Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

He was born with full soul power and was the perfect inheritor of the Angelic Martial Soul.

Now, he is lurking in the Heavenly Dou Empire, disguised as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, and his mental and physical abilities are top-notch.

snow White.

Needless to say, that was a treasure she personally oversaw.

With twin martial souls—a snow-capped swan and a six-winged angel—his talent is even more outrageous than Qian Renxue's.

Most importantly, she is only a teenager and has great potential.

Either of these two candidates would be enough to drive the gods in the divine realm, who are still clueless about what to do, envious to the point of madness.

The angel god raised his hand, his slender fingertips gently tapping the armrest of his throne.

but……

With the Dragon God's revival imminent, the pace definitely needs to be accelerated.

We should find an opportunity to put the matter of succession to the divine position on the agenda.

Rakshasa Temple.

A chilling aura permeated the hall, and eerie green ghost fires floated in the air, illuminating the entire temple as if it were a ghostly realm.

The Rakshasa God leaned back on his throne, his gloomy face expressionless, his body wreathed in twisted resentment.

She frowned slightly as she listened to the news coming from outside.

Is there some unusual movement in the Dragon God's legacy?

Has the Dragon Realm disappeared?

Ugh, what a hassle.

She lowered her head, her gaze piercing through the void, landing on a dark corner of the Douluo Continent.

There, her successor to the divine position was diligently cultivating, and the power of resentment around him was gradually improving.

The Rakshasa God narrowed his eyes.

Should we speed up the process?

Can you grant me more divine power?

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she suppressed it.

What are you giving me?

Does divine power come for free?

That was the source she had painstakingly accumulated; every bit she gave away was a bit less.

If the Dragon God really does revive, she'll have to conserve her power to escape.

Besides, that successor is doing quite well in his cultivation now; he just needs to follow the steps.

The Rakshasa God nodded with a sense of detachment, continuing to recline on his throne as if it were none of his business.

As for speeding up the process?

No rush, let's take another look.

Anyway, if the sky falls, there are five god-kings to hold it up.

Poseidon Temple.

Compared to the other gods' worries and anxieties, the sea god's mood at this moment could only be described as sunny and bright.

He sat upright on his throne, his long, sea-blue hair cascading over his shoulders, and a radiant smile graced his majestic and handsome face.

Is there some unusual movement in the Dragon God's legacy?

What business is it of his?

Has the Dragon Realm disappeared?

What does this have to do with him?

He only needs to know one thing

The successor he chose is currently cultivating peacefully on Poseidon Island.

And

Poseidon's gaze pierced through the void, landing on the figure sitting cross-legged, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Asura Domain.

This young man actually possesses the Asura Domain.

That is the entry-level item for the Asura God's inheritance. It is something that only those who have completed the Hell Road of the Slaughter City and obtained the Slaughter God Domain can further condense.

What does this mean?

This shows that this young man is qualified to become the successor of the Asura God.

But by some strange twist of fate, he ended up on Poseidon Island.

Unfortunately, he triggered the sea god's inherited mark.

Unfortunately, he was subjected to the Nine Trials of the Sea God.

Hahahaha!

Poseidon almost burst out laughing.

Oh, Asura God, you've finally met your match!

The most suitable heir slipped through your fingers and came into my hands.

Are you blind?

The more Poseidon thought about it, the more pleased he became. His gaze fell on the golden trident mark on Lin Wan's forehead, and he found it pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at it.

Keep practicing diligently, young man.

The day you complete the nine trials of Poseidon, I will personally crown you.

Let that old guy, the Asura God, take a good look.

……

Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.

Qian Daoliu slowly raised his head.

Above the dome of the main hall, the golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth was slowly receding, but the sacred and majestic aura still filled every inch of space.

oracle.

An oracle from the angel god.

He originally wanted to delay it a little longer.

The matter of inheriting the divine examination is related to the long-cherished wish of thousands of families and the fate of Xue'er and Bai'er. He wanted to be more cautious and consider it more carefully.

but now……

"I can't wait any longer."

Qian Daoliu murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

The oracle's meaning was clear: initiate the Angelic Trial as soon as possible, and the successor will be chosen from among the current generation of the Qian family.

He turned around, his gaze passing through the open doors of the main hall to the view outside the offering hall.

There, in Wuhun City, the once-every-five-years Soul Master Tournament is being held.

On the spacious training ground, young soul masters were engaged in fierce battle. The light of various martial souls intertwined and bloomed, and cheers and shouts rose and fell, still faintly audible even from such a distance.

In the crowd, he spotted that golden figure.

Snow White stood at the very front of the stands, dressed in pure white, her long golden hair shimmering softly in the sunlight.

She watched the game quietly, surrounded by a faint aura of holiness. Even if she just stood there doing nothing, she stood out from the crowd.

A short distance away from her, a figure stood with his hands behind his back.

A thousand feet of snow.

Qian Renxue, disguised as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, had a faint smile on her lips at this moment.

The two of them standing together looked just like angels emerging from a temple.

Qian Daoliu looked at them with a complicated expression.

Xue'er has suffered so much these past years.

From his teens, he was sent to the Heavenly Dou Empire, disguised as Xue Qinghe, to infiltrate that treacherous imperial city, walking on thin ice and exhausting himself.

More than ten years.

How many decades does one have in a lifetime?

She dedicated the best years of her youth to the great cause of the Spirit Hall.

And snow...

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on Snow White, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

This child is incredibly talented, yet his temperament is as aloof as snow.

He grew up under my tutelage and was already a level 64 Soul Emperor at a young age.

She should have enjoyed the best cultivation resources, received the best guidance, and grown up peacefully.

But now, a divine decree has been issued, and she too must embark on that path.

Qian Daoliu closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

When he opened his eyes again, his cloudy old eyes were now clear and resolute.

"It's time."

He murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

"Xue'er, Bai Xue, it's time to receive the inheritance of the Angel God."