divine pressure erupted like a tsunami:

"How dare you! You dare use evil magic to impersonate my deceased son and run rampant in the temple! You're courting death!"

Before he finished speaking, three pairs of pure white wings instantly unfolded behind Qian Daoliu, and a Heaven-Measuring Sword made entirely of light elements pointed directly at Qian Xunji's throat, its killing intent boiling!

Facing the enraged Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji did not retreat even a step.

He simply looked calmly at the old man before him, who had devoted his life to his family and beliefs, and uttered a few words softly:

"And now?"

boom--

Without any movement, an angelic aura, purer and more vast than Qian Daoliu's, erupted from Qian Xunji's body, directly repelling Qian Daoliu's oppressive aura!

Then, to Qian Daoliu's incredulous gaze...

one two three four……

Four pairs, eight dazzling angel wings, unfolded behind Qian Xunji. The radiant aura that surpassed that of a six-winged angel, reaching a kind of primordial transformation, caused the angel statue in the shrine to resonate and hum!

"Clang!"

The Measuring Heaven Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand fell instantly as he lost control of his soul power. He was as if struck by lightning, staring blankly at the eight sacred wings, his lips trembling violently, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Eight... an eight-winged angel? How is this possible... This is a martial soul evolution... You... who exactly are you?"

In this world, appearance can be disguised, and aura can be faked, but the angelic martial soul originating from the depths of one's bloodline, and that level ninety-nine soul power, are absolutely impossible to fake!

Qian Xunji put away his martial spirit, walked to the tea table next to the main hall, naturally picked up the teapot, and poured two cups of warm water.

"I am indeed Qian Xunji." Qian Xunji, holding a water cup, walked up to Qian Daoliu, handed him a cup, and looked at him calmly.

"Unfortunately, I am not Qian Xunji of this world, or rather, I am not that good-for-nothing who was seriously injured by Tang Hao and eventually died in the secret room."

Qian Daoliu subconsciously took the water glass, his mind still a complete mess: "No...not this world?"

Qian Xunji recounted the information about the [Inner World] and the [Outer World], as well as the story of the Angel God King descending to test the gods and opening the passage, picking out the parts he could tell.

A full incense stick's time had passed.

Qian Daoliu remained in the position of holding the water cup, his eyes glazed over. A parallel world? Another continent with a reversed order? Was he even a parasitized healing king in that world? Was he really with Poseidon in that world?

This all sounds like utter nonsense!

However, looking at the living face before him, and feeling the undeniable Eight-Winged Angel Martial Soul and the soul power of a level 99 Peerless Douluo, Qian Daoliu's solid defense of common sense finally crumbled.

"You...you really are..." Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunji. Although he knew that this was the son of another world, the longing still made his eyes slightly red.

"So, Great Master, can we sit down and have a proper talk now?" Qian Xunji sat down on the chair next to him.

Qian Daoliu took several deep breaths to suppress his emotions. He sat down opposite Qian Xunji, looked at him with a complex expression for a long time, and finally stammered:

"Since... since you have come on the orders of the Angel King, then... could you do me a favor?"

Qian Xunji raised an eyebrow: "What kind of busy?"

A trace of pain and pleading flashed across Qian Daoliu's old face: "Go to the Heavenly Dou Empire and see Xue'er... She's hiding alone in an enemy country, it's too hard for her... She misses you so much."

Upon hearing this name, Qian Xunji fell silent.

Although Qian Renxue was not his biological daughter, he could not ignore the girl's tragic experience. Moreover, the God King had given him a death order: to help Qian Renxue.

"I will go." Qian Xunji put down her water glass.

"High Priest, as I just said, I came to this world to carry out the mission of the Angel King and to save the angel race."

Qian Daoliu keenly sensed the chill in his words:

"Salvation? With me here and the foundation of the Hall of Worship, why would the angels need salvation?"

"Hehehe..."

"With you in charge? High Priest, do you even know what the fate of the angel race was in the original timeline?"

Qian Xunji suddenly leaned close to Qian Daoliu and said, word by word, "In the future, the Angel Clan will suffer a terrible defeat. Your foundation will be completely wiped out; your honor and faith will be trampled underfoot and used as stepping stones for villains; you will be sacrificed to open the divine test for Qian Renxue!"

"And Xue'er..." Qian Xunji's voice seemed to come from hell.

"She will be corrupted by despicable means during the divine trial, ultimately losing her divine position in the final battle, stripping herself of all soul power, and spending the rest of her life as a cripple! And the Spirit Hall will be utterly annihilated from this world!"

"Snap!"

The teacup in Qian Daoliu's hand was crushed to pieces, and scalding tea mixed with blood flowed down, but he was completely unaware.

"Who is it?" Qian Daoliu's eyes instantly turned blood red, and his level ninety-nine killing intent pierced through the dome of the sacrificial hall. "Is it that scoundrel Tang Hao? Or that two-faced Bibi Dong? I'll go and kill them right now!"

"Don't rush, killing them will dirty your hands." Qian Xunji grabbed the enraged Qian Daoliu.

"I will settle these scores with them one by one, but not now. I have a ten-year plan, no, a ten-year plan."

Qian Xunji looked at Qian Daoliu, a cold smile curving his lips:

"Now, all you need to do is trust me and do me a favor."

Qian Daoliu's chest heaved violently as he stared intently at Qian Xunji: "What kind of help? Just name it! As long as you can protect Xue'er and preserve the Angel Clan, you can take my life!"

"It's not that serious." Qian Xunji smiled and patted Qian Daoliu on the shoulder.

"Help me hunt down a soul beast."

"Hunting soul beasts?" Qian Daoliu frowned, puzzled, but agreed without hesitation.

"What level? Ten thousand years? Give me the location, and I'll have the second brother go there himself. His level ninety-eight cultivation is more than enough."

"No." Chihiro shook her head.

"Golden Crocodile alone isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap."

Qian Xunji stood up and announced his plan, word by word:

"I want you to personally lead the team—Golden Crocodile, Azure Phoenix, Lion, Light Feather… I want all the Super Douluos from the Hall of Offerings to come to the Star Dou Great Forest!"

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