Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1758 Bo Xian'er! The Emperor's Intent Sublimation

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Qian Zhongling remained silent for a long time before slowly standing up. His tall figure appeared somewhat blurred in the splashing water. "Hmph, interesting. It seems that even this old bone of mine needs to look at the world from a different angle."

He looked at Qian Xizi with an almost equal gaze for the first time, "Do as you say, tell Fan Jin that his mission has changed: open your eyes wide, open your heart, feel, and observe!"

"I need to know the source, direction, and... the rules governing its operation and any potential weaknesses of this 'momentum'!"

Upon hearing this, Qianxizi did not hesitate at all and replied in a deep voice, "Yes."

In his heart, when he truly realized that the "gods" might be unleashing their power, that invisible pressure became exceptionally clear.

Qian Zhongling glanced at him, then turned her gaze back to the cascading waterfall. "Xi Zi, remember, it is difficult for a deity's true form to descend to the mortal realm."

"Our Spirit Hall, inheriting the glory of the angels, has stood firmly on this continent for tens of thousands of years. With a deep foundation, its great momentum has been established."

He changed the subject casually, saying, "The affairs of this world are best observed. In recent years, the conflict between the Chen family and the Crimson Church has intensified, with casualties on both sides. The enmity will only deepen, which is for the best..."

He paused meaningfully, then said coldly, "Let them continue fighting, and it would be best if we could uncover what they're hiding behind the scenes."

"Whether it's the unknown deity worshipped by the Chen family, or the evil Rakshasa god behind Scarlet, let them tear each other apart. The fiercer they bite, the less trouble we'll have."

"As long as we don't stand against the Soul Master world as a whole, no one can shake us."

Qianxizi bowed slightly in sincere admiration and replied, "Great-grandfather's wisdom and foresight are truly admirable. Your grandson has learned a great deal."

His face showed genuine admiration, without a trace of doubt.

Qian Zhongling seemed to remember something and softened her tone: "By the way, the team lineup we sent to the Gao Ying competition this time... go ask your son for his opinion. These people will be his core team in the future, so he should know what he's doing."

Qianxizi nodded slightly in agreement.

Qian Zhongling cracked his neck: "Wait, great-grandson, your great-grandfather is feeling resentful and upset. Did you bring any wine?! You need to catch your breath."

Qianxizi: "..."

Soon, Qianxizi's figure walked towards the stone steps.

"Wait," Qian Zhongling suddenly raised his hand.

Qian Xizi paused, turned around and watched as Qian Chongling picked up the wine jar, tilted his head back and gulped down the wine.

He put down the wine jar and looked up again. He had calmed down, replaced by an almost cold calmness, like a cold current flowing deep in a millennia-old glacier.

"We need a test!"

"The Chen family is too powerful. Half of the 'Black Nether' of the Crimson Church has died. That's good, but it's not chaotic enough."

"The Chen family wants to use this as leverage against us. Why don't we... add fuel to the fire and make it burn even brighter and more uncontrollable?"

“Look at how they correct so-called fate.”

His words were cold, but the implication was clear—to escalate the conflict between the Chen family and the Crimson Church, even at the cost of creating unpredictable chaos, causing the Chen family's prized "luck" to spiral out of control and be consumed in the storm.

Qianxizi's pupils contracted slightly as he instantly understood. He solemnly replied, "Grandson understands. I will make the arrangements personally."

This was no longer a simple test, but a deliberate attempt to stir up trouble, forcing the newly formed behemoth, the Chen family, into an even more dangerous vortex before it had fully consolidated its power. Qian Zhongling waved his hand wearily, a hint of age in his voice: "Go."

He closed his eyes. "The winds of this continent... are about to change."

Qianxizi bowed deeply silently, then turned and left.

Beneath that magnificent papal robe lay an unprecedented solemnity and a determination to unleash a tumultuous storm.

Qian Zhongling stood alone in front of the waterfall, oblivious to the water vapor that soaked his blond hair and clothes.

He stretched out his hand, palm up, letting the cold, powerful water droplets splash, shatter, and flow away in his palm.

“‘Momentum,’ ‘Fortune’…the God of Destiny…” he murmured to himself.

His face was devoid of any cynicism, replaced only by the focused concentration of a seasoned veteran facing unknown rules and... a long-lost, ignited fighting spirit to unravel this grand scheme.

It's easy to confront "force," but understanding and maneuvering "momentum," and even touching upon the elusive concepts of "fate" and "destiny," is much more challenging.
This may be the greatest challenge the Spirit Hall has faced in ten thousand years, or it may be... the greatest opportunity to understand the essence of higher-level power.

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Deep within the Duke of Qiankun's mansion in Chang'an City lies the secluded Yunyinlu villa.

Bo Xian'er stood by the railing, her shimmering eyes slightly raised, gazing over the towering buildings towards the direction of the Sunset Forest.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile quietly spread across her delicate lips.

"The Heavenly Sword... is complete." She murmured, her voice as clear and cold as a secluded spring under the moon, with a faint sigh. "With Xueqi's move, the Chen family's game of chess has progressed even faster."

"Is fortune like a surging tide?" Bo Xian'er murmured softly, her voice ethereal and distant.

"A mighty tide that can hold a hundred rivers may be overwhelming, but when the water is full, it overflows, and a high dam is easily breached... The more turbulent the tide, the more eager the undercurrents will be to find a way to release it."

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the Spirit Hall: "Other forces are alright, but the Spirit Hall... this dormant old tortoise, won't it be tempted to extend its claws and stir up this ever-rising water?"

His eyes were as still as a deep well, unfathomable.

“But…” her lips curved into a deeper smile, “what is being stirred up, the muddy water or the igniting oil? The Chen family’s ‘luck’… is not just a matter of divine favor.”

Yes, in Bo Xian'er's eyes, the current flourishing state of the Chen family, the fact that her son Chen Yu and Zhu Hongzhen survived serious injuries, the fact that Chen Zixiu escaped danger and comprehended the rules, and the fact that Lu Xueqi's martial soul advanced, are all concrete manifestations of the Chen family's fortune rising rapidly.

This overwhelming and unstoppable torrent of fortune is not merely a matter of divine favor—those two Fate Gods are essentially companion gods of Xiao Jun and Xiao Yi.

The current surge of fortune is actually the result of Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi using their symbiotic deity as a catalyst to deeply stimulate and integrate the solid foundation accumulated by the Chen family over thousands of years, resulting in a powerful momentum of accumulated strength.

Behind him are Chen Xiaojun's master and that super artifact—the system, or the spiritual treasure that Xiaojun mentioned!

Just as her thoughts were racing, the imperial aura within her body was stirred by this profound contemplation of the "momentum" of destiny, and naturally surged and flowed.

It's as if we're in harmony with heaven and earth!
In an instant, an invisible and vast phantom of ocean waves seemed to emerge behind him, which then transformed into a majestic and awe-inspiring imperial majesty.

Within her consciousness, there was a phantom and magnificent mercury-like river flowing swiftly, in which countless creatures, like fish rising and falling, sometimes leaped out of the water, and sometimes were swept away by the waves.

A sudden realization, like the light of dawn, instantly illuminated her mind!

Transformation and sublimation!

“I see…” Bo Xian’er’s eyes shone brightly, her deep blue-purple eyes filled with turbulent waves and the lights of countless homes.

"The way of the emperor is not just about leading the masses, shouldering responsibilities, and shepherding the people... Its deeper essence lies in the fact that it is itself a riverbed that carries and circulates destiny!"

(End of this chapter)