Douluo: From Zhu Zhuqing to the Queen of Heavens

Chapter 509 Meeting, Angel Throne

Wang Xianer slowly pushed open the coffin lid, revealing the golden light that had escaped from the gap.

Golden light diffused from the coffin and soon filled the entire cave.

"This is!?"

Wang Xianer's heart was beating wildly as she looked at the things in the coffin.

Inside the coffin, the angel god Qian Renxue from ten thousand years ago still looked unchanged in appearance, lying quietly inside as if she was asleep.

He was wearing angel's divine attire, holding the angel's holy sword with his hands in front of him, and sleeping with his eyes closed, as if he might wake up at any time.

And above its head, a multi-faceted golden crystal was quietly suspended.

Warm golden light diffused from it, giving Wang Xianer a warm and friendly feeling.

Her heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of her chest. If it weren't for the stability of her life soul core, she felt that she would have had a heart attack.

Swallowing her saliva, Wang Xian'er carefully reached out to the crystal.

As if sensing Wang Xianer's movements, the crystal slowly approached Wang Xianer's fingers.

Both sides were very cautious, as if they were afraid of scaring the other.

"Ok!"

After a few breaths, Wang Xianer's fingers finally touched the crystal.

As soon as the warm feeling reached her mind, Wang Xian'er felt a flash before her eyes and her consciousness instantly entered a golden world.

The whole world is like a golden ocean, with no visible boundaries and no decorations at all.

Only in the center of this world, a beautiful figure sits quietly in the center of this world.

And this person was none other than Qian Renxue, the one she saw lying in the coffin in the outside world.

"After so many years, someone finally came..."

Just as Wang Xian'er was looking at Qian Renxue carefully, Qian Renxue, who had had her eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

Those eyes seemed to contain infinite wisdom, full of vicissitudes and traces of history.

Just looked at Wang Xian'er quietly.

Looking at the three pairs of angel wings behind Wang Xian'er, there was both pity and admiration in his eyes.

"Senior Qian Renxue!?"

Wang Xian'er's heart was beating wildly, but she pretended to be calm and saluted Qian Renxue respectfully.

"You are pretty good. You have come this far on your own. You are much better than I was back then."

Qian Renxue stood up from the ground and said to Wang Xianer with emotion.

The Ultimate Douluo is a hurdle, and those who can cultivate to the Ultimate Douluo on their own are geniuses among geniuses.

As she stood up, the golden world around her began to gradually change. Buildings that looked ancient to Wang Xian'er gradually rose from the ground.

Finally, with the appearance of the three big words "Spirit Hall", Wang Xian'er understood what this building was.

"Can you walk with me?"

Qian Renxue extended an invitation to Wang Xianer.

"my pleasure."

Wang Xianer calmed down her agitated emotions and answered respectfully.

Then, under the leadership of Qian Renxue, the two began to wander around in this "Soul Hall".

This Spirit Hall is extremely exquisite, from the buildings to the flowers, plants and trees, everything seems to be real.

"How much time has passed since my time?"

Qian Renxue looked at the Spirit Hall building in front of her with hope in her eyes. These were all constructed by her mental power, and they were all the Spirit Hall in her memory.

Looking at them, it's as if it's still there.

"It has been about 10,000 years since the time of our predecessors."

Wang Xianer answered cautiously.

"Ten thousand years?" Qian Renxue smiled bitterly and did not ask any more questions about the situation of the Spirit Hall and the Angel Clan.

Because she knew clearly that after the Spirit Hall's failure, both the Spirit Hall and the Angel Clan would be implicated. Although they would not disappear completely, they would definitely not have a good life.

"Can you tell me what happened in these ten thousand years?"

Qian Renxue took Wang Xian'er out of the Spirit Hall and began to climb a mountain.

"Since ten thousand years ago..."

Next, Wang Xianer gave Qian Renxue a brief account of the development of Douluo Continent over the past ten thousand years. Of course, she concealed the existence of Zhu Zhuqing.

Ancestor Zhu Qing had participated in the fight against the Spirit Hall.

"Shrek Academy, Sun Moon Continent, the decline of the Tang Sect, the Holy Spirit Church, evil soul masters, soul guides.

The Douluo Continent has developed rapidly in the past ten thousand years, but it's a pity that I didn't have the chance to observe it."

Qian Renxue sighed after listening to this.

If she had not insisted on having her own way, she and her mother might not have ended up like this.

At this point, she is only a remnant of her soul, and it will probably not be long before she completely dissipates.

But before that, she needs to inherit the angel's legacy.

"Would you like to hear my story?"

Qian Renxue brought Wang Xianer to the top of the mountain, where there was an even more exquisite building.

Enshrinement Hall!
Looking at the door, Qian Renxue did not push it open and go in, but looked at Wang Xian'er and asked.

The sound is very soft and particularly pleasant.

"Appreciate further details."

Wang Xian'er didn't dare to refute and could only nod. She was also very curious about Qian Renxue's story. She wanted to see how Qian Renxue's story compared to the story circulating in Shrek.

Qian Renxue then began to tell her story one by one, in great detail, from her parents' twisted feelings, to her birth, from her innate level 20 soul power to her undercover career that lasted for more than twenty years.

From the first time he met Tang San to the sword fight with Tang San, from suppressing Tang San to being defeated by Tang San.

Qian Renxue spoke her life story like an emotionless machine, as if she was afraid that someone would forget her.

Wang Xian'er could only listen to Qian Renxue's story while feeling sympathy. Based on her experience, Qian Renxue was actually very pitiful.

But at the same time it was also extremely stupid. After all, according to her description, she had too many opportunities to kill Tang San, but she let him go because of those weird excuses, which gave Tang San enough time to develop.

Therefore, she had no thoughts about the failure of Qian Renxue and Spirit Hall. With this kind of mentality, if Spirit Hall didn't lose, who would?
“After the defeat, my mother died because of the attack of the Shura Demon Sword on my behalf.

But I was lucky enough to be spared by Tang San because my divine throne was broken, and I survived. However, my strength dropped to level 89 and I could never recover.

The injuries and the shattered throne meant that although I was still alive, I didn’t have much time left.

Finally, before I died, I built two coffins for myself and my mother.

After asking Hu Liena to help with the burial, I was buried together with my mother.

I originally thought that everything would completely disappear after death.

But I didn't expect that my broken throne protected my soul at the last moment.

Although my soul survives in the divine throne, I don't want this to happen.

The angel throne was broken because of me, but in the end it was it that protected my soul.

So in order to atone my sins, I began to use my soul as a thread to pull the angel throne and carefully repair the damage to the angel throne.

After all, as a former angel god, my soul is highly compatible with the angel god position.

I don’t know how long I spent on the repairs, but I finally completed the restoration of the Angel Throne not long ago.”

Qian Renxue's lips curled up slightly as she spoke, as if she had accomplished something particularly worthy of pride.

At the same time, he put his hands on the door of the worship hall and pushed it hard, opening it directly, and then walked in without hesitation.

Watching Qian Renxue disappear after entering the worship hall, Wang Xian'er gritted her teeth and followed her in.

(End of this chapter)