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

Several days later, the gates of the Douluo Palace slowly opened amidst a deep rumble.

For the past few days, Qian Daoliu had been anxiously waiting outside the door.

But as time passed and Qian Xingning remained silent, he even considered barging in.

Even if my great-uncle possessed divine power, his body was still within the realm of humanity, right? Since he was human, how could he possibly go without food for several days in a row?

As the place where the Angel God passed on his legacy, the Douluo Palace is surrounded by the divine power of the Angels, so even Qian Daoliu, the Palace Master of the Douluo Palace and the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, cannot see into it.

However, Qian Xingning had given orders before going in, so even though he was worried, he could only stay outside and guard the place unless it was a critical moment.

Upon seeing the door open, Qian Daoliu quickly straightened his robes and went to greet the person.

But when he saw the figure walking out from inside, he stopped abruptly, frozen in place.

Qian Xingning walked out of the Douluo Palace, the morning light falling on him and coating him with a light golden halo.

At first glance, his face looked more refined than before, and his facial features had become softer.

It's like... a master sculptor with unparalleled skill made the final touches on his original face, pushing the already near-perfect work to its ultimate perfection.

But what truly stunned Qian Daoliu was not his face, but his aura.

Previously, when Qian Daoliu, who was a demigod, faced this great-uncle, he was able to detect his physical condition because of his divine power.

But now, after just one visit to the Douluo Palace, Qian Xingning's aura has changed, becoming unfathomable.

When I probed with my spiritual power, I couldn't sense anything; it was like... nothingness.

"What's wrong?"

As Qian Xingning spoke, Qian Daoliu's thoughts were abruptly pulled back.

Realizing his rudeness, he quickly bowed and asked, "Grand Uncle, did your trip go smoothly?"

Qian Xingning nodded: "Yes, I saw the God Ancestor."

"From her, I learned everything that had happened to me, and now I can cultivate again."

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu was taken aback at first, then an uncontrollable look of joy appeared on his face.

What?! My great-uncle can actually cultivate?!

So the root of this problem that has remained unsolved for so many years lies within the Douluo Palace?

"Congratulations, Great-Grandfather! With your talent, if you can resume your cultivation, becoming a god is just around the corner!"

But Qian Daoliu failed to notice the fleeting sadness in Qian Xingning's eyes.

Qian Xingning sighed softly, raised his hand, and a small golden sword, no bigger than his index finger, appeared in his hand.

This was formed by him using the last bit of divine power he had left, mixed with the power of his origin. As long as he was on the Douluo Continent, it could withstand an attack from any god.

The calamity foreseen by the world's will, as spoken of by the Divine Ancestor, is also the calamity of his angelic race...

After all, the Angel race has protected the continent for thousands of years. If anyone wants to harm the Douluo Continent, the first thing they will have to face is the Spirit Hall.

His situation is special, an exception.

So, according to the original trajectory, the successor to the Angel God chosen by the God Ancestor is the current Qian Renxue.

In other words, the "fate" of the angel race, and the impending calamity, will befall her.

And Bibi Dong, I didn't see her when he came back. I heard she went out to hunt for spirit rings.

I'll find a chance to go to the Papal Palace later and see what's going on with this guy.

"Take your time, there's plenty of time, we don't need to rush."

"I will become a god."

But it won't be the God of Angels.

He handed the small sword to Qian Daoliu: "Give this to Xiaoxue when you have time."

Qian Daoliu took it with both hands and looked down at the small sword in his palm, which was formed from divine power.

"Don't tell her what it is, just tell her to carry it with her at all times and never let it leave her side."

Qian Daoliu carefully put the small sword into his sleeve: "Yes."

"By the way, the child you brought back, my nephew has already entrusted to Qianjun and Jiangmo for instruction."

"That kid has good talent, but his foundation is a bit weak. With proper guidance and training, he can achieve great things."

Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu felt increasingly helpless.

Recently, Bibi Dong has been planning to appoint her disciple Hu Liena as the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, and has even begun to make arrangements in secret.

That Hu Liena... sigh.

If Bibi Dong hadn't been made pope, none of this trouble would have happened.

"in addition……"

Qian Daoliu continued, but stopped midway through his sentence when he noticed Qian Xingning's expression.

Clearly, Qian Xingning wasn't listening to him at the moment; her gaze was fixed on the mountainside in the distance, her face full of confusion.

When did such a large palace appear on Martial Soul Sacred Mountain? Did he see it when he came back?

Could it be that I remembered it wrong?

Thinking of this, he seemed to realize something, glanced back at the Douluo Palace behind him, and then turned back.

What is that hall for? Its scale is almost comparable to the Douluo Hall?

Noticing Qian Xingning's confusion, Qian Daoliu followed his gaze and explained, "Grandfather, that was a residence built specifically for you."

"Of all the palaces in the Spirit Hall, there is no precedent for the Douluo Palace to be occupied, and the others are not worthy of your status, so my nephew has taken it upon himself to make the decision."

Upon hearing this, Qian Xingning was completely stunned and began to re-examine the palace in the distance.

No? This was fixed for him?

He wondered why he had never seen this palace before, and realized that he had rushed to build it during his few days in the Douluo Palace.

However, now that the capital has been built, it would seem petty of him to refuse again.

Qian Xingning sighed, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

"Since it's a gift for me, I'll go take a look."

Before Qian Daoliu could respond, six enormous, pure white wings suddenly unfurled behind Qian Xingning.

A golden halo emerged from behind him, slowly rotating, its faint glow spreading outwards.

To Qian Daoliu's astonishment, Qian Xingning lightly touched the ground with her toes, trailing a golden streak of light, and flew towards the palace halfway up the mountain.

Is that... the legendary divine halo behind my great-uncle? A divine halo that, according to records, can only be condensed by those who have become gods?

Could it be that in the Douluo Palace, the God Ancestor helped his great-uncle complete the final step, allowing him to truly inherit the divine position?

But that doesn't make sense either.

Firstly, he was still alive and had not been sacrificed.

Secondly, as the high priest of the Angel God, he was extremely familiar with the aura of angelic divine power.

Although his great-uncle possessed the aura of a god, it was not the angelic power he was familiar with.

He thought and thought, going through every piece of knowledge he could think of, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Qian Daoliu sighed, and six wings unfurled from his back as he chased after Qian Xingning.