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

The next moment, the world spun around them.

When Qian Xingning opened her eyes again, she had already returned to the Douluo Palace.

"Although you no longer possess divine power, you can now sense soul power again."

"Embrace the world anew, and experience it from a completely different perspective."

Before Qian Xingning could speak, the golden light on the angel statue gradually faded away.

"..."

Qian Xingning knew that the Divine Ancestor was avoiding the question about Qian Daoliu.

However, when he came into contact with divine power in the Angel Space just now, he also realized how far the boundary between gods and humans is.

Given the current state of the Divine Ancestor, if Qian Daoliu does not make a sacrifice, she is simply unable to complete the inheritance on her own.

Is this... a dead end...?

Just then, Qian Xingning was slightly taken aback, suddenly sensing something.

This is?

His gaze suddenly sharpened, and he raised his hand, his usual gentleness receding like the tide.

In the next instant, golden divine power condensed from Qian Xingning's fingertips and then poured into the angel statue.

The Asura God can strip away his divine power, but he cannot strip away the divine power of a legitimate deity who holds a divine position.

After all, while the laws of the divine realm would restrict him, they would also restrict the Asura God himself.

After a while, as the last wisp of divine power disappeared into the angel statue, Qian Xingning's body swayed slightly.

He returned to his previous state of being completely powerless.

However… Qianxing Ning looked down at her hands.

Although he lost his divine power, thanks to the privileges granted to him by the Douluo Continent, he can still use flight and teleportation.

That's good. In this way, no one below the god level can catch up with him.

Moreover, it seems that after his transformation, he can now sense soul power?

Although it requires absorbing everything from scratch, it's still better than nothing.

As for... well...

Qian Xingning looked at the angel statue and smiled slightly.

He wanted to see how the Asura God could withstand the pressure from the laws of the divine realm and the gods of the divine realm and strip away the power from the angel's divine position.

After doing all this, Qian Xingning walked down from the high platform and down a long corridor.

At the end of the corridor was a very large room.

The light dimmed, and the atmosphere became solemn.

On the huge white stone tablet in the very center, the four characters "Eternal Spirits" are clearly visible in the golden light of the eternal lamp.

Around the stone tablet, lamps burned silently.

Qian Xingning did not linger in front of the stone tablet, but stepped into the deeper part.

On both sides of the long passageway are individual tomb chambers.

Each tomb chamber door is inscribed with a name, along with the birth and death dates and titles.

The life story of the deceased was recorded on the walls inside the tomb.

Although not all Title Douluo are willing to have their remains or belongings buried in the Douluo Palace after death.

However, out of respect, the Spirit Hall will still prepare a coffin for him.

Now, ten thousand years have passed, and the Douluo Palace must have hundreds or even thousands of soul bones alone.

Of course, no one dared to covet the soul bones here.

Even if they manage to avoid being discovered and killed on the spot by the Spirit Hall through special means, they will still be wanted throughout the continent and ultimately die without a burial place.

"If you could live, or ascend to godhood, you wouldn't want to be buried in this so-called holy land, would you..."

"I have been to the Douluo Palace twice in my life."

"The first time was when I was a child and I broke the rules and came to the statue of the angel to ask the angel a question."

"The second time, it became a memorial service..."

Before long, Qian Xingning stopped in front of a tomb chamber.

He raised his head and looked sadly at the name engraved on the door—Han Qingyun, a level 98 peak Douluo, titled Yunlan, born in… died in…

After looking at it for a long time, he took out the offerings from his storage ring and placed them one by one in front of the tomb entrance.

A few plates of snacks, a bottle of red wine, and a bouquet of white flowers.

After arranging the offerings, he took a step back and knelt down on both knees.

He touched his forehead to the ground and kowtowed.

Qian Xingning straightened up and kowtowed again.

Two kowtows.

Three kowtows...

After completing the full sacrificial ceremony, his forehead pressed against the cold stone slab, he whispered:

"Mother, I'm home."

"Over the years, I have lived alone and experienced a lot, and I have also learned a lot."

"Not only that, I have survived many, many times from the hands of evil soul masters and eliminated them, ridding the people of this scourge."

"I guess this is what you mean by growing up? I'm an adult now."

"If you could see this from heaven, you would be happy."

"They'll probably be happy..."

"..."

"I'm sorry, I acted rashly back then and left the Spirit Hall."

"At the time, I thought that my life was only a few decades long, and for you, leaving behind would only add to your sorrow."

At this point, Qian Xingning's voice became hoarse, and she said with great sorrow, "I never imagined that this farewell... would be our final goodbye."

"I am still alive, but you have already left..."

"This isn't what I expected... Why did you leave first...?"

Why...?

"It shouldn't be like this..."

The light of the ever-burning lamp fell on Qian Xingning, casting his lonely shadow on the stone wall behind him.

……

Qian Yuhan floated in a void, looking through layers of space at the child kneeling in front of the tomb.

After a long silence, she sighed at the ball of light beside her, "Throughout my life, I have followed my heart and never regretted or done anything against my conscience."

"But now I feel somewhat sorry for this child."

Upon hearing this, the ball of light beside them simply floated silently, without making a sound.

The gazes of the two figures pierced through the space and landed on the back of the person kneeling in front of the tomb.

"According to that child's wishes, he actually just wanted to be an ordinary person."

"He wanted to enjoy the warmth of family, the friendship of friends, or love, just like other children."

"But in the blink of an eye, more than three hundred years have passed." Qian Yuhan lowered his eyes: "The time it takes for one ordinary person to live a lifetime has passed, yet he still has nothing."

"I lost my parents and family, and I also lost my childhood playmates."

Upon hearing this, the ball of light was taken aback and asked in confusion, "But now, haven't those shackles that once bound him disappeared?"

"In the future, he can get whatever he wants, and he can strive for it himself. Isn't that good?"

He didn't understand. Compared to the long and infinite time to come, weren't these three hundred years just a fleeting moment for Qian Xingning?

Why do we still need to do this?

Qian Yuhan looked at the ball of light beside her and gently shook her head: "You don't understand human emotions."

"That feeling from childhood is something that can never be made up for or replaced in a lifetime."

"People grow up, and as their mindset matures, it becomes difficult to completely open up to others."

"We've watched that child for so many years, and he's encountered countless people of all kinds."

"But have you ever seen him have different feelings for any one person?"

"Even the kid who's with him now is just a junior to him, not a friend."