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

As she moved, the solid and powerful soul energy around her naturally emanated—Soul Douluo.

After a period of arduous training and the baptism of immortal herbs, she finally crossed the threshold of level eighty.

"Father! Grandfather!"

When Qian Renxue saw Qian Xunji, her originally cold and hard face blossomed into a bright smile, and she quickly walked forward.

Qian Xunji looked at the blonde girl in front of him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. Although he, as her "cheap father," had essentially snatched her away halfway and forcibly taken the angelic position that should have belonged to her, the girl's talent was indeed outstanding, and her temperament had improved considerably recently.

Huang Tian, ​​standing to the side, glanced at Qian Renxue. His vertical pupils narrowed slightly, his eyes revealing a mysterious depth, but he remained silent.

Qian Xunji took in Huang Tian's expression, then turned to look at Qian Renxue.

"Xue'er," Qian Xun said quickly, her voice gentle.

"You are now a Contra Master, and your foundation is very solid. As for the matter of godhood, you don't need to rush."

Qian Renxue was taken aback, then nodded seriously.

Qian Xunji's gaze passed over Qian Renxue, looked at Qian Daoliu, and finally landed on Huang Tian almost imperceptibly.

"Since I promised you, I will not go back on my word." Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back.

"I have a complete plan. Besides the angelic position, I will definitely find another true divine successor for you."

This short sentence echoed throughout the hall, striking a chord in the hearts of all three people.

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up; it was an expression of unwavering trust in her father.

Qian Daoliu's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and the last trace of worry in his eyes finally vanished. What he feared most was that after he sacrificed himself and his son became a god, his granddaughter's future would be uncertain.

Now that Qian Xunji had made that promise, he could die without regret.

Huang Tian seemed lost in thought until Qian Xunji embraced her, bringing her back to her senses.

Although Huang Tian's cultivation level is only at the Soul Douluo level now, she is in the process of rebuilding her foundation. However, she has bloodlines that are almost on par with the Dragon King and has also fused with the Nine-Colored Dragon God's molt.

Given time, once she has fully matured, it is likely that no one in either world will be able to restrain her alone for the time being.

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The Blue Silver Forest has now become a lifeless, gray wasteland.

To be on the safe side and to accelerate the absorption process, Bibi Yin chose to share the vast life energy of this forest with Bibi Dong. Although Bibi Dong's Death Spider Emperor did not possess Bibi Yin's monstrous absorption talent, as both were top-tier poison-attribute and evil martial souls, forcibly absorbing life force was better than nothing.

In the heart of the forest, the vast, dark blue-silver net had completely collapsed.

Just before being completely drained, the 85,000-year-old Blue Silver Weaver King decisively detonated its remaining energy. The eruption of soul power tore open a gap, forcefully sending more than a dozen newly molted thousand-year-old Blue Silver Spiders out of their doom.

"Just a few small fry of the thousand-year level." Bibi Silver brushed the dust off her cloak, not even bothering to give chase.

Bibi Dong also didn't take the group of escaped low-level soul beasts seriously.

However, they were unaware that the dozen or so thousand-year-old blue silver spiders that had miraculously escaped did not scatter and flee upon landing. In their faint senses, they detected a familiar aura of royalty. The spiders changed direction and, as if on a pilgrimage, silently and swiftly made their way towards the Star Dou Great Forest.

Having absorbed all the energy, Bibi Dong felt the increasingly abundant Rakshasa divine power within her body and coldly said, "I need a secluded chamber for secluded cultivation."

Bibi Yin turned her head, a knowing smirk flashing in her dark purple eyes.

Since Bibi Yin carries the divine inheritance, then this woman in front of me, whose experiences overlap with mine, must also possess a divine position.

The so-called seclusion is nothing more than a final sprint to complete the divine test. Now that the Martial Soul Empire in the outer realm is all-powerful, Bibi Dong is like a stray dog, with nowhere to go except to fight to the death in the inner realm.

Bibi Yin didn't expose this hidden meaning, but instead gave a suggestive sneer: "Not bad. I've devoured this mother web and have recently gained some insights. I also need to go into seclusion for a while."

Without another word, the two women transformed into two streaks of purplish-black light and sped towards Haotian City.

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On the other side, Poseidon City.

The assessment criteria are gradually becoming clear.

Although Dai Mubai obtained the qualification for the pseudo-Sea God's Nine Trials by chance, he faced double the harsh pressure of the Sea God. Everyone's trials started at the same time, and under this quagmire-like pressure, Dai Mubai's proud White Tiger Physique gradually became inadequate, and his completion speed slowed down.

Tang San, on the other hand, had already overtaken them from behind.

"boom!"

A dull thud exploded. Tang San gripped the jet-black hexagonal Clear Sky Hammer with both hands, but instead of retracting it into his body, he used it as a fulcrum to throw it into the final level.

Using the terrifying weight of the hexagonal Clear Sky Hammer and the momentum of its forward slam, Tang San took a step forward!

The 333rd floor!

Tang San knelt on the steps, panting heavily, sweat mixed with drops of blood seeping from his pores, splattering onto the ground.

He stretched out his trembling right hand and grasped the drop of blood that was floating at the end, radiating a blinding light.

Pure golden light flowed through his fingertips, and a high-pitched dragon roar could be faintly heard—the bloodline of the Golden Sacred Dragon!

Just as Tang San grasped the bloodline, a female voice with a hint of scrutiny echoed in his mind:

"Descendant of the Earth Hammer. Do you wish to absorb this drop of blood yourself?"

The voice of the sea god.

Tang San shuddered. He didn't answer immediately, but instead turned his head with difficulty, his eyes gleaming with a purple light. Under the extreme vision of his Purple Demon Eyes, he pierced through layers of seawater and vaguely saw that familiar figure far away on the shore.

That was his teacher, Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang's greatest obsession in life is this drop of water that can completely rid his Luo Sanpao Martial Soul of its "useless" status and evolve it into a Golden Sacred Dragon.

But now this bloodline of the Golden Holy Dragon is in my hands.

Tang San's gaze lingered on Yu Xiaogang's figure for a moment before he looked away.

"No."

In his heart, Tang San answered the Sea God: "I will give this drop of blood to Xiao Wu."

In his view, the six-sided Clear Sky Hammer in his hand had already reached the pinnacle of human martial spirit quality. While the Golden Sacred Dragon bloodline was indeed powerful, it ultimately could not reach the true god-level standard and was merely icing on the cake for him.

Xiao Wu desperately needs power to protect herself. If she can fuse with this drop of true dragon blood, her self-defense capabilities will leap forward. In this perilous inner realm, only if Xiao Wu survives can he pursue higher realms without any worries.

As for returning this drop of blood, which is enough to change one's destiny, to the teacher on the shore who has been waiting for half a lifetime?

Sorry, that thought never even crossed his mind for a second.