Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 3 - Divine Gear

After laughing for a while, a peaceful light shone in Qian Renxue's eyes. She raised her hand to stroke her angelic holy sword and murmured, "They hate me for their ignorance, and I don't love them either, but ignorance... is not a capital offense! They should be redeemed!"

"I will use the sun's blazing fire to wash away the sins of the mortal world!"

"But...evil is everywhere, and we need to burn everything to ashes with the raging fire of the world." Qian Renxue's eyes were cold as she sensed the energy within her body, which was filled with the will of the plane. Her soul also became more solid. She asked, "It doesn't mean I just have to start fighting as a ball of souls, does it?"

"No rush, the physical problem is easy to solve. We just need to extract your bloodline from your divine equipment."

Soon, guided by the will of the plane, a dazzling golden light slowly emanated from Qian Renxue's coffin. The light was strong, but not blinding.

They resembled countless tiny, toothpick-like golden beams of light escaping from the cracks in the coffin.

Lifting the stone lid of the coffin, six nearly shattered golden soul bones merged and converged under the light, gradually revealing the outline of a human figure of about six years old.

"Why do I look like I'm six years old?" Qian Renxue asked, her beautiful brows furrowed in confusion.

"..."

The will of the plane paused for a moment, then explained, "Because you awakened your martial spirit at the age of six! Before that, you didn't have a martial spirit to sustain yourself!"

"Alright! You're right." Qian Renxue pouted awkwardly, stepped into her coffin, and tried to squeeze her soul into her body.

On one side, Qian Renxue was trying her best to merge her soul into her new body. On the other side, a faint purple light shone from the coffin, and a hollow murmur came from inside.

The will of the plane understood and lifted the lid of the other coffin. A broken purple spirit, bathed in holy light, slowly and laboriously made its way out of the coffin.

"This aura... is it Xue'er?" The purple, broken spirit looked up at the coffin shrouded in golden light. Even though the powerful aura of light was constantly harming her spirit, she still stared blankly at the golden light.

"Yes, Rakshasa God, that is the reborn angel god, your daughter has returned," the plane's will kindly reminded you.

Before long, the golden figure inside the coffin gradually solidified, and its face became clearer.

Gradually, a little girl with short blonde hair and a delicate, angelic face appeared before Bibi Dong's spirit.

"Mom, is that you? It's me, Xue'er!"

Upon seeing her mother, Qian Renxue rushed to her with tears in her eyes. However, when Qian Renxue embraced Bibi Dong's spirit, Bibi Dong's spirit remained motionless, a blank look flashing in her empty eyes.

For a moment, she didn't know whether she should hold Qian Renxue and cry or hold Qian Renxue and laugh.

"Rakshasa God, your time is running out!" the plane's will whispered a reminder.

"I know," Bibi Dong murmured. She ignored the urging of the plane's will and just hugged her daughter, whom she had lost and found again, tightly. Her heart was full of guilt and reluctance. She put her hand on Qian Renxue's shoulder and told her about her longing over the years and her apologies for the past.

Until her hand fell limply from Qian Renxue's shoulder, her spirit began to slowly dissipate.

"Mom, you... the will of this dimension, what should I do?" Qian Renxue turned to look at the will of this dimension and demanded, "Tell me!"

"You know she's beyond saving. She was already fatally wounded by the God of Asura, but... you can find a new master for the Rakshasa God's position!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's expression stiffened, and she murmured, "Is that so?"

After speaking, the plane's will retrieved the Rakshasa divine armor from Bibi Dong's coffin and neatly placed it before Qian Renxue, saying softly, "Angel God, please accept my condolences. Now, what you need to do is use the bloodline from your mother to remove the restrictions of the Rakshasa divine position."

"...I understand." Qian Renxue stood up with difficulty, but fell to the ground again. She picked up the purple spirit on the ground and sat cross-legged, no longer resisting, letting the purple spiritual energy that was completely contrary to her own invade her spirit.

As the spiritual energy entered her body, Qian Renxue's body trembled violently, and she was lifted up from the ground by a purple light. Since they were mother and daughter, there was naturally no resistance when they merged. At the same time, the Rakshasa Divine Armor on the ground also emitted a brilliant dark light.

It began to attach itself to Qian Renxue's head and moved downwards. When the divine headgear was attached to Qian Renxue's forehead, the golden angel headband trembled violently.

Qian Renxue felt as if something had pierced through her brow.

That sharp and pointed entity pierced through her skin and muscles, and finally embedded itself deeply into her consciousness.

The pain of having her brain pierced by a steel needle made Qian Renxue clench her teeth instantly, and even a trace of crimson seeped from the corner of her mouth.

At that moment, a point of purplish-gold light suddenly shone from between Qian Renxue's eyebrows. The soft purplish-gold light instantly covered her head, allowing Qian Renxue's spiritual sea to return to calm.

Qian Renxue knew that it was her mother's hand, taking this opportunity to gently soothe her tormented soul.

Surprisingly, just as Qian Renxue's pain completely subsided, the Rakshasa Divine Armor detached from her body, scattering like ping-pong balls on the ground.

"Dimensional will, what's going on?" Qian Renxue asked in a panic, picking up the scattered Rakshasa divine armor from the ground.

"The divine positions of Angel and Rakshasa are mutually exclusive; there's absolutely no chance of you succeeding by absorbing them like this," the plane's will slowly explained, but Qian Renxue wasn't buying it. She glared at the plane's will and said coldly, "So what…?"

"I need to forge a body for Him!"

After saying that, the plane's will didn't wait for Qian Renxue's reaction and used the simulated seven-colored spikes to cut open Qian Renxue's arm.

Crimson blood slowly flowed from the wound on Qian Renxue's wrist onto the sharp edge of the seven-colored spikes.

Under Qian Renxue's gaze, his blood, carried by the will of the plane, dripped onto the Rakshasa Divine Armor.

(End of this chapter)