Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 115 Angel Douluo, Qian Daoliu
"but……"

The helplessness in Qian Daoliu's eyes quickly vanished, replaced by a firmness and determination born of experience and a profound understanding of life and death.

"This was within our expectations."

He took a deep breath, his expression becoming extremely solemn, and a dazzling and holy light burst forth from his molten gold-like eyes, as if a raging holy flame was burning within them.

He no longer concealed himself; the immense aura of a level 99 Limit Douluo surged into the sky, briefly forcing back the extreme chill emanating from the Snow Empress.

His gaze was piercing, fixed firmly on the Snow Emperor, and his voice, like a resounding bell, carried a martyr-like solemnity:
"For our great cause, for the kingdom and future that the dead deserve..."

He bowed slightly, performing an ancient and solemn gesture.

"I, Qian Daoliu, the Angel Douluo, beg Xue Di—to die!"

To show his respect for this worthy opponent, the true master of this land, he revealed his long-forgotten title and real name.

Angel Douluo, Qian Daoliu!

The name struck Xue Di like a thunderbolt, exploding in her mind.

She lived for so long that among the so-called geniuses and strongmen of humanity, there were as many as carp crossing a river, and very few could leave a mark on her long life.

However, the level 99 Limit Douluo, the pinnacle of human soul masters, especially in that era ten thousand years ago, when the Spirit Hall dominated the continent and the glory of the Angel God still existed, was the so-called "Invincible in the Sky" Grand Elder of the Judgment, Qian Daoliu.

He absolutely deserves to be remembered by the Snow Emperor.

"Qian Daoliu?"

For the first time, a noticeable ripple appeared in Xue Di's icy blue eyes, a mixture of surprise and realization.

"Didn't you... perish ten thousand years ago?"

The doubt lasted only a moment before her brilliant mind immediately connected the clues.

"So...you are not human, but one of those...abnormal beings that have appeared and been resurrected in recent years?"

She used a question, but her tone was incredibly certain.

Even though she understood the other party's origins, Xue Di's heart was still filled with turmoil.

Qian Daoliu was a true powerhouse who stood at the pinnacle of the continent ten thousand years ago.

As the High Priest of the Angel God, during the era when the Spirit Hall still existed and the Angel God's position was intact, he was a genuine demigod who could use some of the Angel God's power.

Xue Di clearly remembered that in that era, even the proud Beast God Di Tian of the Star Dou Great Forest had to be cautious when facing Qian Daoliu, who could draw upon the power of angels, and it was hard to say that he would definitely win.

This is why, when the Spirit Hall was at its zenith ten thousand years ago, both the Star Dou Great Forest and their far north chose to remain silent and dormant, unlike their current active state.

The current prosperity of the Star Dou Great Forest is largely due to the fact that most of the ferocious beasts grew up gradually over the past ten thousand years after the destruction of the Spirit Hall and the Great War of the Three Gods, thanks to some kind of opportunity.

Therefore, when Xue Di confirmed that the person in front of her was Qian Daoliu, she felt not fear, but rather a strong sense of relief.

Fortunately, he had not been overconfident. The moment he sensed that the opponent's strength was unfathomable, he did not hesitate to activate the celestial phenomena and summon the power of the entire far north.

Although it is rumored that the position of the angel god was shattered ten thousand years ago, and Qian Daoliu should no longer be able to use the angel god's power, but... there is always a chance that something might happen.

When facing a former demigod, one can never be too cautious.

"very good."

The chill emanating from the Snow Emperor intensified once more, and the suspended ice crystal dust emitted an increasingly sharp buzzing sound.

"The being that can bring someone like you back to life and make you willingly submit to its commands must have grand ambitions. But if you want to take my life, Qian Daoliu... is not enough."

Xue Di's words clearly reached Qian Daoliu's ears. He understood that Xue Di regarded them as puppets and tools resurrected and driven by some behind-the-scenes mastermind.

A complex emotion, difficult to describe, flashed across the depths of his eyes.

Driven?

No, that's not the case.

At least for him, and for those of them who retained their complete memories and will, it was not a simple urge.

They themselves could not even know for sure where the great power that reversed life and death and reawakened them from the dust of history came from or what its purpose was.

That mysterious being seemed to be merely a detached observer, granting them a "second life" and then ceasing all interference.

But this is not important.

Qian Daoliu had no desire to explain, nor did he think it was necessary.

For those who have already crossed the line between life and death, the reasons for the process are far less important than the established facts.

Living a second life is an indisputable fact.

Regardless of the scheming behind this "gift," he was... grateful.

Yes, thank you.

Because of this second life, he was able to learn about the tragic end of the once glorious and prosperous Spirit Hall, which had carried his life's beliefs and efforts, after his "fall".

He learned how his granddaughter, Qian Renxue, on whom he had placed all his hopes and pride, died with resentment after her divine position was shattered.

He witnessed firsthand how the divine light of the angels, which once illuminated the continent and symbolized order and justice, was completely extinguished and reduced to ashes of history.

This truth has been burning in his soul day and night since his resurrection.

He, Qian Daoliu, dedicated his life to the Spirit Hall, devoutly believing in the God of Angels, and protecting the order and glory of the continent.

He once believed that the Spirit Hall's faith in the angels would be as eternal as the sun.

But reality dealt him the cruelest blow—his faith collapsed, his lineage was severed, his business was destroyed, and his bloodline was tarnished.

How could he not be furious? How could he accept this?!

This overwhelming rage and endless resentment transformed into his unwavering conviction and the coldest driving force the moment he was revived.

A world without the Spirit Hall and the Angel God is not the world he wants.

This world, which has lost its divine guidance and is mired in chaos and conflict, needs to be "corrected" and reshaped.

Therefore, after his resurrection, he put aside his former pride and principles as an elder of the Judgment and a Limit Douluo, and secretly gathered all the forces that had been revived by the "True Blood of Myriad Causes" and were willing to follow him.

Whether they were enemies from ten thousand years ago or strangers, as long as their goals are aligned, they can unite.

They put aside their past grievances and jointly established the "Hall of Rebirth".

They are no longer dust of history, but are returning from the land of death to create a new world that belongs to them, these "returnees," and that conforms to the ideal blueprint in their hearts.

The far north, with its vast resources, unique environment, and distance from the core areas of humanity, is the ideal starting point for establishing a "Kingdom of the Dead."

The Snow Emperor, the ruler of the far north, was the biggest obstacle they had to overcome in their plan.

(End of this chapter)