Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The sea breeze filled his lungs, carrying a salty, fishy smell.

This was his first time leaving the sea.

This is my first time on the sea.

This is the first time I've seen such a vast sky.

But in his eyes, there was no curiosity, no shock, only a deep, suppressed urgency.

“Buddha’s disciple…”

He murmured the name, his voice carried away by the sea breeze.

Then, he moved.

A deep blue light surged around him, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the direction indicated by the pointer.

His speed was astonishing, so fast that even the moonlight couldn't catch up with his shadow.

The sea receded rapidly beneath him, the waves being torn open by his shockwaves, creating a massive rift.

He passed through the clouds, through the night sky, through that unfamiliar sky he had never set foot in before.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the starlight twinkled overhead.

His eyes were fixed on that pointer.

Only the direction the pointer tip is pointing.

His daughter is there.

……

Tian Dou City.

The Imperial Palace.

Inside the imperial study, candlelight flickered.

Qian Renxue sat behind her desk, holding a memorial in her hand, and was reviewing it.

The beads on her crown hung down in front of her forehead, swaying gently with her breath and making a soft clinking sound.

Her face was expressionless, and in her clear, cold eyes, there was only a deep, all-encompassing composure.

The matter of choosing an empress has been settled.

Those court officials went from vehemently opposing it at the beginning, to reluctantly accepting it later, and now to remaining silent.

She gradually shattered their bottom line, step by step.

Just as she said, people's bottom line will gradually decrease.

Today she can make the late emperor's queen empress, tomorrow she can do even more outrageous things.

Once the people of the Heaven Dou Empire have become accustomed to her "absurdity," when the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall truly merge, they won't even have the strength to oppose her.

A faint smile curved at the corners of Qian Renxue's lips.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

Qian Renxue didn't even look up: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a figure walked in.

Eva.

She wore a dark green palace dress, the hem of which trailed on the white marble floor, making a soft rustling sound.

Her long, dark hair was styled into an elegant updo, with a few wisps falling around her ears, making her delicate face appear even whiter.

His emerald green eyes gleamed in the candlelight, and a faint smile played on his lips.

She walked to the desk, leaned against it, and gently fiddled with the pearl bracelet on her wrist with her slender fingers.

"It's so late, why aren't you resting?" Her voice was languid and relaxed, as if she were asking something completely ordinary.

Qian Renxue put down the memorial in her hand and looked up at her.

"Is something wrong?"

Eva smiled but didn't answer the question. Instead, she changed the subject: "Those ministers have stopped opposing."

Qian Renxue leaned back in her chair, the smile on her lips deepening slightly: "As expected."

Eva looked at her, a hint of admiration flashing in her emerald eyes.

“You’re quite composed,” she said softly. “I thought you’d be nervous for at least a few days.”

Qian Renxue shook her head: "There's nothing to be nervous about. I've been preparing for this position for a long time. Everything that needed to be prepared has already been prepared."

Eva didn't speak, she just looked at her quietly.

The candlelight flickered gently between the two, casting their shadows long and short.

After a moment of silence, Eva spoke, her voice tinged with amusement: "I heard that the Spirit Hall is also sending people?"

Chapter 473 The Spirit Hall's Marriage to Heaven Dou

Qian Renxue's fingers paused slightly.

She looked up at Eva, a hint of surprise flashing in her cool eyes.

"Your information network is quite impressive."

Qian Renxue put down the memorial in her hand, leaned back in her chair, and the beads on her crown swayed gently, making a soft clinking sound.

She looked at Eva, a half-smile playing on her lips.

Eva smiled, her slender fingers still gently fiddling with the pearl bracelet on her wrist. She tilted her head, her emerald eyes gleaming in the candlelight, and continued, "Who is the chosen one?"

Qian Renxue looked at her, the corners of her mouth curving into a deeper smile: "With your excellent information network, don't you know who the candidates are?"

Upon hearing this, Eva wasn't annoyed; she simply sighed softly. The sigh was gentle, yet it carried a perfectly measured sense of helplessness.

“No matter how well-informed you are, you can’t infiltrate the Spirit Hall.” Her voice was lazy and frank, as if she were talking about something very ordinary. “After all, that’s the Spirit Hall, not a teahouse or tavern in Heaven Dou City where you can find out any information.”

As Qian Renxue listened to Eva's words, a subtle, profound meaning flashed in her eyes.

She knew, of course, that Eva was no ordinary person, but Qian Renxue was not surprised.

From the day she decided to work with Eva, she knew that the woman before her was no ordinary person.

Their relationship was never simply one of exploitation and being exploited, but rather a game of mutual benefit.

She once needed Eva's power, Eva's intellect, and the connections and informants Eva had built up over a decade in the palace.

Eva needs her throne, her protection, and the power in her hands to achieve her greater ambitions.

And now...

Qian Renxue's gaze fell on Eva's exquisitely beautiful face, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.

They have a child together.

Snow.

That exceptionally talented and beautiful girl, who drew attention throughout the entire continent, was the strongest bond between them. No matter what the future holds, this will never change.

We share common interests and are bound by blood ties.

This is probably why Qian Renxue was willing to believe Eva.

"I don't know who to choose either." Qian Renxue withdrew her gaze, picked up the memorial on the table again, and spoke in a calm tone as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

Eva raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "You don't know either?"

"I only sent the plan to the Spirit Hall." Qian Renxue opened the memorial and glanced at the dense text on it. "As for who the Spirit Hall will send, that's not something I can decide."

She paused, closed the memorial, looked up at Eva, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"You'll know when they arrive."

Eva looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded gently.

"Very well." She straightened up, her dark green skirt swaying gently on the ground. "Then I'll wait and see what kind of beauty the Spirit Hall will send."

Qian Renxue did not respond, but simply lowered her head again and continued reviewing the memorials.

The candlelight flickered gently in the wind, casting her long shadow on the wall.

Eva gave her one last look, then turned and walked toward the door.

The hem of her skirt trailed on the white marble floor, making a soft rustling sound. The sound grew fainter and fainter, eventually disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Silence returned to the Imperial Study.

Qian Renxue put down the memorial in her hand, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes.

The beaded tassels of her crown hung down in front of her forehead, swaying gently with her breath.

"The Spirit Hall..." she murmured the name, her voice so soft it was as if she were talking to herself, "Who will they send?"

Several names flashed through her mind, but she quickly rejected them one by one.

Forget it.

You'll know when they arrive.

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the other side.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

The night was deep, and the moonlight shone on the majestic palace, gilding the golden glazed tiles with a layer of silver.

Deep within the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong sat alone on the throne that symbolized the highest power of the Spirit Hall, holding a newly delivered letter in her hand.

The letter was written by Qian Renxue.

Along with the letter came news that shocked the entire Spirit Hall leadership: the new emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe, had appointed the former empress, Eva, as his empress.

Bibi Dong's gaze roamed over the letter, reading each word Qian Renxue had written.