From the Soul Motion Machine onwards, the Mechanized Douluo

Chapter 600 God said, "Let there be light!"

"What will become of the Spirit Hall, my God?"

"My God. The Spirit Hall is in decline, and the imperial nobles want to control the number of Spirit Awakenings."

"My God... I killed people! I killed so many people! They were all people who supported abolishing the Martial Soul Awakening! Am I guilty?"

"My God, the High Priest is dead. I killed him. He willingly gave his life to protect me. I shouldn't have killed him. I am guilty."

In a gentle, flawless white light, Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes. He subconsciously glanced at his hands, then looked down at the white-robed youth kneeling before him beneath the Angel Temple, embracing a blood-stained, elderly corpse and weeping bitterly.

"..." Qian Daoliu stared blankly at the white-robed youth for a long time, then looked at his own hands and found himself standing directly above the Angel Temple, surrounded by magnificent golden clouds and mythical beasts, with swords of judgment for evil and white wings protecting all living beings on his left and right. Having been an angel high priest for his entire life, Qian Daoliu naturally understood where this place was. Angel statue.

However, this was the first time he had stood in this position, looking down at the entire Temple of Angels and below him, at the young man who was weeping over the body of the High Priest Angel, his white robes stained with tears and blood.

He stood on the altar, looking down at the white-robed youth below.

He seemed to be able to sense the other person's deep-seated confusion and sadness—a kind of empathetic helplessness.

He seemed to be able to feel the other person's body temperature, and also to feel the same empathy for the stiff and cold corpse in the other person's arms.

He seemed to sense the bewilderment and helplessness in the other person's tears, like a child who had done something wrong. However, this child had no one to discipline him, because the one who tried to discipline him had already been killed by his own impulsiveness.

This was a turbulent era, the era when the faith in angels was at its weakest. The Spirit Hall was at a disadvantage in the face of the combined strength of various sects. In a time of peace and prosperity, the imperial nobles and the nobles of the Soul Masters attempted to seize ownership of this continent from the Spirit Hall, which symbolized the order of angels, and mold the continent into whatever shape they desired.

"My God...I...Am I guilty?" Beneath the angel statue, the young man with bloodshot golden eyes and shattered starlight slowly raised his head. His face, which Qian Daoliu recognized, was covered with broken tear stains.

Qian Daoliu looked down at the young man whose eyes had shattered. He remembered this child, a child from the angel family who wasn't particularly talented. But God is merciful.

In silence, Qian Daoliu couldn't help but close his eyes. Memories of the past flooded his mind, and a single golden tear slowly rolled down his cheek.

He grieved for him.

He was saddened for him.

He wept for him.

But now, He no longer exists.

A golden tear traced a faint line down Qian Daoliu's face, then fell directly onto the young man's eyes, which were filled with unsettling sadness. Like a drop of golden ink, it fell onto the canvas in the young man's eyes with a soft thud, blooming into a magnificent golden flower.

In an instant, the Temple of Angels shone with countless pure white rays of light, like warm hands that soothed the young man's sorrowful heart and wiped away the tears on his face.

The gentle white light awakened Qian Daoliu, who had closed his eyes. He opened his golden eyes, the golden halo in them like a splendid and fiery flower. He watched the young man enveloped in the white light, and he knew this scene.

This is called

The Angel's Test.

Gods love their children.

The young man committed a grave offense; in his righteous indignation, he killed many people.

However, the then-prosperous angelic family chose to protect him; the high priest of the angels chose to protect him.

right now,

The angels, the gods, also chose to protect him.

They are all protecting it.

This young man's sense of justice!

"My God, someone else has died."

In a daze, the young man before Qian Daoliu appeared older and more composed. Looking down at the youth beneath him, Qian Daoliu understood that at this moment, the Angel Clan was about to disband.

"To protect the bloodline of the angels, I chose not to allow them to awaken their martial souls."

With a thud, the white-robed youth clenched his fists and knelt down at Qian Daoliu's feet, his expression one of pain and struggle.

The very thing this young man had always upheld was ultimately destroyed by his own hands; the bitterness of that experience is unimaginable.

With a complex expression, Qian Daoliu looked up at the outside of the Angel Temple. He saw the remaining few members of the Angel Clan, with a few children, disappearing into the vast mountains and seas. But this time, Qian Daoliu saw clearly where they went. Because no matter where they went, they were believers of the angels!

However, the young man at Qian Daoliu's feet was unaware that Qian Daoliu fully understood that as long as the last spark of the Angel Family was preserved, then this young man would begin a massacre.

That was a very chaotic era, the era when the sects on the Douluo Continent were at their most powerful. Secular forces finally mustered the courage to challenge divine authority amidst the undercurrents!

Then a massacre began!

In that era, almost every sect had its elders killed by this young man!

In a daze, Qian Daoliu silently watched the young man grow, from the Soul Saint at the beginning, to the Title Douluo who was famous throughout the continent.

The youth would regularly report to him on worldly affairs and share his joys and sorrows.

until

"My God...I...I refuse."

On that day, the youth became an old man.

On that day, the angel's child became the high priest of angels.

Inside the Temple of Angels, Qian Daoliu watched silently. He could feel the pain and struggle in the child's heart, a empathy as if he himself had experienced it, a feeling etched deep into his soul.

There was no room for error for this child; the order of the Spirit Hall outside, and the fairness and justice of all the people on the continent, all rested on his shoulders.

Qian Daoliu could feel that pressure.

You can also understand the choice this child is making.

because

This child is not afraid of death.

He was simply afraid that his death would bury the light and justice of the people of the mainland.

Because as long as he lives, and as long as Soul Masters continue to emerge from among ordinary people, then Soul Masters and ordinary people are equal! The two great empires will not be at war for tens of millions of years! The major sects will not dare to cause turmoil for thousands of years!

At that moment, Qian Daoliu understood the child's choice; he saw in this child a radiance akin to that of a god.

Therefore,

祂.

Qian Daoliu didn't mind the child's retreat. On the contrary, he felt gratified for the child.

Because at this moment, this child has grown into an adult.

And just as the child had imagined, although he did not become a god, he protected the peace of a continent like a god.

"My God. I. I..."

In a daze, Qian Daoliu saw the child kneeling at his feet turn into an old man, but he still knelt before him like a child who had done something wrong, begging for forgiveness.

"My God, my child has disobeyed the teachings of the angels, I am guilty!!!"

Qian Daoliu didn't know how long it had been since he had seen this child cry. He thought the child had grown up, but at this moment, the white-haired old man was kneeling in front of him, crying as sadly as a child.

Qian Daoliu could feel the sorrow and regret in the other person's heart. As an old man who had dedicated his life to upholding justice and light, he could understand the sadness of discovering that his descendants had done such a thing. It was as if he had experienced it himself.

However, Qian Daoliu could still understand the other party, because he had witnessed the birth of the old man's child, and the old man had immediately informed him of the good news.

Unfortunately, the old man's child seemed to have inherited his talent, being somewhat weak from a young age and not particularly gifted.

So the child knew from a young age that he could not inherit the angelic legacy, but he also knew that inheriting the angelic legacy was his father's lifelong wish.

Therefore, Qian Daoliu was not angry that the child had embarked on the path of self-destruction. He listened to the child's prayer and sighed slowly, exhaling a breath of stagnation that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

Qian Daoliu looked down at the old man weeping at his feet. He was weeping for himself, for his god, and for abandoning the doctrines of angels.

Qian Daoliu could sense the other's feelings—an endless, boundless pain and regret! The old man struggled to climb amidst this boundless remorse, seemingly wanting to die for his duty, to atone for his sins, and to demonstrate his innocence and loyalty to his gods. But the old man did not resist in the darkness; he was tormented by suffering.

Because the elderly cannot die!

If he dies, no one will be able to take over his will and continue to uphold the angelic order that protects the vast majority of people on the continent!

Why.

Qian Daoliu looked at the old man struggling in an endless hell of regret and sighed heavily in his heart.

God loves His own children.

A warm glow shone forth.

The angelic legacy was bestowed directly upon a child who had not yet been born.

Buzz.

The Temple of Angels shone with flawless divine light. Qian Daoliu's golden eyes dazed slightly, and then he saw an old man dressed in a magnificent angelic high priest's robe facing him, performing a meticulous and standard priestly ritual, as if he had practiced it his whole life.

"All worlds are in chaos, but light is never absent."

A familiar voice rang in his ears. Qian Daoliu looked at the high priest angel opposite him, who was praying to him with a devout expression.

"Angel believers, a thousand streams, we vow to pierce the darkness and ascend to God this very moment!"

After hearing the words of the high priest wielding the angelic sword, Qian Daoliu, standing above the Angel Temple, suddenly smiled with satisfaction, and the golden flowers in his eyes shone brightly.

Qian Daoliu closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again. Inside the Angel Temple, he looked at the angel statue, which slowly looked up at him and gave him a relieved smile.

hum! ! !

The moment the smiles overlapped, Qian Daoliu transformed into light!

He also became a god!

He didn't need such a complicated ritual to become a god.

Because this world is where he trained to become a god!

"God said, 'Let there be light.'"

"And so the light followed God."

Amidst endless divine light, a divine figure appeared before the Sea God Tang San, repelling the opponent with a single sword strike.

Boom!

A sword light that seemed capable of splitting the heavens and earth slashed towards the Sea God Tang San in an instant! That terrifying and vast power flashed across the horizon and struck the Sea God Tang San in the blink of an eye!

Poseidon Tang San subconsciously looked up and saw the dark sky cleaved open by a sword, the sword light piercing through heaven and earth directly threatening him!

"Angel God?!!"

"Oh?"

Within the white rainbow left by the sword that split the heavens, the figure of a six-winged angel overlapped with the blazing sun.

Compared to angels and gods

The radiant sun rose from the white rainbow, and the six-winged angel overlapped with the dawn sun.

I prefer you calling me that.

"Angels of Justice and Judgment!"

(End of this chapter)