blogombal Chapter 392 is not about defeating others, but about surpassing yourself.
Chapter 392 is not about defeating others, but about surpassing yourself.
At this moment, no blood gushed from the ice on the entire sea surface, because the wound was completely annihilated by the Asura's divine power the instant it appeared.
The Deep Sea Demon Whale King not only tore apart his physical body, but also his soul and the essence he had accumulated over millions of years of cultivation. His two halves of his body slowly fell to either side, and before they even touched the sea surface, they transformed into countless deep purple specks of light, like a meteor shower flying backwards, rising into the sky, and then... dissipating.
The Demon Whale Sea was deathly silent.
The waves subsided, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shone again on the sea.
Only the enormous whale carcass, stretching two hundred meters long, floated silently on the sea, proving that a divine battle had just taken place here.
Tang Chuan slowly descended, stepping onto the corpse of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.
His face was as pale as paper, and his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly. He used the Asura Demon Sword and the Exploding Ring in succession, which was the limit even for someone with a near-god-level physique.
But his eyes were calm. Then, he raised his head and saw that above the corpse of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, a dazzling golden halo was slowly gathering.
That wasn't an ordinary red 100,000-year soul ring, nor even the legendary crimson gold soul ring. It was a god-level soul ring that was pure gold throughout, had a diameter of over ten meters, and had liquid light flowing across its surface!
Inside the Soul Ring, one can vaguely see the phantom of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King in his previous life swimming around. Millions of years of cultivation, his understanding of the laws of water and lightning, and the vast life energy of the sea... all are condensed here.
Even more strangely, a piece of torso bone was floating around the spirit ring.
Seeing this, Tang Chuan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood and qi within his body. Then he looked into the distance and discovered that Poseidon and Tang Chen's auras were rapidly approaching, and they would arrive in no more than a quarter of an hour.
Further away, several sinister figures seemed to be watching from the sidelines.
He doesn't seem to have much time left.
"The Vast Ocean Universe Cover, Conceal."
With a light tap of his left hand, the Vast Ocean Universe Cover, which had been suspended in the air, slowly descended, its azure light flowing like a water curtain, completely enveloping the enormous corpse of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.
Where the light flowed, the whale carcass, soul rings, soul bones... everything became blurred and transparent in the field of vision, eventually blending perfectly with the surrounding seawater and light.
From the outside, this sea area appears completely empty.
Only the calm seawater shimmered under the sunlight.
Tang Chuan sat cross-legged on the hidden whale carcass and closed his eyes.
His spiritual power spread like a tide, establishing a connection with the golden soul ring in the air.
"Let's begin."
He murmured to himself, his hands forming an ancient mudra.
The golden spirit ring seemed to sense the summons and slowly descended, enveloping Tang Chuan's body.
Just as the spirit ring touched the top of his head.
"Buzz—!!!"
An invisible energy wave suddenly spread out from Tang Chuan, freezing the seawater and air in its path, and time seemed to slow down.
The golden light completely engulfed Tang Chuan.
His consciousness began to sink, sinking into the torrent of memories spanning millions of years deep within his soul ring, sinking into the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's understanding of the laws of water and thunder, sinking into that... stairway to godhood.
On the sea, only an eerie calm remained.
Meanwhile, in the distance, Poseidon, Tang Chen, and several guardians of the holy pillars were rushing over at full speed.
Further away, Tang San, who had just absorbed the souls of two Title Douluos and recovered 70% of his injuries, was also concealing his aura and quietly approaching this direction.
Unbeknownst to everyone, in the deep-sea trench 30,000 meters below the corpse of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, a pair of eyes that had been sleeping for hundreds of thousands of years were slowly opening.
Meanwhile, at the Spirit Hall, in the Offering Hall.
Deep within this majestic hall lies a separate space carved out by the divine power of angels. The golden dome rises immeasurably high, and twelve colossal pillars reaching to the heavens are engraved with the glorious achievements of successive generations of angels. The floor is a translucent, smooth crystal, reflecting the six-winged angel statues floating above.
Qian Renxue hovered in the center of this space, surrounded by six dazzling golden wings, a sign of the complete awakening of her Angelic Martial Soul. Each wing burned with pure, holy flames.
Her soul power fluctuations were as vast as the sea, clearly reaching the level of a 95th-level Title Douluo.
Opposite Qian Renxue, Qian Daoliu stood silently in the void, his golden robe fluttering without wind, his aged face calm as still water. He did not release his martial soul, nor did he reveal his soul rings, nor did he show the slightest fluctuation of soul power. He simply stood there quietly.
But even in this single position, it seems to blend into the entire space, omnipresent yet seemingly nonexistent.
"This is the 973rd time."
Qian Renxue spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of weariness that even she herself was unaware of.
In the eighth trial of the Angel God, the flow of time is different from that of the outside world.
In just a few days outside, she had already fought her grandfather 973 times here.
Nine hundred and seventy-three times, all losses.
"Let's begin."
Qian Daoliu's voice remained calm as always, without any emotional fluctuation.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath, her eyes instantly becoming sharp as swords!
The next instant, golden light exploded, and Qian Renxue's figure disappeared from the spot!
Almost at the same instant, she appeared three zhang behind Qian Daoliu, her right hand fingers pressed together like a knife, a holy light knife condensed with the true fire of the sun, aimed straight at Qian Daoliu's back!
The speed of this strike exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could perceive. A full-force attack from a level 95 Title Douluo was enough to easily pierce through mountains!
However, Qian Daoliu's body shifted slightly to the side, the movement so small as to be almost negligible, yet the holy light hand blade grazed his chest.
"Too slow."
He said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue gritted her teeth and simultaneously swung out her left hand!
Instantly, a golden halo with a diameter of about ten feet condensed in her palm, spinning rapidly and cutting towards the thousands of streams! The edge of the halo was sharper than any divine weapon, and contained the holy fire of angels that could burn everything!
Qian Daoliu neither retreated nor dodged; he raised his right hand and gently tapped with his index finger.
"bite--"
With a clear ringing sound, the light wheel, powerful enough to cut through fine steel, stopped three inches in front of his fingertips, spinning wildly but unable to advance an inch.
"The angle is too straight, making it easy to predict."
Qian Daoliu commented, flicking his index finger slightly.
"boom!"
The light wheel flew back, its speed three times faster than when it came!
Qianren Xuehua paled, and her six wings instantly folded to protect her!
"Angelic protection!"
Six wings of light intertwined to form a golden shield of light!
"Bang--!!!"
With a dull thud, Qian Renxue and her shield were blasted hundreds of feet away!
But before she could regain her footing, she launched another attack!
"Angel's Holy Sword!"
With a loose grasp in his right hand, a golden longsword formed entirely from angelic holy fire took shape in his palm! The blade was slender, with a hilt shaped like outstretched wings, and the tip of the sword emitted a sword beam over ten feet long!
"cut!"
Qian Renxue gripped her sword with both hands and slashed down from mid-air!
The moment the sword was unleashed, the golden light in the entire space seemed to be drained away, and a golden sword aura that reached the heavens and the earth tore through the void, slashing towards Qian Daoliu with the force of opening up the world!
The Thousand Streams finally moved.
He raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, as if he were grasping something invisible.
Then, he casually lifted it upwards.
"boom--!!!"
That sword energy, powerful enough to cleave mountains, was actually caught by him with his bare hands. The golden torrent of energy surged wildly in his palm, yet it could not harm him in the slightest!
"You have the sword intent, but the killing intent is too strong." Qian Daoliu calmly looked at his granddaughter and said, "The sword of the Angel God is a sword of judgment, not a sword of slaughter. You have hatred, resentment, and unwillingness in your heart. These emotions are mixed in, so the sword is no longer pure."
His palm trembled slightly.
"Snap!"
The golden sword energy shattered inch by inch, turning into countless points of light!
Qian Renxue's face turned pale as she was forced back once again by the force of the recoil!
But she still didn't give up. Beneath her feet, her eighth spirit ring shone brightly!
"Eighth Soul Skill - Divine Descent!"
Qian Renxue's figure suddenly expanded, transforming into a golden angel phantom ten zhang tall!
The phantom's face was blurry, but its sacred, majestic, and inviolable aura caused the entire space to tremble slightly!
The angelic phantom slowly raised its right hand, palm facing Qian Daoliu.
"Light of Purification!"
A beam of pure gold, three zhang in diameter, burst forth from the palm of the angelic phantom!
Wherever the beam of light passed, space was distorted and dissolved—this was not destruction, but purification, the supreme judgment that erased all impurity!
Qian Daoliu looked up at the pillar of light, and a hint of relief finally flashed in his eyes.
But he still did not dodge.
He simply extended his left hand.
With palms facing upwards, gently lift it up.
"Buzz—!"
The pillar of light, powerful enough to purify all things, actually stopped in his palm, like a rushing river crashing into a towering mountain, unable to move an inch!
"You have mastered seventy percent of the eighth soul skill," Qian Daoliu said slowly, his left hand's five fingers slowly closing. "But your understanding of the Angel God's divine position is still less than thirty percent."
His fists clenched.
"Bang!"
The pillar of light exploded! The angelic phantom that Qian Renxue had transformed into shook violently and collapsed with a bang!
"puff--!"
Qian Renxue spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed heavily to the ground, scattering a cloud of golden light!
Nine hundred and seventy-three failures.
He was knocked down 973 times.
Qian Renxue lay on the ground, panting heavily. Her long golden hair was scattered all over the ground, stained with sweat and blood. The angel's six wings drooped limply, their light dim, and some even had small cracks. For the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared in her eyes.
Why is this happening?
She's already level 95. Her Angelic Martial Soul has been awakened to its limit. Every strike she delivers is with all her might; her understanding of the Angelic God's legacy surpasses that of all previous inheritors.
Why can't I even touch the hem of Grandpa's clothes?
"Minor Snow".
Qian Daoliu's voice rang in my ears, gentle and calm.
Qian Renxue did not look up.
"Grandpa...am I...never be able to beat you?"
"If that's the case, does it mean I'll never pass the eighth exam?"
Her voice was hoarse, carrying an unprecedented vulnerability.
Nine hundred and seventy-three failures would have broken anyone.
Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment, then slowly landed beside his granddaughter and gently stroked her messy golden hair.
"stand up."
Qian Renxue shook her head and buried her face in the ground: "No... let me stay here like this for a little while..."
A hint of heartache flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
"Xiaoxue, look at me."
His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.
Qian Renxue finally raised her head and looked at her grandfather.
In those aged eyes, there was no blame, no disappointment, only deep love and pride.
Do you know how old Grandpa is this year?
Qian Renxue was taken aback, not understanding why her grandfather suddenly asked this question.
"One hundred and twenty-seven years old." Qian Daoliu answered himself, "The guardians of the Angel God have a lifespan much longer than ordinary Title Douluos. But do you know, Grandpa has been stuck at this level for seventy years."
He slowly stood up and looked up at the huge angel statue on the dome.
"Seventy years ago, Grandpa stood here just like you, challenging your great-grandfather. Back then, Grandpa also believed that as long as he worked hard enough and fought desperately enough, he would definitely be able to defeat him and pass the eighth test."
"And the result?"
"Nine hundred and ninety-nine times." Qian Daoliu smiled slightly and said, "Grandpa challenged him nine hundred and ninety-nine times, and lost every time."
Qian Renxue was stunned.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine times? All losses?
"And...what happened next?"
"Later..." A trace of reminiscence flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes, "Later, your great-grandfather told me something that finally made my grandfather understand."
"What did you say?"
Qian Daoliu turned around, looking at his granddaughter with eyes as deep as the sea: "The eighth test of the Angel God is not to let you defeat your grandfather. It is to let you... defeat yourself."
He reached out and pulled Qian Renxue up from the ground.
"Xue'er, look."
He raised his hand and pointed, and the image of Qian Renxue's last attack appeared in the air. Divine intervention and the light of purification were shattered by his grasp.
"The power of this strike has reached the limit of level ninety-five. In terms of pure attack power, you are no less than your grandfather."
"But...it was still you..."
"I crushed it with one grasp, didn't I?" Qian Daoliu laughed and said, "That's because you hit Grandpa, an old man who has been a guardian angel god for seventy years. Grandpa knows every bit of the angel god's power too well. Before you even made a move, Grandpa knew where you were going to hit, how much force you would use, and how long you would last."
He patted his granddaughter on the shoulder.
"But a real enemy won't understand you like Grandpa does. They'll be surprised, afraid, and panicked. That's when the true power of your attack will be revealed."
Qian Renxue listened in a daze.
"Eight hundred and seventy-three failures are not a disgrace." Qian Daoliu's voice grew softer and softer as he said, "They are accumulations. It is a process in which your understanding of power deepens little by little. Your grandfather only understood after nine hundred and ninety-nine failures that the end of the Divine Trial is not defeating others, but surpassing yourself."
He gently wiped away his granddaughter's tears.
"How old are you? Twenty-seven. When Grandpa was twenty-seven, he was still worried about breaking through level ninety. You're already level ninety-five, much stronger than me."
"But……"
"No buts." Qian Daoliu interrupted her. "Take your time. This old man of yours can still fight you for many years to come. If 973 times isn't enough, fight a thousand times. If a thousand times isn't enough, fight two thousand times. One day, you'll find that, without realizing it, your old man can no longer block your sword."
Qian Renxue's eyes reddened, and she rushed into her grandfather's arms, hugging him tightly.
Qian Daoliu gently patted her back, just like he used to when she was a child.
"Silly child, the path to godhood is never easy. Which of those predecessors who became gods didn't go through countless trials and tribulations? Your talent is stronger than theirs, you're just too impatient."
He looked up at the angel statue on the dome, his gaze distant.
"Grandpa will always be here, watching over you and staying with you, until the day you truly inherit that position." (End of Chapter)