Douluo Continent: A hundred years pass in an instant, the fleeting scenery of the world is like morn

Douluo Continent.

Heavenly Dou Empire.

In a small village.

It was just past noon, and the warm sunlight shone on the earth.

The boy sat by the river, leaning against a big tree.

The reflection on the lake mirrored his refined and otherworldly face.

"Lord Xingning, are you resting here again?"

Just then, an elderly woman with white hair passed by and greeted the boy kindly.

The boy's name was Qian Xingning, and he came from the Spirit Hall.

He turned his head and saw that the old woman was carrying a vegetable basket, so he got up and went over to her, saying, "I'll do it."

Qian Xingning took the vegetable basket from the old woman.

"Oh dear, this won't do, you..."

But before she could finish speaking, Qian Xingning smiled and shook her head: "It's alright, leave it to me."

Seeing this, the old woman had no choice but to let go: "Then I'll have to trouble Lord Xingning."

On ordinary days, Qian Xingning would lend a helping hand to anyone in need.

Over the years, even though his status has prevented it, he has become family to everyone here.

Unfortunately...

On the way back, the old woman suddenly asked Qian Xingning, "Lady Xingning, are you... are you still feeling this way...?"

Upon hearing this, the boy remained silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, as always."

As she spoke, Qian Xingning's thoughts drifted back to that time...

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The magic array patterns flowed slowly around Qian Xingning's feet, and dazzling golden-white light surged out from the awakening magic array beneath her feet, illuminating the entire Awakening Hall as if it were daytime.

He subconsciously looked down at his hands.

The knuckles are slender, and you can even see the fine bluish veins underneath.

...Was it when I was a child?

As this realization exploded in my mind, the surrounding sounds surged in like a tidal wave.

"Hey, do you think Prince Xingning's martial spirit is the strongest our Spirit Hall has had in the last hundred years?"

"Of course! This is His Holiness the Pope's bloodline!"

"Shh—the Grand Master is here."

Whispers came from all directions, but each voice carried a sense of anticipation.

Qian Xingning raised her head and looked at the dense crowd outside the magic circle.

At the very front, the former Grand Elder sat in the main seat. Even though he deliberately restrained his aura as a level 99 Title Douluo, it still caused the surrounding air to distort slightly.

He wore a long golden robe, his golden hair was tied up, and his face was stern.

But if you pay attention, you'll notice that his eyes, as he looks at the child in the magic circle, are filled with the same anticipation as everyone else's.

grandfather......

Qian Xingning remembers that look.

Although he never saw him again for many years afterward.

"Ning'er, don't be nervous." Just then, a gentle voice came from the side.

Qian Xingning turned her head slightly and saw her mother standing at the edge of the magic circle, her hands clasped in front of her chest.

Her well-maintained face showed barely concealed nervousness, yet also a hint of pride.

After all, her son is about to awaken his martial spirit today.

A direct descendant of the Angel Clan of the Spirit Hall, a six-winged angel!

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Soon, the awakening ceremony began.

The Platinum Bishop, who presided over the ceremony, took a deep breath and held up the Awakening Stone with both hands.

"Buzz—"

In an instant, the magic array suddenly lit up.

At the same time, Qian Xingning's body also lit up.

Unlike the faint glow when a martial soul is possessed, this person was radiating light from head to toe.

Golden light emanated from his chest, penetrating his clothes and skin, illuminating his small body like a sun.

"This is--"

But no one noticed that from the moment the golden light shone, the High Priest's body began to tremble slightly.

He sensed something within that golden light.

Others only see the dazzling light, and are awestruck by its purity and sanctity.

But in his eyes, it was a completely different story.

He was all too familiar with that aura...

That was the aura of an angel.

No...not just angels.

That was—the breath of God.

Could it be... that Ning'er is the hope that the Spirit Hall has been waiting for for countless years?

Thinking of this, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Title Douluo, a man standing at the pinnacle of power on the entire continent, stood up and walked to the center of the hall, facing the angel statue.

Then, he knelt down.

His knees touched the ground, and his forehead struck the cold stone bricks with a dull thud.

"Ancestors above, angels and God appear."

For a moment, the hall fell silent.

In that instant, even the golden light seemed to freeze.

Immediately afterwards, everyone knelt down in unison.

The pope, the priests, the elders, the bishops knelt, and the guards knelt as well.

No one speaks.

Only the sound of foreheads touching the ground spread throughout the entire hall like a tide.

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After an unknown amount of time, the golden light began to recede, and all eyes returned to Qian Xingning.

Behind him, a phantom six-winged angel transformed into golden light and merged into his body.

Upon seeing this, a chorus of voices rose up like a tide.

"A six-winged angel...it really is a six-winged angel!"

"I have lived for sixty years, and this is the first time I have ever witnessed the awakening of a six-winged angel martial soul."

"Look at the wings on his back. Even the High Priest's Angelic Martial Soul doesn't have that kind of power..."

"Right, innate soul power!"

Just then, someone whispered in the crowd, "Quickly check how much innate soul power they have!"

This statement was like a fire, igniting everyone's curiosity.

Yes, the six-winged angel martial soul is already impressive enough, but what if innate soul power is also—

No one dared to think further.

The Platinum Bishop took a deep breath, steadied himself, and handed the crystal ball for testing soul power to Qian Xingning.

"Your Highness, please place your hand on the crystal ball."

Qian Xingning glanced at the crystal ball, then smiled and covered it with her small palm.

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My thoughts returned.

Qian Xingning stood silently at the alley entrance, and finally smiled helplessly.

The afternoon sun slanted down on him, casting a long shadow.

Time really flies... so many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The man who was once the center of attention has now become accustomed to living in this remote mountain village.

He shook his head and didn't think about it anymore.

"We're here, let's go in."

He turned around and handed the items over, then said to the old woman behind him, "It's been raining these past few days. Since your legs aren't good, you shouldn't go out."

The old woman took the items, her withered fingers clutching the corner of the cloth, but she didn't immediately turn around and go inside.

She looked at Qian Xingning and said, "Lord Xingning."

Upon hearing this, Qian Xingning, who was about to turn and leave, paused.

He turned around.

The old woman stood on the threshold, her back hunched, her cane trembling slightly, but her cloudy eyes were filled with heartache.

Lady Xingning has been here since she can remember.

I've always been there for them, protecting and supporting them.

I never imagined that so many years would have passed in the blink of an eye.

The leaves fell again and again, and even the Pope of the Spirit Hall changed.

She was already very old, but Lord Xingning was still as beautiful as when they first met.

If his body wasn't... sigh...

"Lord Xingning... I just want to say that no matter when, as long as you want, the road will always be under your feet."

"Please don't confine yourself to this small, isolated place just for our sake."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sounds of children playing came from afar, along with wisps of smoke drifting over on the wind.

Qian Xingning listened to her words, standing at the alley entrance, backlit, so her expression was not visible.

After a long silence, he simply said, "Go back," and turned to leave.

Behind him, the old man leaned against the door frame, watching his receding figure. His lips moved, but in the end he said nothing, only bowing deeply to Qian Xingning.