Above the sky, space shattered.
Amidst the endless turbulent void, a nearly transparent remnant soul was rapidly descending.
The barrier of the divine realm was forcibly torn open.
"..."
Qianyu burned his last bit of divine power, even sacrificing his own essence.
Forbidden arts, the cycle of rebirth and reincarnation of fallen saints.
This move was not merely an escape, but a provocation against the rules of the divine realm.
Qianyu felt a violent tearing sensation coming from her soul.
pain.
But he didn't make a sound, he just stared at the gradually closing golden crack above.
That is the realm of gods.
It was a cage that imprisoned him for ten thousand years.
The wind howled in my ears, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.
Qianyu's vision began to blur, but fragments of memories surged up wildly at that moment.
Ten thousand years ago.
He transmigrated to this world and became a twelve-winged angel with supreme bloodline.
What a magnificent sight that was!
He did not rely on any deity, but built a vast Kingdom of Light by his own strength.
There was no strife, no hunger.
All living beings live in peace and prosperity under the radiance of angels.
He is the king of the Land of Light.
He is the one true God revered by all people.
But.
Those five arrogant guys were scared.
The Asura God carried that blood-red longsword.
The god of destruction was shrouded in endless purple clouds.
There is also the goddess of life, the god of evil, and the god of good.
The five great god-kings arrived together.
The reason is ridiculous.
They say he's an anomaly.
It is said that the existence of the Land of Light threatens the balance of the divine realm.
In truth, Chiyu knew the answer.
They were just afraid.
As a "soul beast," Fear possesses the potential to surpass even the God King.
That battle was so fierce that the sky darkened.
The Land of Light has collapsed.
Countless believers turned to ashes.
In the end, Qianyu was outnumbered.
But even the five great god-kings couldn't kill him.
The twelve-winged angels possessed an incredibly tenacious vitality, their souls were immortal.
So they laid down this vicious seal.
He was suppressed in the darkest abyss of the divine realm.
A full ten thousand years.
Torment that was like living in darkness.
The originally pure and radiant holy power was corrupted by long periods of loneliness and resentment.
The glory is gone.
Instead, there was an intense, impenetrable blackness.
That is the power of corruption.
It is the flame of revenge.
This force is constantly eroding the foundation of the seal.
Finally, today.
Qianyu seized a glimmer of hope.
He spared no effort, using forbidden techniques to blast open a corner of the seal.
They escaped.
The remnant soul streaked across the sky like a black meteor, falling towards the Douluo Continent in the lower realm.
The vision grew increasingly dark.
Qianyu knew that she was at her last gasp.
The price of forbidden techniques is too high.
His soul was about to dissipate.
If a host cannot be found in a short period of time, then the ten thousand years of forbearance will have become a complete joke.
He didn't want to die.
He wants revenge.
Make those five hypocritical god-kings pay a bloody price.
Even if it means becoming a demon.
From then on, he was no longer a noble angel god, but a beast that only knew how to seek revenge.
Qianyu, clinging to her last shred of consciousness, searched the skies above Douluo Continent.
An ordinary body cannot withstand his soul.
Even a wisp of a remnant soul was once the soul of a god-king.
Forcibly possessing another's body will only cause the other person to explode and die, and you will also dissipate along with them.
We must find someone who possesses the same fundamental power.
The power of light.
The blood of angels.
Only in this way can his soul, which has long since turned dark but is still of the same origin, be accommodated.
suddenly.
A dazzling golden light appeared in Qianyu's dim perception.
To the west of the continent.
An extremely pure, even perfect, divine aura soared into the sky.
That was the aura of an angel.
And it's not just any ordinary two-winged or four-winged wing.
This fluctuation.
It has six wings.
Even at a higher level.
Qianyu's previously lifeless heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Heaven has not forsaken me.
Without the slightest hesitation, he controlled his faltering remnant soul and, with his last ounce of strength, flew toward the direction of the golden light.
...
Douluo Continent, Martial Soul City.
Inside the Hall of Awakening, deep within the Papal Palace, golden light shone brightly.
Six-year-old Qian Renxue stood quietly in the center of the awakening array.
She closed her eyes.
That young face was filled with nervousness, and a hint of barely perceptible anticipation.
Her long, golden hair moved without wind, fluttering behind her.
Behind her.
A huge phantom slowly emerged.
The phantom was entirely golden, with six wings on its back, exuding a sacred aura that inspired worship.
Six-winged Angel Martial Soul.
The cardinal in charge of the awakening was trembling.
He stared at the light shining from the crystal ball, almost shouting himself hoarse.
"Innate full soul power..."
"No."
"This is level 20 of innate full soul power!"
"A divine-level martial soul! This is a true divine-level martial soul!"
All the servants in the hall knelt down.
This is reverence for the angels and gods.
Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes.
Those golden eyes sparkled with a pure and joyful light.
She didn't look at the people kneeling around her.
They also ignored the cardinal's exclamation.
She immediately turned her head and looked at the high platform in the hall.
There was a woman sitting there.
Bibi Dong.
The current pope is also her mother.
Qian Renxue's small hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.
He had awakened such a powerful martial soul.
They are the highest-ranking six-winged angels.
Mom will be happy, right?
I'll probably give myself a compliment, right?
Even just a smile would be nice.
She desperately craved that woman's approval.
From the time she could remember, she had never received even a trace of warmth from Bibi Dong.
Qian Renxue took a few steps toward the high platform with her short legs.
She tilted her head back, her little face flushed.
"Mother..."
"Look, it's a six-winged angel."
"I have the same martial spirit as my father."
However.
Bibi Dong, standing atop the high platform, didn't even change her posture in the slightest.
She held the scepter, looking down at the girls below the stage.
There was not a trace of maternal love in her eyes.
Only disgust.
There was even a hint of deep-seated hatred.
Bibi Dong's gaze swept over the angelic phantom behind Qian Renxue.
Then.
She let out a sneer.
The sound wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly jarring in the quiet hall.
"The bastard has quite a lot of talent."
Qian Renxue's smile froze instantly.
She stood there, stunned.
Although she was only six years old, she understood the meaning of those two words.
Hybrid.
Her mother called her a bastard.
Qian Renxue felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her from head to toe.
All the joy vanished in that moment.
Bibi Dong slowly stood up.
The magnificent papal robe trailed on the ground, making a rustling sound.
She turned around and walked towards the side door.
From beginning to end.
She didn't even glance at Qian Renxue again.
It's like looking at a completely unrelated passerby, or rather, a disgusting stain.
"Don't call me Mom anymore."
You don't deserve it.
Bibi Dong's voice came from afar, echoing in the hall.
Then came the loud slam of the door closing.
(End of chapter)