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

The starry sea was desolate, and only pure divine power surged within the inheritance space.

Qianxunji stood suspended in the void, looking down at his hands.

Left hand, the Holy Sword of Angels; right hand, the Oath of Angels.

After truly stepping into the threshold of a first-level god, the world in his eyes had already changed somewhat.

With just a slight sense, the difference between the two weapons became as vast as a chasm.

【Angel's Oath】As expected of a god-king level super artifact, compared to it, the holy sword is as dull as an unsharpened piece of iron.

But Chihiro's gaze was fixed on the spine of the Angel's Oath sword.

There, a soul imprint, seamlessly integrated with the sword's body, is hidden.

He had not truly mastered this divine artifact. If the angelic god-king, far away in the inner realm, were present, he could forcibly snatch it away at any moment with a mere thought.

Chihiro's fingers slowly tightened, and the hilt of the sword made a faint cracking sound as it struggled to bear the weight.

Sitting idly by and waiting for death has never been his style.

Above the divine realm of this mortal world, several living god-kings still sit. If it really comes to that, even if he throws this super artifact into the meat grinder of Asura and Destruction and destroys it completely, he will never let it fly back to that old man's hands intact.

Concealing her murderous intent, Qianxunji pointed her left hand at the gem at the end of the Angel's Oath.

With a flick of the fingertips, a faint yet pure golden soul was forcibly extracted.

Qian Xunji raised his hand, and divine power surged forth from his palm like water bursting from a dam. The immense divine power, based on that wisp of remnant soul, weaved together flesh, bones, and meridians out of thin air.

In just a few breaths, the golden light dissipated.

A man dressed in a white and gold robe landed steadily on the stone platform. Gone were the white hairs of old age and the wrinkles on his face; in their place was a head of dazzling gold hair and the handsome face of a man in his twenties.

A thousand streams.

His memory was still stuck on the moment he deliberately burned his soul and crashed into the hilt of the sword. The burning pain of that self-immolation seemed to linger deep within his bones. Qian Daoliu stared blankly at his smooth, strong hands, touched his flat cheek, and then slowly shifted his gaze forward.

Golden hair, eight wings, divine armor.

The overwhelming pressure that transcended all living beings caused Qian Daoliu's body to react faster than his mind. His knees buckled, and he instinctively wanted to kneel down.

An invisible force was pressing down on him below his knees, holding him firmly in place.

"How was it? You didn't break your promise, did you?" Qian Xunji sheathed her twin swords and looked at him with a smile.

A layer of moisture quickly welled up in Qian Daoliu's eyes and rolled down his young cheeks.

The long-cherished wish of generations, the sacrifice of burning their lives, has finally come to fruition at this moment.

"You succeeded... The angel god has descended." Qian Daoliu's voice trembled, and even his tone changed.

Qian Xunji didn't respond to this, nor did he bother with any of the traditional father-son trope.

"Your current strength is that of a priest." Qianxunji cut straight to the point.

"This body can only remain in the lower realm for a maximum of a hundred years. After a hundred years, you can either ascend to the God Realm or suppress your cultivation and continue to remain in this world as a peerless Douluo. You can choose for yourself then."

Qian Daoliu was taken aback and tried to clench his fist.

This is the power of God.

"Let's go, it's time to get out." Qian Xunji didn't linger, turned around and took a step towards the spatial exit.

"Don't let them live in fear and anxiety outside."

……

Outside the Hall of Worship in Wuhun City.

Before an incense stick had burned, the golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth had completely ignited the entire Martial Soul City.

Bishops, Templars, and the city's garrison, like wolves drawn by the scent of blood, swarmed in from all directions, completely surrounding the square outside the temple.

In front of the gate, the golden crocodile and other worshippers and ferocious beasts stood ramrod straight, their breathing suppressed to a minimum.

A dull groan of bearing friction rang out, and two heavy doors were pushed open.

Qian Xunji stepped across the threshold, while Qian Daoliu followed half a step behind, quietly trailing to the right.

The moment that figure clad in divine armor appeared in everyone's sight, a naturally emanating pressure rose up on everyone's shoulders.

Huang Tian stood at the forefront, his gaze sweeping over Qian Xunji's eight wings and divine armor. Unlike the others, she wasn't suppressed by the divine power; instead, she stepped onto the stairs, opened her arms, and hugged him.

"You've gotten a bit more handsome." Huang Tian released his grip, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

"However, this is quite a large frame."

Qian Xunji reached out and patted her on the back: "It's not like I asked them to come."

The voice just fell.

At the bottom of the steps, Golden Crocodile Douluo led the way, and with a "whoosh," they moved in unison.

Everyone present, whether they were the revered figures second only to the emperor, the ferocious beasts that had dominated the forest for hundreds of thousands of years, or the tens of thousands of elite imperial troops on the periphery.

There was no single knee; both knees slammed onto the white jade slab.

The voices of tens of thousands of people converged into a torrent, soaring straight into the sky:

"Greetings, Angel God!"

Qian Xunji's gaze swept over the subjugated ocean, without any further pleasantries or sentiments.

"Rise."

He raised his right hand, palm facing upwards in a loose fist. A burst of intense golden light exploded at his fingertips, transforming into a shower of golden raindrops that precisely fell upon everyone present.

Divine light entered the body.

Golden Crocodile Douluo grunted, and the hidden injuries that had accumulated in his body for decades instantly melted away. The bottleneck that had been stuck at level 98 for many years began to loosen slightly. Xiong Jun raised his claws in astonishment, feeling that his own sharpness had been purified by the golden light.

The higher one's cultivation level, the more starlight one can plunder.

This divine power, which had no side effects, directly boosted the abilities of everyone from the Spirit Empire present.

Looking down at the kneeling imperial elites, a sea of ​​flesh stretching before him, Qian Xunji didn't linger. He turned his head slightly and gave a brief instruction to Qian Daoliu behind him.

"I'm leaving the rest to you. Once you've settled things here, I have other things to do."

Without giving Qian Daoliu a chance to reply, Qian Xunji raised his hand and drew a line in the air with his fingertips. A golden spatial rift was torn open, and he grabbed Huang Tian's wrist, pulling her directly into it.

The crack instantly closed, shutting out the frenzied roaring in the Wuhun City square.

When I opened my eyes again, the magnificent palaces were gone, replaced by only gray, desolate earth.

An ancient, desolate, and deathly atmosphere permeates every inch of the space.

Dragon Valley.

"Why did you suddenly come here?" Huang Tian steadied himself, his vertical pupils scanning the surroundings, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Qian Xunji did not answer immediately.

With his palm facing upwards, three dark, broken metal fragments appeared out of thin air.

The three fragments had a dull, lackluster surface, as if they had been shattered by some force. But as if sensing Qian Xunji's change, the three fragments slowly turned a grayish-gold color.

"Now I have reached the god level." Qian Xunji stared at the fragment in his palm, his fingertips gently stroking the rough break.

"Of course we can try to restore this thing."