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

(This chapter is for updating the setting; an extra chapter will be updated on the 11th.)

After catching up with Qian Daoliu for a while, Qian Xingning walked out of the Offering Hall alone.

He didn't have anyone follow him; he just walked slowly along the corridor, climbing up one stone step after another.

He walked for a long time before stopping and looking up.

Douluo Palace.

This place can only be entered after a Title Douluo dies.

It is also the most noble and sacred place in the entire Douluo Continent.

My grandfather, father, and mother are buried here.

Qian Xingning remained silent for a moment, then slowly pushed open the door.

The hall was spacious and quiet.

Beneath that enormous angel statue, lamps burned silently in eternal flame.

……

"Boom—"

As the gate closed, only Qian Xingning remained in the vast Douluo Hall.

He looked at the angel statue and asked in a low voice, "Ancestor God, do you believe that 'fate' truly exists in this world?"

"If such a thing exists, then who weaves this so-called 'fate'? Is it a noble deity like yourself, or the world itself?"

If he is a god, then why treat him this way...?

Actually, long after Qian Xingning left the Spirit Hall, he encountered an evil spirit master once.

That time, it was very dangerous... but not really.

……

That year, Qian Xingning had only been in the village for a short time.

An evil soul master who cultivated through human blood broke into the village.

He was chopping wood in the yard at the time. The axe rose and fell, and the wood split in the middle with a crisp sound.

Suddenly, a scream came from afar, and then the calm water surface seemed to be hit by a huge rock, and the sound began to spread wildly in all directions.

"What happened?"

Qian Xingning was startled, subconsciously took down the axe, and turned to run towards the source of the sound.

The village entrance was in complete chaos, with villagers scattering and fleeing, and a stench permeating the air.

That smell... Qian Xingning was no stranger to it, the evil soul master.

He had encountered several evil soul masters when he was in the Spirit Hall.

That stench that rots from the very core is something you'll never forget once you've smelled it.

The evil soul master stood at the village entrance, wearing a tattered black robe, his hair greasy and plastered to his scalp.

Beneath his feet, six spirit rings—white, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and purple—signified his identity as a Spirit Emperor.

The next second, Qian Xingning was stunned. That beast was actually holding a little girl in his hand.

Before he could make a move, the evil soul master lowered his head and bit the little girl's neck hard.

"Click—"

The little girl's body convulsed suddenly, then quickly deflated.

In just a few breaths, that small body became a dried-up corpse.

"Hahahaha—!"

The evil soul master casually tossed aside the corpse in his hand, opened his arms, and laughed loudly.

"Give me more blood, and I'm sure I can break through again!"

He suddenly lowered his head, his red eyes sweeping over the fleeing villagers: "Hahahaha! What talent! I don't believe it!"

"As long as I devour you all! I'll definitely break through to Soul Saint! Given time, becoming a Title Douluo isn't impossible! Hahahaha!"

This was the first time in Qian Xingning's life that she had directly faced an evil Soul Master.

Those who were once in the Spirit Hall had their cultivation destroyed and were imprisoned, completely different from this beast in front of them.

Qian Xingning knew very well that she couldn't beat this person.

Six spirit rings, a spirit emperor, and he had no spirit power; charging in would be no different from suicide.

Can……

But what if he doesn't participate? Are they just going to watch this beast wreak havoc in the village, sucking the villagers dry one by one until they're dried up?

Even if he escapes today, will he still be able to close his eyes in the dead of night?

The answer is no.

As a descendant of the angel race, he could not stand idly by.

Thinking of this, Qian Xingning gripped the axe in her hand tightly.

If he can hold out for just one more moment, more villagers will be able to escape.

"How dare you, you damned evil soul master! Who gave you the audacity to trample on life?!"

Upon hearing this, the evil soul master's laughter abruptly stopped.

He turned his head, his red eyes looking at the source of the sound, and instantly smiled.

It turns out he's just an arrogant brat who thinks he can stop me with a wood-chopping axe in his hand?

Tsk, not bad looking... Hehehe.

"Oh~ Such a cute little brat, are you planning to stop me?"

"How are you going to stop me? With your body? Hahahaha!"

"act recklessly!"

As he spoke, his voice suddenly turned incredibly angry: "Hahahaha! But I hate beautiful people the most!"

The laughter abruptly stopped, the evil soul master's face twisted, and a crazed light burst forth from his red eyes.

"Prepare to die!"

He raised his hand, and the sixth spirit ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

In an instant, crimson blood energy surged from his body, churning in mid-air and erupting into a piercing scream.

In a short while, the blood energy gathered more and more, condensed and grew larger, and finally condensed into a giant ghost hand in mid-air.

The ghostly hand was as big as half a room, with its five fingers spread out, its nails as black as ink, and each finger covered with patterns that looked like blood vessels.

"Kid! Did you see that? This is what happens when you're courting death!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Xingning raised her head and watched as the sky-covering ghostly hand slowly tightened above her head.

"Heh, so you only dare to sneak into places like this? Are you afraid of being wiped out by the Spirit Hall if you go anywhere else?"

"No wonder you're stuck at the Soul Emperor level, unable to make any progress. You worthless piece of trash who can't even see the light of day!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qian Xingning picked up her axe and charged forward.

Seeing this, the evil spirit master scoffed disdainfully: "Stubborn brat, do you think you can achieve miracles through persistence?"

He raised his hand, fingers spread, and the enormous ghostly claw slammed down with his movement.

"boom--!!!"

"What?!"

Just then, something unexpected happened.

The moment the ghost claw struck, crimson blood energy engulfed Qian Xingning's figure.

Heh heh heh, kid, don't ever get ahead in your next life.

But before the evil soul master could even laugh, the expression on his face changed from smugness to terror.

How is that possible?! How could a mere piece of trash without any soul power...?

Instead of crushing Qian Xingning, the blood energy rebounded back as energy several times stronger than before!

"What?!"

"What is this?! No! No! Ah!!!"

"boom--!"

With a loud thud, the evil soul master's body flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground and sliding several feet, leaving a long trail of blood.

His limbs were twisted at an unnatural angle, his bones were broken, and his martial spirit and spirit rings shattered in the rebound.

How... is that possible...?

"Why... am I not reconciled...?"

The evil soul master lay on the ground, his eyes still open, but the red light in his pupils had completely gone out.