Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the hall and landing on the two golden figures.

One is his granddaughter whom he watched grow up. For the sake of the Spirit Hall's great cause, she has been hiding her identity and infiltrating the Heaven Dou realm for more than ten years, walking on thin ice and exhausting herself.

One is his great-granddaughter, whose talent is frighteningly high. She grew up under his tutelage and is as aloof as snow, yet she can always reveal a warm smile unintentionally.

The palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all meat.

But the divine decree has been issued, and the angel himself has spoken; this matter cannot be delayed any longer.

"Let's just wait until the Soul Master Competition is over."

Qian Daoliu's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable certainty.

"Let the two of them undergo the angelic test together."

He paused, his gaze shifting slightly to the northern horizon.

That's the direction of Tiandou City.

"As for the Heaven Dou Empire..."

A cold smile slowly curved the corners of Qian Daoliu's lips.

"Once they finish the divine test, they can continue."

His voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

"after all……"

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, the golden rays of the setting sun shining through the dome, casting a long, long shadow of him.

"It's getting cold."

He said it softly, his tone as indifferent as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

But a chilling glint flashed in those cloudy old eyes.

"The Heavenly Dou Empire should also disappear."

After he finished speaking, the hall fell into a long silence.

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

Those golden eyes seemed to be gazing northward as well.

They gazed upon the ancient empire that was about to come to an end.

……

In the distance, on the field.

Cheers rose and fell, the light of various martial spirits intertwined and shone brightly, and the young soul masters were fighting for honor.

Snow White stood at the very front of the stands, dressed in white as snow, her long golden hair fluttering gently in the wind.

She watched the game quietly, surrounded by a faint aura of holiness, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

A short distance away from her, Qian Renxue, disguised as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, had a faint smile on her lips.

Chapter 452 She wouldn't even call him father

Pope's Palace.

The twilight light streamed through the stained glass windows, casting dappled reflections on the cold stone slabs.

Bibi Dong sat on the magnificent and majestic papal throne, holding a newly delivered letter in her hand.

The envelope was unsigned, but only one person on the entire continent dared to use the six-winged angel emblem stamped on it with sealing wax.

A thousand streams.

She opened the letter and read it word by word.

The letter was short and concise, without any unnecessary small talk or pleasantries.

But the meaning conveyed between the lines made Bibi Dong raise her eyebrows slightly.

It's time to take action.

Bibi Dong put down the letter, a hint of surprise flashing in her purple eyes.

According to her original plan, the game of the Heavenly Dou Empire would take at least another three years.

Although Emperor Xueye's health was deteriorating, he was not yet at the point of exhaustion.

The struggle between those members of the imperial family has not yet reached a fever pitch. Although Xue Qinghe, disguised as Qian Renxue, is firmly in the position of crown prince, he still needs more groundwork if he wants to take over the entire empire without bloodshed.

But now, Qian Daoliu can't wait any longer.

Bibi Dong's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

She didn't know why Qian Daoliu suddenly changed his mind, but she knew that since the Grand Elder had spoken, it meant he had made all the necessary preparations.

All she needed to do was cooperate.

After all, Qian Renxue wouldn't stay there to be emperor after conquering the Heaven Dou Empire. She still needed to cultivate and attempt the Angelic Trial. Eventually, all affairs of the Heaven Dou Empire would fall into her hands.

Bibi Dong lowered her eyes, a faint smile curving her lips.

"Alright."

She murmured to herself, her voice echoing in the empty hall.

"Whether it's a few years earlier or a few years later, it won't make any difference."

She raised her hand, her slender fingers making a light sweeping motion in the air.

A dark figure emerged silently from the shadows of the hall, kneeling on one knee below the throne. His entire body was shrouded in a black cloak, obscuring his face, except for a pair of cold eyes that gleamed in the darkness.

"Pass down the order."

Bibi Dong's voice was indifferent as frost, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Mobilize all available Soul Masters from the Spirit Hall and assemble them towards Heaven Dou City. Operate covertly and do not alert anyone."

"Yes."

The shadowy figure responded in a low voice, then vanished back into the shadows in a flash.

Bibi Dong leaned back in her chair, her purple eyes gazing calmly at the enormous angel mural on the dome of the main hall.

Commands were issued from the Papal Palace, like pebbles thrown into a lake, creating ripples in circles.

The Spirit Hall Soul Masters, who had been lying in wait throughout the empire, began to quietly take action.

Some left bustling cities, some set off from remote mountain villages, some disguised themselves as caravans, some pretended to be tourists, and some changed into ordinary people's clothes and mingled with the flow of people coming and going.

They walked quietly, as quietly as an underground river flowing in the night.

No one knew where they were going or what they were going to do.

They only need to obey orders.

They flow continuously, converging in the same direction.

Tian Dou City.

……

Wuhun City, the arena for the Soul Master Competition.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire training ground in a golden-red hue, and the final match came to a close amidst cheers.

The audience gradually dispersed from the stands, and the young Soul Masters discussed the exciting match in twos and threes, their faces filled with a complex mix of excitement and resentment.

Snow White stood at the very front of the stands, watching the last group of contestants walk off the stage.

Her expression remained calm, her long golden hair swayed gently in the evening breeze, and she was surrounded by a faint aura of holiness, as if she had stepped out of a painting.

A short distance away from her, Qian Renxue, disguised as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, had a faint smile on her lips.

That deliberately made-up face wasn't exactly handsome, but it possessed a calm and composed demeanor that made people feel at ease.

"Today's match was very exciting," Qian Renxue said softly, her voice gentle. "There are a few newcomers who are worth paying attention to."

Snow White glanced at her sideways, nodded, and said nothing.

She knew the true identity of the "Crown Prince Xue Qinghe" in front of her, and she also knew about their blood relationship.

But from the moment she found out, she never knew how to face it.

Call me Mother?

Too unfamiliar.

Call him father?

I can't bring myself to say it.

So most of the time, she chooses to remain silent.

Qian Renxue seemed to have gotten used to her silence and didn't care. She just smiled and turned to walk out of the stands.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

Snow White followed behind her, and the two walked one after the other through the gradually empty arena, down the long corridor, and finally stopped at the fork in the road.

"Get some rest," Qian Renxue said. "There's a match tomorrow."

Snow White nodded and turned to walk towards her dwelling.

Qian Renxue stood there, watching the white figure disappear at the end of the corridor, the smile on her lips slowly fading.

She turned around and walked in another direction.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, and his face remained as gentle and composed as Xue Qinghe was always. Only deep within his golden eyes, something flickered slightly.

Back in the room.

The moment the door closed, all the expressions on Qian Renxue's face receded like the tide, revealing her true face beneath.

Beautiful, aloof, and sharp, devoid of any warmth.

She walked to the table and picked up the letter that lay quietly on it.

The sealing wax is intact, and the coat of arms is clearly visible.