Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

"Soon." She murmured to herself, her voice so low it was almost a whisper, "Soon..."

On the other side, in Wuhun City.

Deep within the main hall, golden light streamed down from the dome, enveloping the entire hall in a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

The hall was devoid of superfluous decorations, featuring only massive stone pillars arranged neatly on either side and a ten-meter-tall angel statue in the very center. The statue was carved entirely from an unknown white jade, its six wings spread wide, their tips almost touching the dome, its face both compassionate and majestic, overlooking everything within the hall.

Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows of the dome, casting a soft golden halo on the statue, as if a deity had truly descended there.

Snow White stood before the statue, her long, dark hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, shimmering softly in the golden light.

Today, she wore an elegant moon-white dress, without any battle armor or fancy decorations. She stood there quietly, yet she possessed an aura that was impossible to ignore.

Qian Daoliu stood a step behind her to the side.

Today, the High Priest of the Spirit Hall wore a dark blue robe, his gray hair was neatly combed, his face was thin, and his eyes were deep. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the huge angel statue in front of him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Silent for a long time.

Qian Daoliu spoke, his voice deep and gentle, carrying a calmness born of experience: "Xue'er, do you know why your grandfather sent you to Wuhun City?"

Snow White tilted her head slightly, glanced at him, then turned back, her gaze returning to the angel statue.

"know."

Her voice was soft and calm, as if she were answering a very simple question.

Qian Daoliu nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Since you know, then Grandfather won't beat around the bush. The Soul Master Competition is over, and you should consider your next step. With your current strength and talent, continuing to cultivate step by step will certainly allow you to become a Title Douluo, or even a Peerless Douluo. But that's not your limit."

He paused, his gaze falling on the statue, his voice becoming more solemn.

"Your limit is to become a god."

Snow White did not speak.

Qian Daoliu continued, his voice filled with a long-suppressed anticipation: "The legacy of the Angel God has been passed down in the Spirit Hall for thousands of years. Countless predecessors have devoted their entire lives to trying to pass the trials and obtain a divine position. But you are different from them. Your talent, your spirit, your bloodline... you are the person most likely to inherit the Angel God's position in these thousands of years."

He turned around, looked at Snow White, and his gaze was piercing.

"Xue'er, accept the test from the Angel God."

The offering hall was very quiet.

Golden light streamed down from the dome, enveloping the two figures.

Snow White was silent for a moment, then gently shook her head.

“Grandfather, I can’t.”

Qian Daoliu's brows furrowed slightly.

"why?"

Snow White turned to face him, her long, moon-white hair swaying gently behind her. Her clear eyes were calm as still water, yet held an undeniable firmness.

"Angels are not suitable for me."

Qian Daoliu's brows furrowed even more.

"Unsuitable? Xue'er, your Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul is the purest and most powerful in the entire Spirit Hall. You are a born successor of angels, how could you possibly be unsuitable?"

Snow White shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips.

That smile contained gratitude, apology, and a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

“Grandfather, my main martial soul is the Snow-capped Swan. My talent, my strength, and my foundation all lie in ice and snow. Although the Angel martial soul is powerful, it is not my path.”

She paused, then lowered her voice.

“I know that the Angel God was prepared for me by my grandfather and… mother. I also know that accepting the Angel God’s test is the safest and most direct path for me.”

Qian Daoliu looked at her, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "Since you knew, why did you still refuse?"

Snow White fell silent.

She didn't answer, but simply turned around and faced the enormous angel statue again.

Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting a soft golden halo on the statue. The six-winged angel's face was both compassionate and majestic, overlooking everything in the hall, as if awaiting an answer.

Snow White knew that her six-winged angel martial spirit was prepared for her by Eva.

It wasn't through bloodline inheritance, and she had no relation to Qian Renxue or Qian Daoliu, after all, she was from a fairy tale world.

Faced with Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue's unconditional love, she felt filled with guilt.

That is why she cannot accept the legacy of the angel god.

Because the legacy of the Angel God originally belonged to Qian Renxue.

In the original timeline, in those stories she had never seen with her own eyes but learned about through the system, the position of angel belonged to Qian Renxue.

It is Qian Renxue's path, Qian Renxue's opportunity, and the goal that Qian Renxue pursues throughout her life.

Because Qian Renxue loved her, Snow White was unwilling to take the divine position from Qian Renxue.

Moreover, she was confident in her abilities and talent.

Snow White slightly raised her head, and in her clear eyes reflected the golden halo behind the angel statue.

She believed that she was fully capable of obtaining other divine trials, or even creating her own divine position.

Even if all else fails, there's still the system.

Lin Wan had previously opened the system panel for all the summoned characters. Although she rarely used it, it was always there.

If one day she really has nowhere to turn and can't find her own divine position, she can still obtain a divine status through the system.

Therefore, she doesn't need angels.

It's not that I don't want it, it's that I can't have it.

Snow White withdrew her gaze, turned around, and faced Qian Daoliu. Her voice was calm as still water, yet carried an undeniable firmness: "Grandfather, I wish to find a more suitable divine position on the continent. Let Mother try the Angel God's test."

Qian Daoliu's brows furrowed tightly.

He looked at the girl he had raised, at her clear, almost transparent eyes, and a complex emotion welled up inside him.

"Xue'er," Qian Daoliu's voice was low and urgent, "Do you know what you're saying? This is a divine test! It's about becoming a god! It's not like a cabbage by the roadside, something you can just have whenever you want!"

He took a step forward, his eyes, weathered by time, filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

“Throughout the continent, countless geniuses dedicate their entire lives to the pursuit of divine examinations, yet they never even come close. Your grandfather, having lived for so many years, has seen countless brilliant and talented individuals, but not a single one has ever qualified for the divine examinations!”

Qian Daoliu's voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a heart-wrenching disappointment.

"Now that you have it, you want to give it up to someone else? Xue'er, this isn't a toy, it's not candy, it's a divine position! Once you miss it, it's truly gone forever!"

Qian Daoliu clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He doesn't understand.

He really didn't understand.

He spent his entire life pursuing that elusive goal. He thought he would never see hope again, until Snow White appeared.

This exceptionally talented and pure-blooded girl gave him a glimmer of hope that the Spirit Hall had never seen in thousands of years.

He thought she would accept it readily.

He thought she would be incredibly grateful.

He thought she would be eager to step into that golden halo, to undergo the trials of the angel god, and to become the first god in the history of the Spirit Hall.

But she didn't.

She refused.

He declined it casually, nonchalantly, as if it were a dinner he didn't like.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and softened his voice: "Xue'er, Grandfather is not forcing you. Grandfather just... doesn't want you to regret it in the future."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with love and worry.

“You’re still young. You don’t know what missing an opportunity means. A divine position is something that can’t be forced. If you refuse today, the angels might choose someone else tomorrow. By then, it will be too late.”

Snow White listened quietly, and only gently shook her head after he finished speaking.

A faint smile appeared on her lips, a smile that contained gratitude, apology, and a hint of unwavering determination.

“Grandfather, I know you mean well.” Her voice was soft, yet clear as a mountain stream, “but the Angel God is really not suitable for me.”

She paused, her gaze passing over Qian Daoliu's shoulder and landing on the enormous angel statue.

"My primary martial soul is the Snow-capped Swan, my soul power is ice-attribute, and my fighting style is a combination of ice and beauty. Although I possess the Six-Winged Angel martial soul, its compatibility with me is far less than that of the Snow-capped Swan."

The legacy of the angels is light, holiness, and a blazing purifying power, which is not compatible with the snow-capped swan.

Snow White withdrew her gaze and looked at Qian Daoliu, her clear eyes showing no hesitation.

“Forced fusion may lead to godhood, but that is not my path. The path I want to take is my own, not one paved by others.”

Qian Daoliu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself speechless.

He looked at the girl in front of him, at her clear, almost transparent eyes, at her calm yet terrifyingly resolute expression, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

He understood Snow White; she was like his mother.

He knew that once the child made a decision, nothing could change his mind.

She was never an obedient child.

Never.

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long time.

The hall was quiet, with only the golden light streaming down from the dome flowing slowly, and only the compassionate yet majestic face of the angel statue looking down silently.

Finally, Qian Daoliu sighed softly.

The sigh was soft, yet it carried an indescribable weariness and helplessness.

"That's enough." Qian Daoliu shook his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "Since you've made up your mind, your grandfather won't force you."

He reached out and gently patted Snow White's shoulder, his eyes full of affection.

“But remember, your grandfather’s words always hold true. Whenever you have figured things out, whenever you are willing to accept the test of the angels, come to your grandfather anytime.”

He paused, his voice lowering, carrying a deep tenderness that only an elder could possess.