Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

"Grandfather will always wait for you."

Snow White looked at him and felt a warm current welling up in her heart.

She nodded and said softly, "Thank you, Grandfather."

Qian Daoliu withdrew his hand, turned around, and walked out of the offering hall.

His steps remained steady, and his back remained straight, but Snow White noticed that his pace was slower than when he arrived, and his silhouette appeared more desolate than usual.

She stood there, watching Qian Daoliu's figure disappear little by little outside the palace gate, a complex emotion welling up in her heart.

Chapter 482 Tang San's Angry

Snow White knew that Qian Daoliu was doing it for her own good.

She knew how rare an opportunity the angelic trial was.

She knew that if she missed it, it might really be gone forever.

But she doesn't regret it.

Because that's Qian Renxue's path, not hers.

She cannot take it away.

Qian Daoliu's figure had disappeared outside the palace gates, and the hall returned to silence. Golden light poured down from the dome, enveloping the enormous angel statue in a sacred glow.

Snow White turned around, glanced at the six-winged angel statue, and then turned and walked out of the palace.

Outside the offering hall, the sun was shining brightly.

Snow White stood on the steps, squinting at the azure sky above, and took a deep breath.

There was an indescribable smell in the air of Wuhun City.

It wasn't the fragrance of flowers from Heaven Dou City, nor the cool scent of the imperial palace, but an ancient aroma, accumulated over thousands of years, unique to the Spirit Hall.

Snow White neither disliked nor liked.

She will not be leaving Wuhun City anytime soon, as she needs to stay here to cultivate.

Wuhun City boasts the best training ground for angelic martial spirit mimicry on the entire continent.

Although her six-winged angel martial soul was only a secondary cultivation skill, she couldn't afford to waste it now that she possessed it.

not to mention……

Snow White's gaze passed over the layers of palaces and landed on the area deep within Wuhun City that was shrouded in a golden halo.

That place is the training ground for the angelic martial spirit.

It is the foundation accumulated by the Spirit Hall over thousands of years, and a sacred cultivation ground that all the sacred spirit masters of the entire continent dream of.

She needs to cultivate there for a while. "Your Highness."

A voice came from behind, respectful and steady.

Snow White turned around and saw a middle-aged man dressed in the uniform of a Spirit Hall steward standing by the hall door, bowing slightly.

"The High Priest has instructed that Her Highness's accommodations have been arranged. Please follow me."

Snow White nodded without saying anything more, and followed the butler along the long corridor into the distance.

……

On the other side, along a winding mountain road, three figures were slowly moving forward.

They endured wind and rain, traveling day and night.

After a two-week journey, Tang San and Cinderella's robes were covered in dust, and their faces showed signs of wear and tear.

But no one complained.

Tang Hao walked at the front, his steps still steady, his dusty gray robes fluttering in the wind. His injuries seemed to have stabilized for the time being. Although his face was still pale, his cloudy eyes still carried an imposing aura that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

Tang San followed behind him, his long blue hair swaying gently in the wind, his face calm and serene.

He had successfully acquired his sixth spirit ring, and his spirit power had steadily remained at level sixty. Although Tang Hao and Cinderella didn't ask much about the process of acquiring the spirit ring, and Tang San didn't say much either, Cinderella could sense from the occasional look in his eyes as he stared at his palm that it must have been an extraordinary experience.

Cinderella walked at the very back, her long golden braid hanging down her back, her amber eyes occasionally glancing at the scenery along the roadside, lost in thought.

She has already made her plans.

Once Tang Hao has settled things for Tang San, she will leave and travel the continent alone.

Go see the scenery you've never seen before, and walk the roads you've never walked before.

After cultivating and fighting for so long, she needed a moment to stop and reflect.

Finally, after crossing a mountain ridge, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A small town came into view.

The town is small, built against the mountainside, with gray and white houses stacked one on top of another in a pleasing, staggered fashion. A bluestone road winds its way in from the town entrance, with a few shops scattered on both sides, their banners fluttering lazily in the wind.

It looks no different from any ordinary small town on the mainland.

But Tang San paused slightly as soon as he stepped into the town.

His brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at the pedestrians coming and going on the street.

These people looked no different from ordinary people. There were vendors carrying goods, women carrying vegetable baskets, and elderly people chatting idly by the wall.

But Tang San felt that something was wrong.

He couldn't explain why, but he instinctively felt that these people had an unsettling aura about them.

It wasn't hostility, it wasn't malice, but rather a kind of... chill.

The chill didn't come from the outside, but from the very bones of these people, as if something cold flowed in their blood, making those who approached them involuntarily wary.

Tang San's eyes flickered slightly, and the Blue Silver Grass quietly emerged from his sleeve before being discreetly put back.

Cinderella sensed it too.

But unlike Tang San, she knew what the chill emanating from these people was.

murderous look.

It wasn't ordinary killing intent; it was killing intent that had been soaked in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, struggled on the edge of life and death, and been tempered in slaughter.

These people all have blood on their hands.

More than one life was lost.

Cinderella's gaze swept over those seemingly ordinary faces, and she already had her answer in her heart.

The City of Slaughter.

They had arrived at the town where the Killing Capital was located.

She subconsciously looked at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao's face remained expressionless, as if he were already accustomed to everything around him. He strode ahead without even turning his head, as if this town were no different from any other village he had passed before.

The three of them passed through the town entrance and walked along the bluestone path.

Pedestrians on both sides of the street saw them and their eyes flashed with a strange look, but they quickly looked away.

No one came up to talk to them, and no one even glanced at them.

That feeling of being ignored made Tang San even more vigilant.

His gaze swept over the figures on the street corner who seemed to be chatting idly, but whose eyes were as sharp as hawks', and the unease in his heart grew stronger.

But he didn't say much, he just silently followed behind Tang Hao, the Blue Silver Grass quietly retracting from his sleeve, concealing all its sharpness.

The three walked through the town's main street and turned into a narrow alley.

The alley was narrow, with towering stone walls on both sides, covered with dark green moss, and the air was filled with a damp, rotten smell.

The bluestone path underfoot was full of potholes and puddles, filled with sewage from who-knows-when, making a "plop plop" sound when you stepped on it.

The further you go in, the dimmer the light becomes, and the more dilapidated the houses on both sides become, as if the town's prosperity is only on the surface, while its interior is already rotten and decaying.

Tang Hao suddenly stopped.

Tang San was slightly taken aback and looked up ahead.

At the end of the alley was a wall, a dead end.

Tang San frowned slightly, his gaze falling on Tang Hao's dusty back, a sense of doubt rising in his heart.

Did you lead us into a dead end?

He didn't believe Tang Hao would go astray.

Sure enough, Tang Hao turned around and faced Tang San and Cinderella.

The alley was quiet, with only the wind blowing through the narrow sky overhead, making a faint whistling sound.

The high walls on both sides blocked most of the sunlight, with only a few weak rays falling from above, casting dappled light and shadow on Tang Hao's weathered face.

"We'll be at our destination soon."

Tang Hao's voice remained calm, yet carried a sense of solemnity.

"There are some things I should tell you."

Tang San's gaze flickered slightly, but he remained silent, simply watching Tang Hao quietly.

Cinderella stood beside Tang San, a knowing glint in her amber eyes. She knew what Tang Hao was going to say.

Tang Hao's gaze swept over Tang San, then fell on Cinderella, and finally returned to Tang San's face.

"Next, you're going to a place called the Killing City."

His voice was soft, but every word struck Tang San's heart like a stone.

"That's a special training ground. There's only one rule there: kill. Kill a certain number of people, pass through the Hell Road, and you'll obtain the God of Slaughter Domain."

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.

A killing city?

The Domain of the God of Slaughter?