Douluo: The Glory of the Peerless Angel

Six of the seven Grand Masters have arrived, why didn't you bring out Qian Daoliu?

This was the first thought that popped into Ling Bai's mind.

The oppressive aura emanating from the four Spirit Hall elders was immense. Their combined arrival was like the collapse of the heavens. The Snow Empress's brows and eyes were filled with coldness. With a flick of her finger, the Thousand-Pound Demon Subduing Technique instantly froze into ice. Through the ice, one could see the excited expressions leaping across their faces.

An old man dressed in a golden robe and silver embroidery stepped forward first. His body was covered with a layer of fine golden scales, and he had a huge long tail full of spikes trailing behind him.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, Second Elder of the Spirit Hall, Level 98 Title Douluo, Spirit: Golden Crocodile King.

Snow Empress stepped forward, subtly shielding Ling Bai behind her. Her beautiful sky-blue eyes narrowed slightly. Within the Emperor's Cold Heaven Domain, goose-feather snow raged, scraping against the hard crocodile scales on Golden Crocodile Douluo's body, producing a sharp metallic clanging sound.

"roar--"

The Death Prison Bone Dragon roared, its dragon might sweeping across the heavens and earth. Its claws, curved like the Grim Reaper's scythe, were stained with a layer of scarlet. Golden Crocodile Douluo had entered the danger zone, and the Death Prison Bone Dragon's desires were beyond control!

The scene was tense, but facing the Snow Empress and the Death Prison Bone Dragon, who were poised to attack, Golden Crocodile Douluo stopped. His powerful golden eyes fixed on Ling Bai atop the Death Prison Bone Dragon's head, and he bowed deeply, saying:

"On behalf of Qianjun Jiangmo, I apologize to you."

They forgot one thing: we are enshrined in the Spirit Hall, bearing the responsibility of protecting the God of Angels. Resurrecting ourselves through the evil power of Rakshasa does not mean becoming that woman's lackeys.

We've all died once; disobeying her orders would only mean dying again. Qianjun Jiangmo shouldn't, and couldn't, lay a hand on you, a descendant of angels, so this fate is entirely your own fault.

We're not playing anymore?

Upon hearing this, Xue Di secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She lost her physical body and soul bones, and her strength was only half of what it was at its peak. The four elders were all top human experts. If the two sides really fought, Golden Crocodile Douluo could easily entangle her for a while, buying time for the other three. One Death Prison Bone Dragon could not protect Ling Bai from the three elders.

"Senior Golden Crocodile, please rise. I understand that you all have no choice in the matter."

In the Spider King's sensory detection, Golden Crocodile Douluo showed no hostility whatsoever, and Ling Bai also released a signal of goodwill.

Golden Crocodile Douluo slowly rose to his feet. His bow was not to Ling Bai, a junior, but to the Spirit Hall and the Angel Bloodline that he had protected his whole life, and to his elder brother Qian Daoliu, whom he had respected his whole life.

"May I... see your six-winged angel?" Golden Crocodile Douluo's lips moved as he couldn't help but make a request.

Ling Bai spread his six angel wings and landed gracefully. Although the true face of the six-winged angel phantom behind him could not be seen, it instantly attracted the attention of the four elders.

"It's...it's Xue'er!"

The fourth enshrined Lion Douluo was moved to tears. He had no descendants in his life, and he regarded Qian Renxue as his own granddaughter. He died ten thousand years ago to save Qian Renxue.

The Third Offering, Azure Phoenix Douluo, was aloof, but his eyes held tenderness as he looked at the angelic phantom. The Fifth Offering, Light Feather Douluo, sighed to Ling Bai:

"Big brother's six-winged angel is inherited from the first Angel God, while your six-winged angel comes from Xue'er. The angelic light and shadow are also her aura. In a sense, you are Xue'er's child."

"That doesn't seem very accurate..."

Ling Bai fell into deep thought. The six-winged angel belonged to the last angel god, Qian Renxue. The problem was that there was also the Death Prison Spider Queen. According to the logic of the Light Feather Douluo, wouldn't he be the child of that mother and daughter?!

I can't think about it too much, I dare not think about it too much!

Having confirmed Ling Bai's bloodline origins, Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed heartily: "Little fellow, you inherited Xue'er's six-winged angel, which means you are the one we must protect. Whatever your wish is, we old folks will grant it for you!"

"Senior Golden Crocodile, I have two questions for you." Ling Bai pointed outside Jialing City. "What did that person want by capturing me alive? Where exactly are the positions of the Angel God and the Rakshasa God?"

"this……"

Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned: "I am the strongest among the resurrected Title Douluos. Her orders are usually given directly to me. The reason for capturing you is to ask you to do something, which seems to be related to Xue'er."

As for the two divine positions… when the Rakshasa God fell, the Angel God's position was damaged, but as the former Rakshasa God, she might know the whereabouts of her own divine position.”

Ling Bai clicked his tongue softly and asked, "Could you please ask her to come here to see me?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo shook his head: "She was restricted by the power of the Asura God and trapped in the Land of Fallen Gods, unable to move. That's why she gave the order to capture you... In fact, it's not just her. We who were resurrected by the evil power of the Rakshasa can only move as far as Jialing City as we can."

"I absolutely have to see her..." Ling Bai sighed. "Since she wants to see me so much, then please take me there, senior."

Golden Crocodile Douluo gave Ling Bai a deep look. Through their previous conversation, he had come to understand why Ling Bai had agreed to meet her. The allure of a godhood was enough to drive all the Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent crazy, let alone Ling Bai, who was a chosen one who was extremely compatible with the two godhoods.

"Little guy, it's good that you have this ambition. No matter what conflict arises with her, we old folks will risk our lives to protect you."

Golden Crocodile Douluo left a sentence and soared into the air. The three elders shattered the ice block sealing the Thousand-Pound Demon-Subduing Sword. The two brothers shivered from the cold and were caught off guard by two powerful blows. Lion Douluo and Light Feather Douluo attacked from both sides while muttering curses:

"You two idiots! You just do whatever you're told, daring to attack the descendants of angels! How can you face the Spirit Hall, your elder brother, and Xue'er?!"

"We were wrong, Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother, please go easy on us!"

The Death Prison Bone Dragon followed behind the Golden Crocodile Douluo, with Ling Bai and Xue Di standing atop it. Xue Di transmitted her voice, asking, "Are these guys trustworthy? Will this trip be dangerous?"

Ling Bai replied telepathically: "They were worshippers of the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago. Several of them died fighting for the last Angel God, so their loyalty is quite high."

Moreover, nothing in this world is 100% reliable. For the sake of our path to godhood, and for the sake of the two divine positions, we must take some risks to meet the resurrected Rakshasa God.

"Um."

Xue Di nodded slightly. A night breeze brushed her face. She gathered her fluttering hair, glanced at the figure beside her out of the corner of her eye, and said nothing more.

The group left Jialing City and arrived at the ancient battlefield of Jialing Pass. Ten thousand years had passed, and the yellow sand had long since buried the traces of the great battle. This ancient site had become a landscape that made the Soul Masters sigh with emotion.

From the moment the Death Prison Bone Dragon entered the battlefield airspace, Ling Bai noticed a special domain space covering his entire body, as if space itself had folded, and the surroundings became unusually quiet.

A continuous stream of power flowed into his body from this space—a power mixed with death, evil, and darkness. The Death Prison Spider Emperor Martial Soul seemed to have found its mother and began to stir.

In the distance, they saw a white jade palace. Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed:

"This is the Spirit Hall. Although it was created by her using the evil power of Rakshasa, it still allows you to see our glory ten thousand years ago. Back then, it was truly the holy land of spirit masters in the hearts of countless people on the Douluo Continent."

The Spirit Hall was carved entirely from the finest white jade, with various ancient spirit beasts engraved on its four walls. Ling Bai saw top-tier spirit beasts such as the Ice Jade Scorpion and the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear, but he didn't see the relief of the Ice and Snow Maiden. He couldn't help but tease the Snow Empress, saying that he would also build a power in the future and erect the largest statue of the Snow Empress.

According to the regulations of the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago, the position of the Papal Palace was lower than that of the Hall of Worship where the seven elders lived. However, since the entire space was created by one person, why would he bother with his own hand? Therefore, in the space, the Papal Palace stood at the top of the Spirit Hall.

Ling Bai pushed open the majestic white jade doors of the Papal Palace. A pale purple figure sat on the papal throne, a symbol of supreme status. Ten thousand years could not leave any trace on her peerless face; on the contrary, it made her noble and aloof beauty even stronger, as if she did not belong to this world.

Ling Bai gazed at the stunningly beautiful woman high above him, and walked forward with a faint smile:

"How should I address you?"

senior?

Rakshasa?

still is……

Your Holiness the Pope.

The woman sat on the papal throne, her delicate hands gently supporting her head. Her alluring body was outlined by the breastplate, and her long, snow-white legs were crossed. Her beautiful eyes gazed at the handsome young man below, and her red lips parted slightly:

"This is the Spirit Hall."

"Your Holiness the Pope."

The woman smiled with satisfaction, her authoritative voice carrying to the Spirit Hall elder at the door: "You all leave. I want to speak with him alone."

Golden Crocodile Douluo warned, "Bibi Dong, if you harm this child, my brothers and I will never let you get away with it."

"You think you can compete?" Bibi Dong said disdainfully. "Golden Crocodile, you can only stand here and speak because of my Rakshasa evil power. Your pet dogs are actually baring their teeth and threatening their master?"

"I'm just stating our position, and you know it very well." Golden Crocodile Douluo emphasized, not giving an inch.

"You old fogies gave me trouble ten thousand years ago, and you're still giving me trouble ten thousand years later. You only listen to the angels and ignore everyone else. You're both stubborn and arrogant."

Bibi Dong waved her hand dismissively: "I've already hurt one child, and I don't want to hurt a second one."

"That's excellent."

Golden Crocodile Douluo left with his offerings, and closed the door of the Papal Palace behind him.

Inside the magnificent Papal Palace, only Bibi Dong, Ling Bai, Xue Di, and the Death Prison Bone Dragon remained.

Bibi Dong curled the corners of her mouth, a half-smile on her face: "If I remember correctly, you're not even fifteen years old yet, but you do have some skill. You've resolved the little trouble I left you in the Sea of ​​Spirit and brought in a Title Douluo-level undead creature as a henchman."

"This must be the Snow Maiden of the far north, who actually sacrificed her soul ring and soul bone for humanity, just like that little rabbit from ten thousand years ago, becoming a traitor to the soul beast race."

The temperature plummeted, and as the Snow Empress's anger flared, a layer of solid ice instantly froze on the ground of the Papal Palace. However, the ice layer stopped at Bibi Dong's feet, as if it had encountered some insurmountable barrier.

Ling Bai grabbed Xue Di's hand, pulled her behind him, and said with burning eyes:

"Your Holiness, the Snow Empress is dedicating herself to the far north. She is my most important partner and protector. Please be careful with your words."

Let's get straight to the point. What exactly do you want to see me about?

Bibi Dong straightened her delicate body, a ripple appearing in her deep purple eyes:

"Alright, I won't beat around the bush with you anymore. I want you to find the owner of the Holy Angel Martial Soul and bring her to me."

"Holy angel..."

Ling Bai narrowed his eyes: "Why?"

Bibi Dong's expression revealed a hint of reminiscence as she slowly said, "Back then at Jialing Pass, the two gods fought against each other. Xue'er and I were defeated by Tang San and Xiao Wu. I paid the price of my life to help Xue'er block the fatal blow of the Shura Sword, but Xue'er's divine position was still shattered, and her soul power remained stagnant at level 89 for the rest of her life."

"The Rakshasa's divine position was intact. I didn't choose a successor, so it continued to absorb the evil thoughts from the Douluo Continent. After about a hundred years, I regained a wisp of consciousness."

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Ling Bai's eyes, and Xue Di also caught the detail in Bibi Dong's words, her sky-blue eyes shining brightly.

Bibi Dong continued, "A hundred years later, the world has changed drastically. The Spirit Hall is long gone, leaving only two great empires and the rising Shrek Academy. I cannot speak, I cannot act, I can only silently watch everything that happens on this ancient battlefield."

A few months later, Xue'er came. Tang San kept his promise and let her go. That day was the anniversary of my death, and she came to pay tribute to me, her unfit mother.

Xue'er told me a lot. She was about to reach the end of her life with the cultivation of a Soul Douluo, but she couldn't let go of one thing. From Qian Daoliu to Qian Xunji and then to her, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was passed down from generation to generation, but she had long since sealed her heart and locked away her love, and was unable to pass on the Six-Winged Angel.

Perhaps it was fate that led her to find an abandoned baby in Jialing City. She then gave the child the remaining bloodline of a six-winged angel within her. This child became the first generation of holy angels, a weakened version of the six-winged angel.

Xue'er died before my eyes. I wanted to hold her, but I could only watch in vain. Later, I used all my strength to resurrect a soldier from the Spirit Empire with the evil power of Rakshasa and ordered him to bury Xue'er's remains, including the six soul bones of the Angel God Armor and the Angel God's artifact, the Angel Holy Sword.

Over the next ten thousand years, I slowly accumulated power, constantly thinking of the child who would inherit Xue'er's bloodline. Until that year, a couple abandoned a child, right where Xue'er was buried. He was destined to survive, and he even managed to merge with the Angelic Holy Sword.

The Angelic Holy Sword is a divine artifact of the Angel God. Furthermore, having absorbed the power of Xue'er's remains and the other angelic divine armor, the six-winged angel bloodline it contains is even purer than the bloodline Xue'er originally injected into that child.

A thought suddenly occurred to me: I wanted to see the descendants of Xue'er's bloodline, but neither I nor the person resurrected by the Rakshasa's evil power could leave Jialing City. Why not let this child help me? I sent the Rakshasa Demon Scythe into his body, granting him my power, and then watched him being taken away by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, where he would receive the best conditions to grow.

I believe that once he discovers his connection to the two gods of the Spirit Hall, he will definitely return to Jialing Pass; this is the guidance of fate…”

(End of this chapter)