When Qian Daoliu transmigrated into Douluo Continent II, even the evil spirit masters were terrified

It was in the early hours of the morning.

Qian Daoliu could see a magnificent city in the distance.

The city covers a vast area, with towering walls and bright lights, making it incredibly prosperous even in the dead of night.

He lowered his altitude and could see the three large characters on the city gate clearly.

Tianming City.

Qian Daoliu felt that this place should hold the information he wanted to know, so he landed on the ground and slowly walked towards the city gate.

He is a person who follows the rules.

Before this time travel, entering such a large city required paying a fee, and this era should be no exception.

The guards at the city gate had already spotted Qian Daoliu.

After all, Qian Daoliu flew over, and he had wings on his back.

The guards were unsure whether the other party was a Title Douluo or had awakened a flying martial soul, so their attitude remained respectful.

"It takes five silver soul coins to enter the city," the guard said.

Qian Daoliu took out five silver soul coins from his storage soul tool and handed them to the guard.

The guard took the silver soul coin, glanced at it, and frowned slightly.

"The design on this Silver Soul coin is wrong." The guard examined it several times. "What's going on?"

Qian Daoliu probably understood the reason.

The silver soul coins in his hand belonged to the era he originally lived in.

In this day and age, although the monetary system has not changed, the currency itself will certainly change.

Simply put, this means using the currency of the previous dynasty to buy things from the current dynasty.

Qian Daoliu was at a loss for what to do, since all the money he had was in this style.

However, after examining the silver soul coins, the guards not only didn't make things difficult for them, but instead showed a shocked expression.

"Brother, your Silver Soul coin is probably quite old. The design and craftsmanship make it an antique! Its true value far exceeds that of ordinary Silver Soul coins."

He licked his lips and asked tentatively, "If you don't mind, I can pay for it."

Qian Daoliu was quite surprised and asked, "What's the ratio?"

The guard was also a bit unsure, so he tentatively held up five fingers: "How about I buy five of your silver soul coins for five gold soul coins?"

Qian Daoliu fell into deep thought.

It wasn't that I thought the ratio was wrong, but I was just thinking that I had hundreds of thousands of silver soul coins and hundreds of millions of similar gold soul coins in my storage soul tool.

What would that be after conversion?

This is naturally a good thing.

After all, whether it's developing the Spirit Hall back to its former level or rebuilding it, money is indispensable.

He had been worried that he wouldn't have enough money, but now it seems he might have plenty left.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the guard assumed that he thought the price was too low and offered to raise it.

"Ten gold soul coins! That's the most I can offer!"

Qian Daoliu snapped out of his daze and nodded in agreement.

The guard breathed a sigh of relief, took out nine gold soul coins and five silver soul coins from his pocket, and handed them to Qian Daoliu.

This excludes the cost of entering the city.

Qian Daoliu casually accepted it and slowly walked into Tianming City.

The guard watched his retreating figure and muttered to himself, "I wonder if he made a profit or a loss."

……

Qian Daoliu walked down the street, looking around.

Tianming City was much more prosperous than he had imagined.

Even though it was already past midnight, the streets were still bustling with people and brightly lit.

The area is lined with shops on both sides, including restaurants, teahouses, inns, and shops of all kinds.

There were also many vendors setting up stalls along the street, selling various snacks and groceries, with shouts rising and falling.

Qian Daoliu's appearance attracted the attention of many women who passed by him.

With his white robe, golden hair, and jade-like face, coupled with his noble demeanor, he looked like someone who had stepped out of a painting.

Some women even mustered up the courage to come over and invite him to their homes.

"Handsome guy, come hang out!"

"Young master, it's late. Would you like to stay at my place for the night?"

"I have hot tea at home, please come in and have a cup."

Qian Daoliu politely declined, saying, "I have other matters to attend to. Let's talk another day."

He gave up on asking anyone about the Spirit Hall.

The goal is clear at this moment.

That means going to the place in Tianming City with the largest collection of books to consult the classics.

He walked casually down the street, his spiritual power silently reaching out and covering the entire Tianming City.

They quickly identified a location.

Qian Daoliu walked through several streets and finally stopped in front of a luxurious mansion.

The plaque has four large characters written on it.

White Tiger Duke's Mansion.

According to his investigation, there is a Title Douluo among them.

There is only one titled Douluo in the entire Tianming City.

I believe that the other party holds the highest position in Tianming City, and their residence should theoretically have the largest collection of books.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at the pitch-black night sky.

I feel it's really inappropriate to bother others at this time.

"There's no rush."

Qian Daoliu figured that since he had already transmigrated and it would be difficult for him to go back anyway, he decided to visit again tomorrow morning.

He turned and left, randomly choosing a hotel by the roadside and checking in.

The room wasn't big, but it was clean and tidy.

Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged on the bed, preparing to cultivate.

But I just couldn't get into the zone.

In the past, he would pray to the angel statue every time he cultivated, and over time it became a habit.

Now that the angel statue is no longer in front of me, I feel a sense of emptiness inside.

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, looked at the empty room, and sighed softly.

Then, he took out a sword from his storage soul tool.

This is a sword that is entirely silver with a gold hilt, about three feet long, and engraved with angelic symbols on its blade. The hilt has two folded gold wings, with tiny red gemstones inlaid along their edges.

This is the Angel's Sword, but Qian Daoliu prefers to call it the Angel Holy Sword. He obtained it from the Angel God's inheritance space when he passed the seventh test of the Angel God, and it can be considered a semi-divine artifact.

Since there was no angel statue, the angel's holy sword had to be used as a substitute.

Qian Daoliu placed the Angelic Holy Sword on his lap.

Close your eyes and adjust your breathing.

I gradually entered a meditative state.

……

The next morning.

Qian Daoliu finished his night of cultivation and slowly opened his eyes.

The golden light gradually faded from his pupils.

He looked down at the angelic sword on his lap, reached out and stroked the blade, feeling its familiar divine aura.

Although his current cultivation level has reached the pinnacle of a Soul Master, he can only be considered a beginner at the Limit Douluo level.

If we had to categorize it by realm, we could call it the early stage of Limit Douluo.

There is still a long way to go.

Qian Daoliu was slightly worried.

He is exactly one hundred years old this year.

Normally, a titled Douluo can live up to three hundred years.

He, a Limit Douluo, could probably live for five hundred years.

He was confident that he could cultivate to the late stage of the Limit Douluo realm before he died of old age.

But so what?

In the end, they still cannot escape the cycle of birth and death.

In his youth, he felt that he had extraordinary talent and the potential to become a god.

But in the end, he only obtained the Eight Trials of the Angel God, and the Limit Douluo was already the pinnacle.

Although he gradually let go of his obsession with becoming a god, he felt that as long as he could cultivate descendants who could inherit the angel god, it would be considered a complete success.

But in this day and age, it's hard to say whether he'll have any descendants.

Or perhaps, after I traveled through time, one of my descendants became an angel god.

In short, he felt quite lost.