blogombal Chapter 410 The Angel's Ninth Test! Inheriting the Divine Throne!
Chapter 410 The Angel's Ninth Test! Inheriting the Divine Throne!
A moment later, Qian Renxue slowly raised her head, and a murderous intent appeared in her eyes.
"Tang San, he's really gone mad."
Qian Daoliu said in a deep voice:
"He's not just insane, he's completely fallen into the realm of demons."
One of the elders couldn't help but speak up: "Great Elder, Tang San already has a grudge against Tang Chuan. Now Tang Chuan is still on Seagod Island, while Tang San is slaughtering cities all over the continent. If he continues like this, I'm afraid the entire continent will be dragged into the Rakshasa Altar by him."
Another worshipper gritted his teeth and said:
"What's even more troublesome is that Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo have been resurrected by him as undead puppets. If those undead really possess the combat power of a Title Douluo, ordinary cities simply cannot withstand them."
"Especially Bibi Dong."
The atmosphere in the hall noticeably somber when the name was mentioned.
Bibi Dong was once the Pope of the Spirit Hall.
Even though her relationship with the Hall of Offerings is complicated, no one dares to underestimate her strength.
Now that she has been resurrected, she has become a ghost puppet in Tang San's hands.
This is not only a threat to the Spirit Hall, but also a humiliation.
Qian Renxue's gaze grew even colder.
"Bibi Dong..."
Her voice was very soft, and you couldn't hear much emotion in it.
But Qian Daoliu, who knew her well, knew that Qian Renxue was not at peace.
No matter how Bibi Dong treated her during her lifetime, she was still her mother.
Now Tang San actually dares to refine Bibi Dong into a mindless undead puppet.
This is tantamount to crushing the last trace of complex family affection in Qian Renxue's heart underfoot.
Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renxue and slowly said:
"Xue'er, now is not the time to be angry."
Qian Renxue raised her eyes.
"What does Grandpa want to say?"
Qian Daoliu stood up from the main seat.
He walked to the angel statue and looked up at the enormous six-winged angel. Golden light fell on his white hair, making the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall appear even older and more majestic.
"Tang San's massacre of a city and consumption of souls was definitely not just to resurrect a few dead souls."
"His true purpose is to use these dead souls to advance the succession of the Rakshasa godhood."
"The more he slaughters, the stronger his resentment, and the deeper his connection with the godhood of Rakshasa."
"If he were to fully inherit the position of Rakshasa God, along with those seven undead titled Douluo, the entire continent would be plunged into disaster."
Qian Renxue said in a deep voice:
"Then kill him now."
"I'll go myself."
She turned to leave.
But Qian Daoliu shouted:
"stop!"
Qian Renxue paused in her steps.
Qian Daoliu watched her retreating figure, his voice low and stern.
"You can't kill him if you go now."
Qian Renxue suddenly turned around.
"Does Grandpa think I'm not as good as him?"
"It's not that it's inferior."
Qian Daoliu shook his head.
"It's because you're not a god yet."
"Although Tang San has not yet fully become a god, he can already travel across the continent using the Rakshasa Space, and he has a large number of dead souls as sacrifices."
"If you rashly pursue him, he will not engage you in direct combat; he will only continue to slaughter cities and flee. You cannot save all the cities, nor can you stop him from becoming stronger."
Qian Renxue fell silent.
She knew that Qian Daoliu was telling the truth.
Tang San's most terrifying aspect right now is not his direct combat ability.
Rather, he has completely abandoned any moral compass.
He doesn't care about the lives of ordinary people.
They wouldn't care about the destruction of the city.
They wouldn't even care whether those who were resurrected still possessed intelligence.
He's capable of anything to become stronger.
If she were still only at the half-step god level, she would never be able to completely suppress Tang San in the Rakshasa Space.
Qian Daoliu slowly walked up to Qian Renxue.
"Xue'er, let's begin the ninth test."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of all the worshippers in the main hall changed.
Although they had known all along that this day would eventually come.
But when Qian Daoliu actually said those words, everyone's hearts sank.
The Ninth Test of the Angels.
To inherit the angelic throne. And this final test requires a sacrifice from the guardian of the angelic throne in order to truly open the door to inheritance.
Qian Renxue naturally understood what this meant.
She looked at Qian Daoliu, her voice slightly tense.
"Grandpa, it's not time for that yet."
Qian Daoliu said calmly:
"We've arrived."
"Tang Chuan is on Seagod Island, following the path of the Seagod's legacy."
"Tang San is on the mainland, using the power of Rakshasa to slaughter cities and devour souls."
"The three divine powers of Douluo Continent have all been awakened."
"Life, Rakshasa, Angel. Xue'er, if you hesitate any longer, when Tang San truly becomes a god, you will face more than just a fallen soul master."
"Instead, it is a Rakshasa god forged from the souls of the entire continent's dead."
Qian Renxue clenched her fists tightly.
She could feel the angel mark between her eyebrows burning.
It was as if even the divine position of the angels themselves was urging her to take the final step.
but……
She looked up at Qian Daoliu.
"If the ninth test is initiated, Grandpa will die."
The main hall became even quieter.
Qian Daoliu laughed.
The smile was faint, yet it carried a calmness that suggested someone had long since seen through life and death.
"Xue'er, from the day Grandpa became the guardian of the angelic position, he was destined to die for this moment."
Qian Renxue's eyes reddened slightly.
"I don't want to trade your life for a divine position."
"This is not an exchange."
Qian Daoliu looked at her, his tone more gentle than ever before.
"This is the mission of every family."
"This is the last thing Grandpa can do for you."
Qian Renxue remained silent.
She has experienced too much indifference, too much exploitation, and too much betrayal.
From childhood to adulthood, the only person who has ever stood behind her without reservation is Qian Daoliu.
She can face Tang San.
She could face Tang Chuan, she could face any enemy on the continent, but she could not calmly accept that the final step to becoming a god was to watch her grandfather sacrifice himself.
Qian Daoliu seemed to sense her pain.
He raised his hand and gently placed it on Qian Renxue's shoulder.
"Xue'er, don't think of this as a loss."
"After you become a god, Grandpa will be with you in another way."
"Within the angelic light lies the will of a thousand generations of guardians."
"I won't really leave."
Qian Renxue whispered:
"But I still can't see you."
Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment.
Then he said softly:
"You've grown up."
"As people grow up, they must learn to walk forward alone."
Qian Renxue closed her eyes.
After a long while, she opened her eyes again.
The vulnerability in her eyes has been gradually suppressed.
Instead, there is coldness, majesty, and steadfastness.
She turned to look at the angel statue.
"Tang San refined my mother into a ghost, slaughtered the innocent, and devoured souls to become a demon."
"I will settle this score with him personally."
"Tang Chuan will take the Sea God's Path, while Tang San will take the Rakshasa Path."
"Then I will use the light of angels to judge all the darkness on this continent."
Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu's eyes showed a look of satisfaction, and he said:
"This is the true successor of the Angel God."
He turned to look at the worshippers inside the hall.
"Pass down the order."
"Wuhun City is on high alert."
"No Soul Master may leave the city without authorization."
"Martial Soul Branch Halls in various places should be evacuated if possible; those that cannot be evacuated should organize local people to take refuge."
"If you encounter Tang San, you are not allowed to fight to the death; you only need to stall for time."
A retainer asked in a deep voice:
"Great Elder, what if the spirit Bibi Dong leads Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo to attack?"
Qian Daoliu's eyes turned cold.
"Hold them off."
"Don't even think about killing him."
"Those spirits are not living beings; they feel no pain, no fear, and no retreat."
"Before Xue'er becomes a god, any direct confrontation is meaningless."
All the worshippers said in unison:
"yes!"
Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renxue again.
"Xue'er, come with me to the Angel's Secret Realm."
"The ninth test cannot wait any longer."
Qian Renxue nodded.
"it is good."
As soon as the words were spoken, the angel statue suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.
The entire hall began to shake.
Golden flames rose from beneath the statue's feet, spreading outwards along the ancient patterns on the ground.
One by one, the angelic runes were lit up.
In the center of the main hall, a golden altar slowly emerged.
Above the altar, the phantom of a six-winged angel appeared and disappeared.
"Come with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Daoliu walked up to the statue of the six-winged angel.
A diamond-shaped golden mark slowly lit up on his forehead.
The next moment, a beam of pure golden light shot out from between his eyebrows and landed on the angel statue's forehead.
hum-
The entire hall suddenly trembled.
A golden vortex slowly appeared between the angel statue's eyebrows.
The vortex spun silently, like a gateway to another world.
Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed slightly.
Even after undergoing eight tests, she never saw the true secret hidden in the Hall of Worship.
Qian Daoliu turned around and glanced at her.
"The true temple of angels is not here."
"This is just the entrance."
Without hesitation, he transformed into a golden light and crashed directly into the vortex between the angel statue's eyebrows.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath. Without further hesitation, golden wings unfurled behind her, and she transformed into a streak of light, following Qian Daoliu into the vortex.
In an instant, all external sounds disappeared.
Qian Renxue felt as if she had passed through an incredibly long golden passage.
All around was flowing light.
There is no up or down, no left or right.
Her body was enveloped only in endless warmth.
After an unknown amount of time, the light suddenly burst forth.
She landed in a strange palace.
This grand hall seems to float in the depths of the starry sky.
There were no walls on all sides, only six huge golden stone pillars supporting the dome.
Beneath my feet was a transparent golden ground, beneath which countless stars slowly swirled.
Each stone pillar is engraved with feather-shaped divine patterns.
Those divine runes were ancient and sacred, as if they carried the faith of the angelic lineage for countless years.
In the center of the main hall stands a three-meter-tall statue of a six-winged angel.
Unlike the enormous statue in the main hall, this statue is not dazzling.
Its entire body was dark gray, as if it had been asleep for countless years.
Before the statue, a similarly dull and unremarkable longsword lay silently planted in the ground.
Qian Renxue looked at the sword.
With just one glance, the angelic soul power within her began to boil uncontrollably.
Qian Daoliu stood before the statue, his voice tinged with barely concealed excitement.
"This is the true Temple of Angels."
"This is also the place where you complete the final test of the nine trials of the angels."
"Xue'er, from this day forward, you will no longer be merely the successor of the Angel God."
"You will truly become the God of Angels."
As Qian Renxue gazed at the gray statue, an unprecedented sense of oppression welled up within her.
Become a god.
She had heard those two words since she was a child.
Everyone told her that she was born to inherit the position of an angel.
For the Spirit Hall, for the Qian family, for her grandfather's expectations. But only now, standing truly inside the Angel Temple, did she realize just how heavy those two words truly were.
Qian Daoliu pointed at the gray longsword.
"Awaken it with your blood."
Qian Renxue stepped forward.
There is a transparent gem on the hilt of the sword.
She raised her right hand, a flash of golden light appeared at her fingertips, and blood flowed from her fingertips.
That's not ordinary blood.
The blood carried a faint golden light and contained an extremely pure, divine angelic aura.
The moment the blood touched the gem, it suddenly lit up.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying suction force emanated from the gemstone.
Qian Renxue's fingers were firmly sucked in.
Blood flowed uncontrollably into the gemstone.
Her face paled slightly.
The soul power within the body was drawn in, and the six-winged angel martial soul was released on its own.
Rings of spirit rose from beneath her feet, and golden wings unfurled behind her.
The longsword, which had been dull and lifeless, finally began to change.
First, the sword hilt lit up.
Then came the sword itself, where strands of golden light spread along its blade, as if a divine weapon that had slumbered for countless years was awakening from its deathly silence.
At the same time, the patterns on the entire Temple of Angels began to revive.
The feather patterns on the stone pillar gradually lit up.
The stars below the ground seemed to come closer.
Qian Renxue could feel that her blood, soul power, spirit, and even life force were being devoured by that sword.
A feeling of weakness kept washing over her, but she gritted her teeth and didn't back down an inch.
Qian Daoliu stood to the side, his eyes filled with a mixture of fervor and compassion.
"Finally, it's here."
"I have waited far too long for this day."
His voice was very soft.
It was as if he was speaking to Qian Renxue, but also as if he was speaking to himself.
The next moment, he slowly took a step forward and stood between the gray angel statue and the gradually reviving angelic holy sword.
Qian Renxue's heart suddenly trembled.
A strong sense of unease welled up inside me.
"grandfather?"
Qian Daoliu looked at her, a gentle smile on his face.
"Xue'er, don't be afraid."
"This is your final hurdle."
"It was also Grandpa's last test."
Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?"
Qian Daoliu did not answer immediately.
He simply looked up at the gray angel statue, his eyes showing no fear, only relief.
"The succession of angelic positions is never a matter for the successor alone."
"A divine position needs a successor."
"Guardians are also needed."
"And I am the guardian of this generation's angelic throne."
"My existence, from the very beginning, has been to await this day."
Qian Renxue's expression finally changed.
She tried desperately to pull her hand away, but the gem held her firmly in place.
She was unable to move.
Unable to break free.
Even his soul power was being continuously drained away by the holy sword.
"Grandpa, no!"
Qian Daoliu simply smiled.
"Silly child."
"For every gain, there is a loss."
"The guardian angel positions have existed for countless years, but someone has to complete the final step."
"Your father failed to do it."
"I can't do it either."
"But you can."
boom--
Golden flames suddenly rose from within the thousands of fluids.
The flames, though not scorching hot, instantly illuminated the entire Angel Temple as if it were daytime.
Qian Daoliu's nine soul rings appeared one by one.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red.
The next instant, all nine soul rings ignited simultaneously.
Not just his spirit rings, but also his spirit power, his flesh and blood, his soul, and everything about him as a peerless Douluo. All of it burned, transforming into the purest angelic divine fire.
Qian Renxue's eyes instantly reddened.
"grandfather!"
She struggled desperately, but her body remained immobile.
She could only watch helplessly as Qian Daoliu was engulfed by the golden flames.
Meanwhile, the gray angel statue was frantically devouring the power offered by Qian Daoliu.
The statue began to change color from gray.
First, it was on the forehead.
Then come the wings.
Finally, the entire statue emitted a faint golden light.
Qian Daoliu's voice rang out amidst the flames.
"Xue'er, listen to what Grandpa has to say."
"There's something I've been keeping from you." (End of Chapter)