Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

As for who will inherit the principal position and who will inherit the assistant position...

That depends on their own abilities.

She couldn't be bothered to worry about them.

"Keep agonizing over it."

The angel yawned, and golden light flowed around her.

"You will know once they have all completed the divine test."

"but……"

Her gaze fell on the golden figure, and a satisfied smile curved her lips.

"This little guy is quite interesting."

"Fifteen years old, level 64..."

"Tsk, even more impressive than I imagined."

……

Inside the offering hall.

Qian Renxue finally spoke.

Her voice was soft, yet exceptionally clear in the empty hall.

"grandfather."

Qian Daoliu looked at her.

Qian Renxue raised her eyelids, her golden eyes meeting his gaze without flinching.

"I don't want to lie."

She said it word by word.

"The Divine Trial is something every Soul Master longs for."

"Me too."

Qian Daoliu's eyes trembled slightly.

Qian Renxue continued, "I want to become a god."

"I want to see what the view is like from that height."

"I want to prove that the traditions passed down through thousands of years have not been in vain."

"I want the glory of the angels to shine upon the entire continent."

Her voice grew louder and louder until it echoed endlessly in the empty hall.

Qian Daoliu listened quietly without saying a word.

After a moment, Qian Renxue's voice softened.

"But I also understand."

She said softly.

"Snow White's talent is better than mine."

"More suitable for the inheritance of the Angel God."

Qian Daoliu fell silent.

He looked at the woman in front of him, at the complex light in her eyes.

There was longing, resentment, pride, and... relief.

half an hour.

He sighed.

The sigh was soft, yet it echoed endlessly in the empty hall.

"Xue'er..."

Qian Daoliu spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

He didn't know what to say.

Should we praise her for being sensible?

Should I tell her that no matter what she thinks, it's a difficult decision for him, as her grandfather?

Chapter 446 Dragon God's Legacy

Qian Renxue looked at him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an indescribable tenderness.

"Grandpa, you don't need to be troubled."

She said softly.

"No matter who you choose in the end, I won't blame you."

"Because I know that making this decision was harder for you than for anyone else."

Qian Daoliu looked at her, his eyes slightly red.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just sighed again.

Moonlight streamed through the stained-glass windows of the dome, bathing the two figures in a soft glow.

The angel statue stood silently at the far end of the hall, its six wings outstretched, overlooking everything.

Those golden eyes seemed to be watching them as well.

They were watching the grandmother and grandson.

Gazing upon this inheritor who has waited for ten thousand years.

……

Dragon Realm.

An eternal, dim light enveloped this desolate dragon cemetery.

The air was thick as liquid, and the dragon clouds drifted slowly. Occasionally, a translucent dragon soul would escape from the massive skeleton, letting out a silent roar before dissipating weakly after a moment.

For millions of years, only death has existed here.

until now.

Deep within the Dragon Realm, beneath the massive, mountain-like dragon skeleton, a pale blue dragon egg lies quietly nestled among the crevices of the bones.

The scales on the eggshell were swirling wildly, and the iridescent light was flashing intensely like a beating heart.

The surrounding dragon clouds seemed to be summoned by something, and slowly began to rotate around the dragon egg, forming a huge vortex.

Countless wandering dragon souls emerged from the dragon bones from all directions. They no longer drifted aimlessly, but converged on the dragon egg as if on a pilgrimage.

A dragon soul descended and merged into the seven-colored halo.

Another dragon soul descended and merged into it as well.

Ten paths.

One hundred paths.

A thousand paths.

More and more dragon souls were awakened from their slumber. They flew through the dim sky and the drifting dragon clouds, like moths to a flame, rushing one after another into the dragon egg.

Those are the heroic spirits of the ancient dragon race who died in battle.

They have been sleeping in the Dragon Realm for ten thousand years, waiting for something.

Now, they have finally gotten what they've been waiting for.

The dragon egg trembled more and more violently.

The cracks on the eggshell began to spread, and the fine "crackling" sound was particularly clear in this deathly silent space.

One.

Two paths.

Three paths.

Seven-colored light shone through the cracks, growing brighter and brighter until it illuminated this area in the deepest part of the Dragon Realm as if it were daytime.

The surging dragon souls seemed to sense something and suddenly accelerated.

They no longer merged one by one, but rather, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, they transformed into a rain of light that poured down wildly.

Inside the dragon egg, Xisu's consciousness was in a strange state.

She can sense everything in the outside world.

The will of those dragon ancestors, the expectations spanning ten thousand years, the unwillingness, protection, sacrifice, inheritance... all of it, at this moment, transformed into the purest energy and the deepest emotions, surging into her body.

She could hear them talking.

"Child...live on..."

"To protect... the hope of the dragon race..."

"Don't end up like us... Don't let the dragon race perish..."

The sounds were chaotic, yet they all carried the same warmth.

Hisu's curled-up body slowly stretched out.

Those eyes, which had been tightly closed, trembled slightly at that moment.

outside world.

The dragon egg's tremors reached their peak.