Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 107 Conversation with Qian Renxue, Ten Thousand Years of Experience (Part Two)

Harosa pondered for a moment before replying, "Those who possess the Holy Angel Martial Soul are occasionally heard of, but they seem to be no longer the mainstream. There are relatively more possessors of other branches of the Angel Martial Soul. In this world, there is a powerful individual who possesses the 'Praying Angel' Martial Soul, named Ya Li, who is the Vice Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion at Shrek Academy, and whose strength has reached the quasi-god realm."

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sharpening as he looked directly at Qian Renxue. "As for the possessor of the 'Fallen Angel' martial soul—I only know of one at the moment. It was through the dimensional portal she opened that I was able to arrive here." His tone carried a clear implication, his gaze fixed on Qian Renxue, awaiting her explanation.

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's tense expression seemed to finally relax a little. Knowing that the angelic bloodline still existed, especially that there was a quasi-god-level angel of prayer, was a great comfort to her. She picked up her teacup, and the slight whiteness on her fingertips finally faded.

"Fallen Angel Martial Soul—" Qian Renxue spoke slowly, her voice carrying a timeless and heavy quality, "not my doing."

She put down her teacup, her gaze falling on the angelic sword that floated silently above the altar, radiating a divine light, as if lost in a distant memory:

"It's a long story. During the Battle of Jialing Pass, I was defeated by the Sea God Tang San, and my position as an angel was completely shattered." Her voice remained calm, but beneath that calm lay deep-seated pain and humiliation. Only she knew what she had gone through during that time.

"The sea god spared my life out of consideration for our past relationship." She cleverly avoided words like "forgive" or "let me go," using the more neutral and proud phrases "out of consideration for our past relationship" and "spare my life."

"However, without the protection of the gods, the Angel Clan became the target of everyone's hatred on the Douluo Continent." Qian Renxue's voice carried a hint of coldness. "The bloodline of the gods is something everyone fears. Men are either slaughtered or imprisoned, becoming test subjects; women—even more so, are not spared, being regarded as tools to continue the bloodline." Her words remained restrained, but the words "test subjects" and "tools" were enough to depict the cruel purge and plunder that the Angel Clan suffered after their defeat in the God War. The devastation of that catastrophe needs no further embellishment.

"The mainland—there is no place left for the Angel Family." Qian Renxue's tone was resolute. "I, as the only remaining possessor of divine blood, led the last group of loyal clansmen on a journey of escape. We hid here and there, like rats in a gutter, avoiding the pursuit and greedy gazes from all directions. In the end—we escaped to the ruins of the former Killing Capital."

"That place was utterly destroyed because of the Sea God. The aura of evil and chaos lingered, and the spatial structure became extremely fragile, riddled with enormous spatial rifts." A glimmer of reminiscence flashed in Qian Renxue's heterochromatic eyes. "It was there that I clearly sensed a chaotic yet powerful aura from another world! That aura was full of danger, yet it also contained a glimmer of hope!"

"With no other options, I made a decision," Qian Renxue's voice was resolute. "I led all my people and resolutely stepped into that unknown spatial rift!"

Her voice lowered, filled with deep sorrow: "The turbulence in the spatial rift is violent and deadly. Apart from me, who barely managed to hold on with my remaining divine power, all the rest of my people—all of them—died on that road to the other world." The temple seemed to echo with the desperate cries and vanished figures of my people in the spatial turbulence.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes, then opened them a moment later, her deep blue eyes filled with an unyielding sorrow. "In the end, only I remained, wounded and nearly exhausted—arriving in this—alternate dimension called 'Demon'."

"When I first arrived here, the Demon Plane was in chaos. War and slaughter were the eternal themes, and the law of the jungle was the only rule." Qian Lixue's voice turned cold again, carrying a sense of detachment that belonged to a god. "Perhaps it was the guidance of the angelic ancestral god, or perhaps it was my unwillingness to sink into this state, that led me to spend nearly a thousand years, with the remaining power of light and wisdom, to end the chaos that had lasted for countless years and bring order to this scorched land."

"The people of the Demon Realm revere me—the one who will end the war and bring peace and order—as a god." A barely perceptible, complex smile appeared on Qian Renxue's lips. "They contributed—a vast, boundless power of faith. Driven by this immense and pure faith, I rekindled the divine fire! I reshaped my divinity!"

Her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible arrogance: "The loss and recovery have deepened my understanding of the sacred laws of light. Moreover, in the process of establishing order and untangling chaos, I unexpectedly touched the threshold of a higher level of 'laws of order'! My power far surpasses what it was before my divine position shattered! And the angelic sword that lost its divine power with my shattered divine position has undergone its ultimate transformation under the baptism of this new divine essence and laws, becoming—the supreme artifact before you, the Angelic Holy Sword, imbued with the divine power of order!"

Qian Renxue's gaze returned to the sacred sword, tinged with a touch of wistful tenderness, but that tenderness was quickly replaced by a deeper gloom:

"At that time, I was full of hope, thinking that with this greater power and the super artifact, I would be able to return to Douluo Continent, restore the glory of the angels, and wash away the shame of the past—. However—." Her voice suddenly turned cold, filled with deep hatred and a hint of self-mockery.

"I was so naive! I fell for the trap set by the very will of the demonic plane!"

She raised her head, her eyes, once filled with the ocean and gold, now held only a cold, sharp edge as she stared directly at Harosa:

"My breakthrough, my ascension to godhood, while restoring my power, also acted as a key, completely unlocking the path to a higher level within the demonic plane—" 'the path to godhood!' Her voice was as cold as ice. "In other words, my existence, my laws..."

They forcibly elevated the status of the Demon Realm! Transforming it from a chaotic secondary realm into a nascent, though still weak, divine realm possessing the foundation to bear god-level power and the conditions for the birth of native gods!

Harosa felt a surge of emotion. How similar this was to his experience of creating the Realm of Rebirth! He had used his own divine position as a foundation to elevate the Skull World into the Realm of Rebirth.

Qian Renxue reclaimed her divine position in the Demon Plane, and her laws and power forcibly elevated the level of the entire plane! As a result, the Demon Plane possessed "divine soil," which could nurture native "gods" like the Lava Blade Demon and the Shadow Assassin Demon, who, although without divine positions, possessed god-level combat power and were even exceptionally powerful due to the characteristics of the demon race!

This is the origin of the Demon God's birth! It is also the starting point for Qian Renxue's glorious return plan to ultimately spiral out of control and fall into the abyss of depravity!

However, Harosa felt there must be other reasons. Otherwise, according to Qian Renxue herself, her strength was even greater than before, and she also had the super artifact Angelic Holy Sword. Wouldn't it be easy for her to suppress a group of demon gods?

Qian Renxue's next words confirmed Harosa's guess.