Douluo Continent: Reincarnated as Huo Gua, yet a Manjusaka Flower

Huo Yunxiao drew his sword, its crimson blade gleaming brightly in the darkness.

She rushed forward and placed her delicate hand on His chest.

Shi was sent flying by this palm strike.

Clearly, Huo Yunxiao did not intend to give Shi this opportunity.

She moved with light, graceful steps and appeared behind Shi.

He kicked Shi into the air.

Then, the abundant divine power transformed into a pillar of light, pressing Shi to the ground.

Step by step, they walked towards ghouls.

Then he trampled the ghoul's enormous body under his feet.

Then, reach out and touch the memories of eating.

After a long while, Huo Yunxiao withdrew his hand.

He spoke.

"The dragon-slaying youth has become the dragon himself; you are no longer that youth."

"You have killed many people and bear this sin. I will give you perfect release."

"Thank you, sir. I didn't know. At the time, I just wanted to survive, but I was gradually manipulated and turned into a monster that only knew how to devour everything."

"Pfft!"

Shiki faced his own end.

"May you be free from sorrow in your next life."

Huo Yunxiao snapped his fingers, and everything here was restored to its original state, life was reborn.

Then they left.

Suddenly, Huo Yunxiao seemed to sense something.

Arriving at an open space, in the center of which lay a strangely shaped egg, exuding an extraordinary aura.

The egg hovered in the center of the open space, not still, but slightly floating and rotating, surrounded by a hazy light of pale gold and dark purple. It was extremely gorgeous at first glance, yet it also carried a mysterious pressure that made people afraid to look directly at it.

The eggshell has a texture like warm, ancient jade, yet it also has a subtle, satin-like sheen. The base is a gradient of glass color, which fades from deep purple at the bottom to gold at the top, creating a beautiful and layered effect.

The intricate and complex ancient runes seem to be naturally engraved on it. The silver-white and red-gold interlaced patterns meander and spiral along the curve of the eggshell, forming a symmetrical yet mysterious magic array pattern. The runes sometimes flicker and sometimes glow, flowing with faint yet powerful energy fluctuations.

Fine dust of light swirled around the edge of the egg, and each rune that lit up emitted a faint halo, making the surrounding air even more tranquil and sacred, as if sealing ancient secrets or nurturing a being that transcends the mortal world.

"What is this?"

"Never mind, let's take it back and study it."

The figure disappeared from the scene.

…………

The next day, a blonde girl entered the city of Orostat.

Her long hair, as dazzling as the warm golden sun, flowed down smoothly, rippling with fine light as she walked.

Her flawless oval face was exquisitely beautiful, with a high and straight nose that outlined sharp facial lines. Her bright red lips contrasted sharply with her snow-white skin.

His brows and eyes were clear and sharp, and his bright golden pupils surged with the power of light, exuding an awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty like a celestial deity.

She was tall and slender, with graceful and neat lines on her shoulders and back. Her slender waist outlined a beautiful yet heroic figure. Her long and straight legs were well-proportioned and powerful. Her skin was as white as snow and had a warm and jade-like luster, as if it were cast from light.

She wore a simple white long dress that hugged her body, showing off her long, slender legs. As she walked, the skirt swayed gently, giving off a holy aura, like a seraph descended from heaven.

This person was none other than Ye Guyi.

"Be careful, Little Bone Robe, this city... has a very strange aura."

A soft yet melancholic female voice quietly resounded in her heart.

Ye Guyi raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of the arrogant sharpness of a young powerhouse: "What's wrong, Ancestor? Even you are wary of the beings in the city?"

"I only have a vague feeling about it, so it's best to be cautious in everything."

The ancestor she referred to was none other than Qian Renxue, the Angel God whose divine position crumbled ten thousand years ago. Now, she was nothing more than a remnant soul residing within Ye Guyi's body.

Qian Renxue's consciousness involuntarily drifted back to that ultimate battle that ended everything.

That blue-haired figure wielding the Trident of the Sea God, the opponent she had poured her heart into but ultimately defeated—Tang San, the Sea God.

The passage of time and the changing of the guard have long since worn away her former brilliance and arrogance.

In that battle, her divine position shattered, and her cultivation was permanently imprisoned at level 89 Soul Douluo, with no possibility of ascending to godhood in this lifetime.

For many years afterward, she could only eke out a living in despair, living in seclusion in remote places, guarding her shattered pride and heart-wrenching regret, swallowing the bitter fruit of a lonely old age alone.

Until her life was consumed, the overwhelming resentment and deep regret of failing to revive the Spirit Hall and protect the glory of the Angel lineage had been deeply etched into her soul, becoming the only obsession that kept her soul from dying.

But fate ultimately granted her a glimmer of hope. Though her body died, her soul remained, wandering for millennia until her remnant spirit finally attached itself to her descendant, Ye Guyi, thus continuing her existence.

How ironic that the angelic god who once reigned supreme over all living beings and held the reins of light can now only be reduced to a weak, lingering soul, clinging to life within a human body.

Even though she was far from regaining the supreme power of a level 100 god at her peak, she still placed all her unfulfilled obsessions and hopes for reviving the angel lineage on Ye Guyi.

Ten thousand years have passed, and Qianrenxue, carrying Yeguyi, wanders across the continent, with no end in sight and nowhere to return.

Before them lay a world where the Spirit Hall had completely vanished. The Spirit Hall had been destroyed, and the victors had established a new order, but the monopoly of Spirit Master families and imperial nobles over Spirit Master resources had only intensified. Countless commoner children, unable to afford the costs of Spirit Awakening, were forever barred from Spirit Power, forced to struggle at the bottom of society, surviving like ants.

This era, forged by Tang San and the two great empires, is far colder and more unjust than the rules that the Spirit Hall attempted to establish.

Witnessing this scene, Qian Renxue, who had returned to the world, felt no joy, only surging regret and pain.

"Tang San, you have finally won... but what have you and the empire you protected brought to this world?"

She asked herself the same question countless times in her heart, but the answer only chilled her to the bone. The sea god reached his peak, but the continent did not usher in the light; instead, on many levels, it plunged into deeper darkness.

What breaks her heart even more is that the once mighty lineage of angels, with its countless believers, has almost been wiped out.

The once glorious and powerful Spirit Hall has turned to dust in history, and the Six-Winged Angel Spirit only exists in ancient legends.

The remaining members of the Spirit Hall huddled in a corner of Sin City, barely clinging to life. She traveled across mountains and rivers, finding only a handful of angelic bloodlines, and among them, the one with the purest heart and most outstanding talent was Ye Guyi, who was by her side.

Perhaps out of guilt for the past, or perhaps to preserve the last embers of the angelic bloodline on the verge of extinction, Qian Renxue took Ye Guyi as her disciple and imparted all her lifelong insights into angelic martial spirits and the path of cultivation to her.

This was her meager compensation for her lost glory, and the only solace that sustained her as she walked through this strange and unfamiliar world.

Years ago, when her divine position was shattered, she was heartbroken and retreated into seclusion, watching helplessly as the angel race declined without offering any assistance. Now, this belated act of protection is ultimately the last thing she can do for her bloodline ancestors.