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

When she got home, Qian Xingning closed the door and lay down on a deck chair in the yard.

The bamboo chair is quite old; it creaks when you move it.

But he didn't care, and just lay there looking up at the sky.

As time passed, a few birds would occasionally fly across the gray-blue sky and then quickly disappear from sight.

How long has he been here?

Can not remember.

One generation grows up, another grows old, and another goes out to explore the world, only to return here scarred and broken, returning to their roots.

Spring goes and autumn comes, year after year.

He hadn't been home for a long time.

only……

Is he able to go back...?

That awakening ceremony was the beginning of his glory.

It was also the beginning of his suffering.

Even after so many years, he still remembers that day when everyone was happy for him.

Grandpa's tears, Father's proud expression, Mother's reddened eyes, the elders' astonishment, the entire Spirit Hall's congratulations...

He remembered every detail clearly, as if it were engraved in his bones. No matter how hard he tried not to think about it, he could never forget it.

But the revelry didn't last long.

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"Your Highness, please don't be nervous," the Platinum Bishop said with a smile. "Your talent is evident to all."

Qian Xingning smiled and nodded, then placed her hand on the soul-testing crystal ball.

As everyone watched with tense anticipation, time ticked by—but there was no response.

The soul-testing crystal ball remained silent, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Seeing this, the Platinum Bishop's smile froze on his face, and he quickly said, "Your Highness, please forgive me, but... it may be a problem with the crystal ball. I will replace it immediately."

Soon, the Platinum Bishop brought over a new crystal ball.

But unexpectedly, there was still no response.

The third one.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

Every single crystal ball is the same, without exception.

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Clearly, there was nothing wrong with the crystal ball; Qian Xingning simply lacked soul power.

Much later, he came into contact with the statue of the angel god by chance and felt the same aura within it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him.

In the following months, Qianxing Ning devoted himself to the Spirit Hall's archives, searching through all the records from the past thousand years before finally understanding the situation.

He was actually a deity?

Do not......

That's not entirely accurate. It should be said that he only possessed divine status, and could not be considered a proper deity.

But why?

According to records, to become a god, one must break through the hundredth level of soul power, and there are two known ways to do so.

Firstly, and most simply, one must possess exceptional talent to gain the favor of the gods and receive their inheritance.

Secondly, one can gain followers, acquire the power of faith, and become a god by relying on the power of faith.

However, Qianxing Ning felt that there should be a third, and the most difficult, way... to rely solely on one's own strength to overcome the insurmountable barrier and break through to level 100 to become a god.

But what's going on with him? Could it be a blessing from the ancestral gods?

But why give him such talent?

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In the end, after thinking about it for a long time, Qian Xingning decided to leave.

He stood on the back mountain of the Spirit Hall, carrying a small bundle on his back.

There were only a few changes of clothes and some gold soul coins inside.

As for the rest, they were all left in the Spirit Hall.

but……

Qian Xingning glanced back at the direction of the Spirit Hall, then looked somewhat disappointed, yet also somewhat expectant.

Grandpa won't come to see him off.

After all, the lifespan of a peerless Douluo is so long that ordinary people cannot even imagine it—hundreds of years, or even longer.

Perhaps, after feeling a little regret for himself, he will go on to raise the next generation of the angel race.

As for the mother...

Thinking of her, Qian Xingning paused in her steps.

Mother will be sad...she'll cry...

But he couldn't stay.

Staying would only cause the mother more pain... watching her son being pointed at and gossiped about in the Spirit Hall every day, turning from a "prodigy" into a "laughable" person.

He's gone. My mother might be sad for a while, but that's better than being sad for a lifetime.

The young master of the Spirit Hall cannot be a useless person without soul power, even if he has awakened a six-winged angel.

On this continent, strength is everything.

Without strength, even the noblest martial spirit and identity are nothing but an empty shell.

Moreover, even if he possesses divine status, he is essentially still an ordinary person who is subject to birth, aging, sickness, and death.

Decades have passed in the blink of an eye, leaving behind nothing but sorrow.

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As my thoughts drifted back, the bamboo chair in the courtyard was still swaying.

Squeak~ Squeak~

Qian Xingning opened her eyes and looked at the gray-blue sky above her.

After that, my father and grandfather tried many methods and used countless rare and precious materials.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and each attempt ended in failure.

Sigh, he's really special. He wasted so many resources, yet he still only has a divine status but no soul power or divine power. He can't do anything and is just like a piece of trash.

As for mental strength... perhaps I do.

Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, all powerful Soul Masters are able to mobilize their spiritual power because their own Soul Power is strong enough.

But I don't even have a trace of soul power, so how can I comprehend spiritual power?

As for techniques for cultivating mental strength... Grandpa has thought about them too.

However... even after searching the entire Douluo Continent, they found nothing.

Therefore, this divine status became a useless thing.

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The next day, before dawn, the village entrance was already crowded with people.

When Qian Xingning walked out of the courtyard with her bundle, she immediately saw a large group of people crowded under the old locust tree at the village entrance.

The young help the old, mothers hold their children, and fathers lead their young sons.

Some people were wiping away tears, some had red eyes and didn't speak, and some were holding various things.

Dry food, pickles, clothes...

He paused for a moment, staring blankly at the people in front of him.

how many years.

When I left home, I thought I only had a few decades left.

But in the blink of an eye, watching this locust tree grow from a seedling to the lush, sun-shading tree it is today, watching the dirt road at the entrance of the village be tamped and renovated by the footsteps of generation after generation, these faces have come and gone, and new ones have come after they have gone.

He recognizes everyone standing here now.

It's truly heartbreaking to witness everyone grow from their first words to their frail old age...

"Did you all know I was leaving?"

No one answered.

Qian Xingning smiled and slowly walked over, her gaze sweeping across each face.

The old man at the front still remembers her with pigtails and chasing butterflies across the paddy field.

But it seemed like only a moment had passed before her hair turned completely white and her back became hunched.

The burly man standing next to her was a mischievous fellow back in the day, skilled at climbing trees and stealing bird eggs.

Now, he is the best carpenter in the village, and he has not only married a wife but also has three children.

And then there were the younger people behind him, who were now almost taller than him, with green stubble on their chins, standing in the crowd with red eyes.

One generation after another, and another generation after that.

Just then, tears finally fell from someone's eyes in the crowd.

"Lord Xingning——"

The elderly man at the front took a shaky step forward, his lips trembling as he asked, "You...you're leaving, will you ever come back?"