Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Her gaze lingered for a long time on the dividing line that ran through the middle of the continent, her purple eyes churning with extremely complex emotions.

That dividing line separated the northern part of the fairy tale empire, and also the land she could not touch.

Her original plan was to head north after the fall of the Star Luo Empire and take over the remaining areas of the continent, but Eva's actions were much faster than she had anticipated.

Before she could complete the reorganization of the newly occupied territories, Eva's army had already advanced to the position that was later tacitly recognized by both sides as the dividing line.

By the time she finally had a free hand to deal with the northern direction, the line had been firmly planted, as if it had been fixed in time.

Bibi Dong tapped her fingertips lightly on the armrest twice, the rhythm slower than usual, as if she were weighing something repeatedly.

She once thought that as long as the Heavenly Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire were destroyed one after another, unifying the continent would only be a matter of time.

But Eva's presence stretched this time indefinitely, and given that woman's speed and skill, she wouldn't stay in one place for long; she must also be preparing for the next round of action.

Bibi Dong leaned back in her chair, her gaze returning to the map.

She knew she only needed to wait a little longer; the Rakshasa God Trial was nearing its end.

Once she reaches that level, Eva's army size, territory depth, and number of Title Douluos will all become meaningless.

Before the gods, the difference in power between mortals is merely a thin layer of ice that can be easily crushed.

……

Deep within the Dragon Realm, that eternally dim yellow light was slowly flowing in a way that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

The dragon bones that slumbered throughout the Dragon Realm still lay silently on the earth, like the remains of a colossal beast frozen in time, each bone emitting an extremely faint halo in its own rhythm.

A considerable amount of time has passed since Di Tian and Zi Ji entered the Dragon Realm.

They initially remained quietly at the edge of this space, observing how Xisu dealt with the awakened dragon souls, how he guided the shattered consciousnesses to reform, and how he brought back the faint light of life to the dragon bones that had been dormant for countless millennia.

It was an extremely slow and mentally taxing process; each awakening was like retrieving a seed buried in the silt of the deep sea and bringing it back to a place where the sun could shine.

Then carefully remove the old shell that adheres to its surface and has been repeatedly washed away by time.

When Di Tian first saw Xi Su awaken a dragon soul, he stood in front of the massive dragon skeleton, his golden vertical pupils fixed on the slowly gathering light.

He watched as the tiny specks of light rose from the surface of the keel, converged, and intertwined into a warm halo.

He sensed that the aura belonging to the dragon race's origin was being awakened from its slumber, like a kite string that had been buried for too long being slowly tightened by a pair of hands that were more steady than he had imagined.

He wanted to step forward and help.

But as soon as he took a step, Xisu turned his head and glanced at him.

There was no blame in those amber dragon eyes, but rather an extremely calm rejection, as if stating a fact.

Afterwards, Xisu told Ditian, "You are not good enough yet. If you want to help, at least become a god first."

Di Tian remained silent for a long time after those words. He didn't say much, but simply stood in front of the massive dragon skeleton, his golden vertical pupils reflecting the slowly gathering dragon soul points of light.

He saw the lights gradually taking shape under Xisu's guidance, and felt the consciousness that had been dormant for countless millennia being awakened anew.

He stood there for a long time, long enough that the points of light had completed their condensation, long enough that Xisu had moved on to the next dragon skeleton, long enough that Ziji walked up to him and glanced at him, but he did not move his position.

Then he turned and walked deeper into the Dragon Realm. Zi Ji did not follow.

Di Tian found a relatively quiet area deep within the Dragon Realm.

There were no mountains of dragon bones, no awakening dragon souls, only an empty space shrouded in an eternal, dim light.

The ground is grayish-white and has a hard texture when you step on it, like an ancient rock layer that has been repeatedly compacted.

He sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Di Tian immersed his consciousness into his body, causing the energy that had been surging within him for over 800,000 years to begin flowing in the same direction.

Those forces were like countless diverted rivers that had finally found their way into the sea, rearranging, recombining, and redefining their existence in a way he had never experienced before.

Chapter 572 The Angelic Test

Di Tian was immersed in the darkness surging from within his body, and he no longer felt the passage of time.

Throughout his long life of over 800,000 years, he had meditated, regulated his breathing, and tried to break through bottlenecks countless times, but never before had his consciousness merged so completely with the surrounding space as it did at this moment.

He could sense that the energy within his body was being reorganized in an unprecedented way.

The soul power that had surged through his meridians for countless years, and the fragments of dark laws engraved deep within his dragon scales that only surfaced when his emotions fluctuated violently, were now flowing in the same direction, just like metal being remelted in a furnace.

He could hear his own heartbeat, one beat after another.

Each jump made the gathering power even more solid.

It was as if a bottomless darkness was slowly taking shape deep within his chest. This darkness was not empty; instead, it carried an extremely ancient, weighty feeling, as if it had existed since the beginning of the world.

Di Tian opened his eyes.

His golden vertical pupils had changed color.

The gold did not fade, but beneath it, a deeper layer of ink, like the bottom of an abyss, was slowly rising. The gold and ink intertwined, reflecting in the depths of his pupils with an extremely rare texture of gold and silver.

His aura completely changed at this moment. It was no longer the heavy feeling that had been compressed for more than 800,000 years and barely maintained at the peak of the mortal realm, but a natural diffusion that no longer needed to be restrained after breaking through the last thin wall.

He slowly raised his right hand, looking at his palm. The black scales covering his palm were shimmering with a subtle luster in a new way.

The luster wasn't bright; it seemed to emanate from deep within the scales themselves, each scale confirming a new state in its own way.

Di Tian knew that he had crossed that threshold.

The authority of the Dark Dragon God, like a river that has just been allowed to flow, is slowly unfolding in his perception.

He could sense that those realms that were once blocked by the rules of the world were now opening up to him in a natural way.

His perception of darkness, of shadows, of that dark zone between existence and nothingness is becoming more acute and clear than in any of his past experiences.

Di Tian made no sound or any unnecessary movements.

He sat there, feeling the new power slowly flowing through his body, and then he turned his head slightly to look at the figure in the distance who was cultivating with his eyes closed.

Xisu hovered in front of the Dragon God's skull, the seven-colored halo flowing around her rising and falling steadily like breathing.

She seemed to sense something, and turned her head slightly. When her amber dragon eyes looked in the direction of Di Tian, ​​there was no surprise on her face, as if she had known this would happen all along.

Di Tian stood up, his black robe silently unfurling behind him, with a faint halo of ink flowing around its edges.

He could feel the space around him responding to him in an extremely subtle way, as if the originally neutral void was finally willing to acknowledge his existence.

Di Tian nodded slightly in Xi Su's direction, then sat down cross-legged and began to adapt to the new realm he had just entered.

……

Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.

As it has for thousands of years, the golden halo of the dome flows slowly down from the shoulders of the six-winged angel statue, spreading a warm glow on the cold marble floor.

A calm and ancient atmosphere permeated the air.

Qian Daoliu stood directly in front of the angel statue, his deep blue robe trailing at his feet, his long silver hair gleaming softly in the halo of light.

He didn't turn around, but stood there quietly, his back to the slowly opening secret gate deep within the offering hall.

That door hadn't been opened like that in a long time.

Qian Daoliu remembered the last time it was pushed open. At that time, Qian Renxue was wearing a plain white cultivation robe. She stepped steadily across the threshold without turning around, and simply said to him, "I'm going." Then the door slowly closed behind her.

In the days that followed, Sendoru would wait in this shrine every day.

Sometimes he stood in front of the angel statue, sometimes he sat on the prayer mat on the side of the temple and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, and sometimes he would walk to the tightly closed door, stop and raise his hand to touch it, but always he would hang in mid-air for a moment and then slowly lower it.

He didn't know how long he had been waiting.

Time seemed to stretch out slowly inside the hall, each day repeating the same rhythm. Dawn slid from the east side of the stained-glass window to the west side, and then dusk took its place, completing the same route.

Qian Daoliu hadn't counted those days in a long time; he was simply waiting for the moment when that door would reopen.

And now, it is being turned on.

The gap was initially just a very thin line, as if something was slowly pushing it from the inside out at the edge of a door.

Golden light seeped out from the crack, intertwining with the original glow inside the hall to create a brighter, purer texture.

Qian Daoliu's body twitched slightly.

His gaze remained fixed on the face of the angel statue, but his fingers had already subtly folded together inside his sleeve, his fingertips unconsciously pressing against his palm.

The gap widened, and the golden light grew stronger, like a window being slowly pushed open, reconnecting the inner and outer spaces. Then, the figure emerged from the light.

Qian Renxue's footsteps made almost no sound as she stepped on the marble floor of the offering hall.

She wore a simple white robe, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her face appeared clearer than ever under the golden light. The serenity between her brows, a quality that only comes from prolonged immersion in a certain state, had not yet completely faded.

The golden sword pattern on the center of her forehead was still quietly imprinted there, but its light was more gentle and restrained than Qian Daoliu remembered, as if it had been polished countless times and finally presented its own complete form.

A thousand streams flowed past.

His movements were slightly slower than usual, as if he needed that moment to confirm that he had indeed seen the figure, that the door had indeed reopened, and that she was indeed standing there.

Qian Renxue met Qian Daoliu's gaze but did not speak immediately.

She could feel that the air inside the shrine was still the same as she was familiar with—ancient and tranquil, carrying the sacred quality unique to the power of angels.

She stood in that light for so long that the atmosphere that belonged there became both strange and clear to her.

"Grandpa," she finally spoke.

Qian Daoliu did not answer. He simply stood there, looking at Qian Renxue, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment, as if to confirm whether she was alright.

He could clearly sense the slowly receding aura around Qian Renxue. It was an existence that surpassed that of a Title Douluo, as if something within her had undergone a qualitative change and was only one step away from being completely stabilized.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

Qian Renxue looked down at her palm, her five fingers slightly clenching and then relaxing, as if checking her physical condition.

“Very good,” she said.

"The first eight tests have been completed."

She spoke casually, but Qian Daoliu could hear an undisguised satisfaction in her tone—the kind of calm one feels when someone who has waited too long finally sees the road unfolding before their eyes.

Qian Daoliu nodded without asking any further questions.

He certainly knew what the first eight tests meant. The angel's nine tests, from the first to the eighth, each had different content and progressively increased difficulty.

Qian Renxue's ability to reach this point proves that her compatibility with the Angel Godhood far exceeds Qian Daoliu's expectations.