Douluo: Qian Renxue’s Road to Defeating the Gods

Wuhun City, Wuhun Hall, a huge statue of the Angel God stood quietly on the top of the mountain, gazing at the city. Qian Renxue looked up from under the statue. The Angel God seemed to be alive, heroic, hating evil, and protecting the world.

"God Ancestor, my grandfather taught me to always adhere to the teachings of angels and to always be kind. I have never doubted you and myself. I think we can get to this point thanks to these things. But today, I think you are wrong about the holy sword. I will confirm these conjectures and truly pick up the holy sword of angels to bring true peace to the world."

Qian Renxue stared for a while, finally sighed, and walked towards the Douluo Palace.

"Elder Nightmare, thank you for your hard work. This time, you have made a great contribution. It's just that this is a special moment and my mother cannot spare the time. When the war is settled, you can ask for anything you want as long as my mother and I can do it!"

At the gate of Douluo Hall, Elder Nightmare respectfully welcomed Qian Renxue's arrival. As her and the Golden Generation's mission came to an end, she returned to the Spirit Hall and continued to take charge.

"Young Master, you are too kind. It is a great blessing that you can let me manage the Wuhun Theory Research Institute. We are all cultivators, and money is useless to me. For my future plans, I would like to study Wuhun, soul power, or even ask for something a little too much, and study the difference between gods and mortals."

Elder Nightmare is neither humble nor arrogant and has a far-sighted vision. Perhaps it can be said that after working at the Wuhun Theory Research Institute for so long, she has stepped out of the cultivation career of pursuing power and entered a new world, the composition of soul power, the wonders of martial souls, and so on.

(Laughs) "Elder Nightmare is preparing to develop in the direction of a master. Well, since Elder Nightmare has spoken, how can I not obey? Even if my mother disagrees, if I have the opportunity to become a god, I will definitely cooperate with Elder Nightmare to unlock the mystery of this god!"

Qian Renxue chuckled and immediately agreed to Elder Nightmare's request, but she didn't expect Elder Nightmare to roll his eyes.

"Forget about the title of Master, it's stinky. As for studying gods, I was just joking, young master, don't take it seriously..."

Qian Renxue smiled and waved her hand. If a mortal could crack the secrets of God, wouldn’t that be great? Everyone would have the opportunity to become a god. Isn’t that fair?
After exchanging a few simple greetings with the Golden Generation, Qian Renxue once again stepped into the Douluo Palace and quickly returned to the location of the Holy Sword with ease.

This holy sword is dimmer than before, and has been quietly stuck in the stone for countless years. I'm sorry for having wronged you, holy sword. Please accept my request and join me in pacifying this troubled world!
Qian Renxue walked towards the stone steps with firm steps, and sure enough, the voice of the guardian holy sword sounded again.

"Little girl, you want to draw your sword? Didn't you leave last time? I thought you were a kind person and didn't bother with you, so I didn't attack you. But now, if you dare to move forward, I will kill you without mercy!"

At the same time, the voice in my mind that had always resided in my body also sighed: 'A broken crown, a sword without a soul, a perfect match, a perfect match!'

Does the broken crown refer to the Star Crown? It should be, but a sword without a soul, does a sword still have a soul? What does it mean?
The voice in her head seemed to be telling her something, but she didn't have time to think about it at the moment. What was in front of her was the most important thing.

"If no hero draws his sword, the common people will suffer for more than ten years. I am not a hero, but I want to be the one who ends the suffering of the common people. Senior, I draw my sword only to save the common people. Please don't stop me."

Qian Renxue stopped and waited for the mysterious voice's response.

"What a joke! Don't you understand that this sword is suppressing..."

Before the Guardian Holy Sword's voice could be heard, Qian Renxue interrupted her loudly!

"Of course I know that this sword suppresses suffering, plague and sin, but if it can suppress all of this, then why are there countless sufferings, incurable diseases and endless sins in this world! Did it suppress them? In other words, it did not suppress these so-called things at all!" Qian Renxue's powerful voice echoed in this secret realm, and it seemed to suppress this mysterious voice, and there was no response for a while.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue walked to the holy sword and grasped the hilt of the holy sword!
"What nonsense are you talking about! The Holy Sword is a divine weapon that can suppress all evil. How can it be as you say? These are all fake!"

The mysterious voice sounded somewhat annoyed and angry, but for some reason, it did not take any action to stop Qian Renxue.

"This sword is said to suppress all evil. In my opinion, it's just the opposite. What this sword wants to express is responsibility!"

"responsibility?"

"My mother once taught me that as the young master of the Spirit Hall, I have the responsibility to maintain the order of the spirit master world. As a person of Douluo Continent, I have the responsibility to lead this continent to a new beginning. Just like this sword, these words are nothing more than selecting the person who draws the sword. Is she responsible for picking up this sword, eliminating evil, eradicating plague, and relieving all suffering?"

At this point, Qian Renxue recalled that when the God Ancestor pulled out the sword, she must have struggled and felt very painful, but she did it! She did use this sword to suppress suffering, disease, and sin, but in the end she betrayed the sword and went to the God Realm alone. The sword also lost its ability to suppress sin, plague, and suffering, causing the continent to once again become a hotbed for these things.

"My ancestor also took this sword in the past. Didn't you, senior, not stop him?"

"What, that person is your ancestor, no wonder you give me a familiar feeling..." The mysterious voice realized it later, and then a golden figure condensed in the air.

The pale golden light she released was very gentle, which made people unconsciously let down their guard and calmed down a lot. Qian Renxue looked at the golden figure that appeared in front of her with some shock. She felt that the guy in front of her seemed to have the same strength as herself!
"Qian Yuling wants to defeat the Evil Emperor. What she is doing is righteous. Naturally, she can pull out the sword. I will not stop her. What you said makes sense, but whether the sword can be pulled out depends on whether the sword recognizes you. I am looking forward to whether you can pull out the sword."

The golden figure floated in the air, seemingly not intending to take action. Instead, it seemed as if it was using Qian Renxue to confirm something.

Qian Renxue no longer cared about her existence. She took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and prepared to pull it out of the stone.

But the holy sword, which looked like an ordinary long sword, was extremely heavy! No matter how hard she tried, the sword didn't move at all.

Why is this happening? Are all my thoughts wrong? At this moment, the hint from the mysterious voice in my mind comes back to me.

A soulless sword, a broken crown...

The two are related, but the sword's soul... the sword's soul...

His eyes gradually became stern, the surrounding space was shaking, and there was a hint of breaking. The three strange auras suppressed by the holy sword on the ground began to become restless like demons waiting to break free from the seal!
(End of this chapter)