Douluo Continent: After Ten Thousand Years of Silence, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 120 Qian Lin is not dead? The Six-Winged Angel of Light and Destruction! (Please continue reading!)
The realm of gods, the temple of angels.

The atmosphere here is sacred and tranquil, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere of the lower realm.

Qian Yuhan stood in the center of the temple, looking through the sky at everything that was happening in the lower realm.

When the deafening roar of the dragon echoed across the edge of the divine realm, Qian Yuhan's exquisite face did not show much surprise, but rather a deep sense of nostalgia and loss.

"This aura... has it finally become uncontrollable?"

Qian Yuhan sighed softly, her gaze softening, her thoughts seemingly drifting back to 'decades' ago.

At that time, she had not yet ascended to the God Realm and was still training on the Douluo Continent.

The owner of that dragon's roar was none other than her and Wei Yuan's child, Qianlin.

"Lin'er..."

Qian Yuhan murmured softly.

When she inherited the position of angel and ascended to the divine realm, she originally intended to take Qianlin with her.

He was appointed Chief Priest of the Temple of Angels, and granted eternal life.

But who would have thought that just as the divine light of ascension enveloped Qianlin, a sudden change occurred.

The pure, divine power of the angels unexpectedly stimulated the dormant paternal bloodline within Qian Lin.

That belonged to Wei Yuan, the domineering and unparalleled—the Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon Bloodline!
At that moment, holiness and destruction intertwined, and light and darkness collided.

Qian Yuhan was astonished to discover that the potential contained within her son was even more terrifying than that of herself, a first-level god!
That was a power powerful enough to break the rules and even touch the realm of a god-king!
In order to prevent the rules of the divine realm from binding his son's future, and also to give him the opportunity to strive for that supreme divine position.

Qian Yuhan made a painful decision.

She left Qianlin on Douluo Continent, letting him train alone to integrate the two completely opposite extreme powers within him.

However, the bloodline of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon was too domineering, making the fusion with the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul extremely difficult.

Qian Lin has wasted hundreds of years in the Douluo Continent, and his cultivation has already reached the level of a demigod at level ninety-nine, just one step away from becoming a god.

But they were never able to take that final step.

In the end, a disheartened Qianlin made his choice.

He returned to Wuhun City, the place where his mother had become a god.

They used the angel statue inside the Douluo Palace, which had gathered the faith power of countless believers, as a medium.

Qianlin sealed himself within it, using the power of faith to harmonize the dragon blood and divine power within his body, and fell into a long slumber.

Waiting for the day when it breaks free from its cocoon, transforms into a butterfly, and soars into the sky.

"I originally thought it would take you a thousand years to fully awaken."

Qian Yuhan looked at Huo Yuhao in the celestial display, who was speaking eloquently and predicting the demise of the angel race, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes:
"Unexpectedly, the appearance of this sky and the so-called 'tragic future' have prematurely awakened the violence in your heart."

"Indeed... As Wei Yuan's son, how could he possibly sit still when he heard that his descendant would be dethroned and even his home stolen?"

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The lower realm, Martial Soul City, Douluo Palace.

"Click - click -"

The teeth-grinding cracking sounds grew more and more frequent.

Under that terrifying dragon's might, Qian Daoliu was forced to kneel on the ground, unable to even lift his head.

Qian Daoliu stared in horror at the statue that represented his family's faith, which was now crumbling into pieces like porcelain.

"No...unbelievable..."

"The idol...it's alive?!"

Under Qian Daoliu's trembling gaze, the gold layer on the surface of the statue completely exploded!

boom--! ! !
A dark purple beam of light shot into the sky, instantly piercing the dome of the Douluo Palace and soaring into the clouds!
Within that pillar of light, there were neither holy angels nor ferocious dragons. There was only a tall, slender man with a bare upper body and long, flowing hair.

He hovered in mid-air with his eyes closed.

His left side was covered with pure white, jade-like feather patterns, radiating a sacred glow;
His right side was covered with dark purple dragon scales, each burning with destructive flames, making him look ferocious and domineering.

Behind him, six enormous wings slowly unfurled.

The three wings on the left are pure white and surrounded by holy light.

The three wings on the right were purple-gold bone wings, exuding a majestic dragon aura!

Finally, the man slowly opened his eyes.

The left eye is golden yellow, and the right eye has a purple-gold vertical pupil!
An ancient aura from hundreds of years ago instantly swept through the entire venue.

Qianlin!

This demigod ancestor, who had been sleeping in the statue for hundreds of years, has finally awakened!

He didn't look at Qian Daoliu at his feet, nor at Qian Renxue who was on the verge of martial soul mutation beside him.

Instead, he slightly raised his head, his heterochromatic pupils fixed on Huo Yuhao, who was boasting about Tang San's achievements, and Tang San, who looked smug.

Qian Lin cracked his neck, making a series of crisp "crack" sounds, and a smile, identical to Wei Yuan's, filled with wickedness and arrogance, curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Ten thousand years later?"

"Tang San?"
Poseidon?

Asura God?

"Kill my descendants?"
"Shatter my angelic throne?"

Qian Lin's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, resounding throughout the entire Spirit City, and even reaching the ears of the Shrek Academy students through some kind of connection to the sky:

"I just took a nap, and now all the younger generation is this arrogant?"

"In that case..."

Qian Lin clenched his right hand in the air, and a dark purple spear, wrapped with dragon souls, appeared out of thin air.

Qian Lin pointed at the sky, his killing intent boiling:
"Then I'll emerge from seclusion today, first slaughter you in your present state, then go to the future and destroy your divine position!"

"I'd like to see who dares to lay a hand on the Qian family!"

Qian Daoliu knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the half-god, half-demon man in mid-air, whose aura was overwhelming.

Did this... spring from a statue?

Moreover, judging from this posture, it not only possesses the sacred aura of the angel race, but its terrifying dragon might is also unprecedented.

More importantly, the other party kept referring to "the people of the Qian family" and "my descendants".

This generational gap... is probably incredibly high!
Seeing that the man was full of murderous intent, it seemed that he was about to rush out of the Douluo Palace and directly attack the Sky Curtain or Shrek Academy at any moment.

Qian Daoliu was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

Although we don't know just how powerful this ancestor was, the sky was so strange and unpredictable that even the divine realm couldn't interfere.

If they act rashly and violate any taboos, wouldn't that only make matters worse for the Spirit Hall?
"Ancestor! Wait! Wait a minute!"

Qian Daoliu disregarded the dignity of the strong and rushed forward, shouting loudly.

Qianlin paused mid-air.

He slowly lowered his head, his heterochromatic eyes coldly scanning Qian Daoliu.

Those gazes were almost tangible, like two sharp swords piercing straight into the depths of Qian Daoliu's soul.

(End of this chapter)