Chapter 111: Qian Renxue's Final Trial

Inside the Angel Temple, Qian Daoliu smiled.

His eyes were filled with blazing light as he murmured, "I have waited for this moment for far too long! Tang Chen, you ultimately fell one step short of me! Although I could not become a god at the hundredth level, my descendants have done so. Haha..."

Qian Daoliu seemed to struggle as he raised his right leg, taking a step forward to stand between the gray Angel God Statue and the long sword that had gradually turned golden.

The blazing light in his eyes slowly turned to kindness as he gazed at Qian Renxue: "Child, this is your final trial, and also my final trial. No matter how much pain you endure, you must succeed."

"Grandfather, what are you doing?"

Qian Renxue forced the words out, a strong sense of unease suddenly surging within her heart.

Qian Daoliu smiled faintly: "Foolish child, to gain something, one must lose something; this is my destined fate. As the guardian of the Angel God, my existence is solely for the inheritance of the Angel God's legacy."

As his words fell, a "Boom" sounded.

Suddenly, dazzling golden flames erupted around Qian Daoliu; these flames were strange and without heat, yet in an instant they illuminated the entire temple as if it were midday.

The fine golden patterns originally within the temple now all radiated brilliant, dazzling golden light; Qian Daoliu seemed to have transformed into a messenger of light, surpassing the Angel God Statue to become the center of this temple.

"Grandfather, don't—"

Qian Renxue screamed and struggled desperately.

But she could not move a single inch now; her entire body was being sucked in by the gem on that long sword, unable to move at all.

Bathed in brilliant golden radiance, Qian Daoliu's entire body was consumed by this golden flame, which he had ignited himself; it not only burned his soul power fiercely but also deeply eroded his body, his soul, and everything that constituted his existence.

This pristine Angel Fire was, with irresistible force, slowly devouring him completely.

Behind his towering figure, a dim Angel God Statue seemed to awaken, crazily Absorbing the immense energy gushing forth from the flames, a scene that shook the soul.

"Xiao Xue, listen. There is something I have never told you: Bibi Dong's poor treatment of you, even her attempt to abandon you when you were young, was not her fault. However, it was precisely because of your existence that I did not kill her. Your father did not die at Tang Hao's hands; Tang Hao merely severely injured him back then. The one who truly killed your father was your mother, Bibi Dong."

"What?"

"She killed my father? She killed my father?"

Qian Renxue stared blankly at her grandfather, even forgetting the golden flames rising on his body.

Qian Daoliu smiled with satisfaction; telling Qian Renxue this matter at this moment was the only way to distract her attention so she would not be overly saddened by his death.

"Child... you are grandfather's pride! You must... endure this final trial... and become... the Angel God..."

Only when Qian Daoliu's voice became intermittent did Qian Renxue suddenly snap back to her senses.

Before her, Qian Daoliu's body had been gradually devoured by the golden flames; the last thing she saw was her grandfather's kind eyes.

"Grand—fa—ther—"

Qian Renxue cried out in pain, struggling desperately.

Suddenly, a melodious song reached her ears:

Calabash Brothers

Calabash Brothers

One flower on a single vine, unafraid of wind or rain

La la la, ding ding dang dang dong dang dang, Calabash Brothers

Ding ding dang dang dong dang dang, great abilities

La la la... Inside the Angel Temple, all the patterns ignited with intense golden flames.

Immediately after, a figure slowly appeared before Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue looked closely and saw that the newcomer was Zhou Yu, holding the Sea God Trident.

She could not help but shout sternly, "Zhou Yu! What the hell was that you just sang?"

Zhou Yu let out a sigh and replied, "I just heard you call out for grandfather... so I was moved and sang you this Calabash Brothers song!"

Before Qian Renxue could react, she suddenly felt something merge into her body.

The diamond-shaped gem on her forehead shone with brilliant light; immense energy fluctuations rose amidst constant explosions. Amidst a series of violent roars, her heart could no longer focus on sorrow; the shocking scene turned everything before her eyes completely golden, and even her soul turned golden.

A majestic voice rang out from all directions, and all the golden light froze completely within the Angel Temple at that moment.

"An—gel—De—sc—en—d—"

The golden light on the temple suddenly dimmed; the Angel God Statue in the center had vanished, leaving only Qian Renxue alone.

Behind her, the three pairs of six wings had completely turned into golden feathers and fully spread open; with her eyes closed, she let her golden hair fly wildly behind her head, her right hand raised high holding that just-drawn ancient sword, her entire body radiating intense golden flames.

Starting from the tip of the long sword, feather-like patterns began to spread downward, covering the sword itself, then gradually reaching Qian Renxue, spreading across her face and down her body.

With a light "Ding," all her clothes vanished, revealing her perfect body.

Zhou Yu: "..."

Those strange patterns, like clothes on Qian Renxue's body, gradually slid down, enveloping her entirely; strange golden lights flashed in unison, constantly bursting forth with dazzling brilliance.

Qian Renxue's thoughts gradually grew hazy; deep within her soul, a figure quietly appeared, wearing magnificent robes that exuded nobility; it was none other than Bibi Dong.

"Didn't you want to surpass me? Didn't you hate me? I am waiting for you. Qian Xunji was killed by me; if you want to avenge him, come find me."

Qian Renxue's spirit suddenly shook, the intense itching even being shaken off a bit: "Bibi Dong, I hate you, I hate you. You are not worthy to be my mother. But I will not kill you; I will take away the power you desire most and make you taste the pain as well."

Time passed second by second; the pain endured by the body became increasingly intense, and the willpower that had been barely gathered began to scatter again, while the soul once more became unstable.

The outline of the soul became ethereal and uncertain once more; just at this moment, a gentle phantom quietly appeared in the depths of her consciousness.

"Child, do not give up; you must hold on! This is an opportunity grandfather exchanged for with his life!"

The phantom that appeared was Qian Daoliu; surrounded by blazing golden radiance, his eyes overflowed with hope and inspiring light, constantly encouraging Qian Renxue's originally scattered soul, causing it to gradually coalesce and return to resilience.

"Grandfather, I will not give up; I will definitely succeed. Rest assured, I will become the strongest and fulfill your last wish."

Qian Renxue's body trembled violently; with every tremor, the golden patterns on her body grew slightly stronger.

She, who was already over thirty years old, gradually became younger.

She now looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, but her figure had become fuller than before, with an extremely slender waist and high, firm breasts.

Perfect curves appeared at her waist and hips; her round buttocks extended downward into long, straight thighs, especially under the cover of the golden light patterns, appearing dreamlike and illusory.

On her forehead, the golden diamond-shaped gem had shattered at some unknown time, transforming into a golden brand that appeared on her forehead.

That brand bore the likeness of a six-winged angel, as if a miniature Angel God Statue had been embedded into her forehead.

(End of this chapter)