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

Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.

Today, all guards and attendants have been cleared from the hall, leaving only Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji in the empty hall.

Qian Daoliu, dressed in a gray robe, looked at Qian Xunji standing before him. His aged face showed no particular expression; he simply asked calmly, "Ready?"

Qianxun nodded quickly.

"Come with me." Qian Daoliu turned around and walked towards the depths of the main hall.

The two walked through the long corridor and pushed open the heavy doors of the Elder Hall. A ten-meter-tall, pure gold, six-winged angel statue stood silently at the end. Qian Daoliu walked to the statue, forced a drop of golden blood from his fingertip, and flicked it into the statue's brow.

The light twisted, and space was silently torn apart.

Qian Xunji followed Qian Daoliu and stepped into the crevice. Their vision shifted, and before them was no longer a closed palace, but a vast and boundless starry sky.

In the very center of the starry sky, a hexagonal ancient temple floats silently.

In the center of the temple, there were no glittering decorations, only a lifeless, gray stone angel statue. In front of the statue, an ancient longsword was stuck upside down, with a dull diamond-shaped gemstone inlaid at the end of the hilt.

"Go, infuse your blood into that gem," Qian Daoliu said, standing at the bottom of the steps.

Qianxun strode forward, his fingers like knives, and slashed a bloody gash in his palm. He pressed his hand against the gem on the sword hilt, and the gem greedily devoured the blood instantly.

The next instant, a suction force erupted from the longsword. Qian Xunji's body tensed, pinned to the spot, unable to move even a finger.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu calmly walked up the steps and stood between Qian Xunji and the gray statue.

A cluster of pure golden flames ignited from beneath Qian Daoliu's feet, instantly engulfing his body.

This was not an ordinary burning of soul power, but a complete ignition—his flesh, bones, and even soul were transformed into fuel for opening his divine position in this fire.

As Qian Daoliu's figure gradually became transparent in the fire, Qian Xunji's gaze darkened.

Although his body was firmly sucked in, it wasn't completely sealed. With a sharp sword cry, he forcibly summoned the [Angel's Oath] and plunged it into the blood-sucking gem in front of him!

Qian Xunji was surprised that the Angel God King hadn't taken away the [Angel's Oath]. He wondered if it was because of the difference between the two realms or because he had initially obtained the right to use the [Angel's Oath].

In that case, wouldn't the Angel God King currently not even have a single super artifact?

Clearing his mind of distractions, Qian Xunji instructed Qian Daoliu:

"It doesn't need to burn completely."

"Leave a sliver of your soul to reside within this [Angel's Oath]! Then, you will still have hope of being reborn!"

The golden flame flickered.

Qian Daoliu's figure stopped in the fire. He turned his head and looked at Qian Xunji.

At this moment, life and death were violently pulling at his heart.

The Spirit Hall has now unified the world, the empire has just been established, and a glorious future is within reach. Moreover, the Angel God is about to return to the world; he has spent his entire life striving for this day, how could he not want to witness the Spirit Empire's triumphant reign?

Of course he wants to live!

But he was even more afraid. He feared that if he took a chance and didn't burn everything away, the angel's test wouldn't have enough energy, and the inheritance would fail.

Seeing the hesitation and worry in those aged eyes, Qian Xunji snorted coldly.

"Don't worry, the divine test has enough energy; there won't be any accidents." Qian Xunji stared at Qian Daoliu, a slightly provocative sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. "Besides, you're just going to leave like that? Aren't you afraid that I, your stepfather, will bully Xue'er in the future?"

This statement seemed out of place in this solemn and dignified temple of heritage.

But after hearing this, Qian Daoliu was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter amidst the blazing golden flames.

"You dare?!"

The old man's laughter was filled with boundless carefree spirit and pride.

In the final moment of the burning, Qian Daoliu no longer hesitated. He deliberately severed part of his soul's spontaneous combustion, and that most primal golden light disappeared into the [Angel's Oath] inserted in the gem just before the flames completely engulfed him.

The flames suddenly contracted. Qian Daoliu's figure vanished from the spot, transforming into the purest divine energy, rushing towards the gray statue.

The suction disappeared instantly.

Chihiro regained his freedom. He stepped forward, exerting force with both hands simultaneously. His right hand gripped the longsword that had been stuck inside, while his left hand grasped the [Angel's Oath] that housed Chihiro's soul.

"laugh--"

He drew both swords at the same time.

As the longsword left the ground, countless dazzling golden rays cracked open on the surface of the once-dull, gray rock statue. The rocky outer shell peeled away inch by inch, revealing a pure golden six-winged angel radiating boundless light, spreading its wings in the starry sky.

Golden light poured down like a sea, crashing into Qian Xunji's chest.

The succession to the divine throne begins!

.......

The Divine Realm Committee.

The sea of ​​clouds churned, and the entire central hub of the divine realm was shrouded in a chilling undercurrent.

Since the passage between the two lower realms was opened, the spatial barrier has become increasingly stable. Now, the main gate outside Star Luo City on Douluo Star can barely withstand the passage of divine power at the level of a god.

In order to find out the details of the other side, the divine realm secretly dispatched a priest across realms to investigate a week ago, but there has been no news since.

The five great god-kings sat solemnly before the round table, the atmosphere heavy with tension.

Suddenly, the gravity compass in the central part of the divine realm emitted a faint hum. From the direction of Douluo Star in the lower realm, a pure, holy golden light shot into the sky.

"The angelic throne has finally found a successor." The God of Destruction's eyes, shrouded in a purplish-black cloak, slightly opened, a hint of relief flashing in his blood-red pupils.

"At this critical juncture, this is a rare piece of good news."

The Asura God-King sat upright in the main seat and chuckled, "In the end, he's just a first-level god. But the timing is indeed good. When he has just ascended to the throne and his mortal desires have not yet faded, it's just the right time to send him to another world as a pioneer to explore the way."

"Not bad," the evil god-king echoed coldly.

"The divine realm is currently in dire need of talent. Once he completes the ninth test and ascends, we'll give him a good talking-to, to teach him the rules of the divine realm. Angel Gods are among the top-tier warriors of the first-level gods; if the two realms were to truly go to war in the future, they would be a sharp weapon."

All the god-kings present were first-generation god-kings, and a first-level god who did not take sides was nothing special in their eyes.

The realms of the gods and the physical world are now under full martial law.

The Divine Council has issued a restriction: no deity may leave the Divine Realm without authorization. Gods may bestow their teachings upon the mortal world, but their true forms must never be moved.

This has led to an awkward situation—except for cases like the Angel God, where the main gods have long since fallen, leaving only an empty shell of their divine positions and a temple of inheritance, the positions of the other living gods are rarely passed down or passed on.

In this way, the return of the angel god becomes even more precious.