Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

But it is cunning and hard to find.

"I'll help you find it."

Qian Renxue clasped her hands in thanks: "Thank you, senior."

Di Tian raised his hand and waved it, and a black light shot out from his palm and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

A moment later, a tiger's roar echoed from the depths of the forest, causing the leaves to rustle and fall.

Di Tian's brow twitched slightly.

"Found it."

Follow me.

Three figures darted into the depths of the forest.

After walking for about half an hour, an open space appeared ahead.

On the open ground, a huge white tiger lay on the ground, its body pure white, with wings on its back and a golden "king" character on its forehead.

Its aura is very strong, with 50,000 years of cultivation, making it the king among soul beasts.

But it was lying on the ground, trembling.

Because Di Tian stood before it, his golden vertical pupils staring at it like the gaze of death.

"Little girl, get started."

Di Tian stepped aside.

Qian Renxue stepped forward, her martial spirit activating.

The phantom of an eight-winged angel appeared behind her, its eight wings unfolding simultaneously, illuminating the entire open space with golden light.

Her aura surged, and the pressure of a level 60 Soul Emperor was released without reservation.

The Holy Tiger of Light raised its head and looked at Qian Renxue, a hint of fear flashing in its golden eyes.

It wanted to escape, but the oppressive aura of the Emperor was like a mountain pressing down on it, making it unable to move.

Qian Renxue drew the holy sword from her back. The sword was entirely golden, and sacred flames burned on its blade.

She raised her holy sword and thrust it at the Holy Tiger of Light.

The battle ended quickly.

It's not that the Holy Tiger of Light is too weak, it's that Qian Renxue is too strong.

The Eight-Winged Angel's martial soul has a natural suppression effect on the Holy Tiger of Light. Qian Renxue didn't even use her trump cards, and only used her first five soul skills to seriously injure the Holy Tiger of Light.

Of course, this was under Di Tian's suppression; otherwise, even a Soul Douluo would have to bleed here if the King of Beasts with such a bloodline of 50,000 years had to fight to the death.

Finally, she pierced the head of the Holy Tiger of Light with her sword.

The Holy Tiger of Light fell, and a purple soul ring slowly rose.

Fifty thousand years old, black, but with faint red patterns within the black, which is the mark of a top-grade soul ring.

Qian Renxue sat down cross-legged and began absorbing the soul ring.

Ling Feng stood beside her, protecting her.

Di Tian stood at a distance, hands behind his back, watching all of this.

The absorption process of the sixth spirit ring was more difficult than Qian Renxue had anticipated.

A 50,000-year-old Holy Tiger Soul Ring is the ultimate limit for a level 60 Soul Emperor. The black Soul Ring is interspersed with red patterns, which is a sign that it is close to a top-grade Soul Ring and a symbol of violent energy.

The moment the Soul Ring entered her body, a surge of intense heat flowed into her meridians, like molten iron flowing through her blood vessels. Wherever it passed, her meridians expanded, her bones trembled, and her blood boiled.

Qian Renxue sat cross-legged beside the corpse of the Holy Tiger of Light, her eyes closed and her brows furrowed.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto her snow-white clothes, where they quickly evaporated.

Her body trembled slightly, but her back remained straight, like the holy sword behind her, unyielding and unbreakable.

Ling Feng stood beside her, his Dragon-Piercing Staff held horizontally in front of him, his gaze fixed intently on her.

He didn't speak or make a move; he knew this was Qian Renxue's own battle.

However, he fully released his mental power, covering an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius, so that no movement could escape his perception.

Di Tian stood not far away, hands behind his back, a hint of surprise flashing in his golden vertical pupils.

"This little girl's foundation is more solid than you imagine."

Di Tian's voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were speaking to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng didn't answer, he just nodded.

The Holy Tiger's soul ring slowly rotated around Qian Renxue, and with each rotation, a trace of energy merged into her body.

Her aura was rising, level sixty-one, the peak of level sixty-one, level sixty-two.

But her brows remained furrowed, because besides the energy of the Holy Tiger of Light, something else was hidden within that spirit ring.

It was an ancient and sacred aura that resonated with Qian Renxue's Eight-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

The resonance grew stronger and clearer, as if someone was calling her name from afar.

Qian Renxue's consciousness sank into the depths of her sea of ​​consciousness. There, the phantom of an eight-winged angel hovered silently, its eight wings fluttering slightly, radiating golden light.

Within the light, something was faintly gathering and taking shape.

It was a figure.

Long silver hair, golden eyes, an exquisitely beautiful face, both compassionate and dignified.

She wore a silver-white divine robe and a divine crown, with twelve wings slowly fluttering behind her, each feather radiating a sacred light.

Qian Renxue didn't recognize her, but she knew who she was.

Angel God.

The first generation angel god!

"You've finally made it this far."

The angel's voice was very soft, like the wind whispering in her ear, yet it clearly entered the depths of Qian Renxue's consciousness.

Qian Yuhan looked at Qian Renxue, his golden eyes filled with relief. "I've been waiting for you for many years."

Qian Renxue opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't make a sound.

She was merely a consciousness, without a mouth or vocal cords, only a phantom formed from that golden light.

The angel seemed to see through her thoughts and smiled slightly. "You don't need to speak, just listen to me."

She paused, a complex light flashing in her golden eyes.

"I am the first Angel God, Qian Yuhan. I fell many years ago, not at the hands of an enemy, but at the hands of the Asura God."

Qian Renxue's consciousness jolted suddenly.

The angel god continued, "The Asura god recruited me and wanted me to join his ranks."

“I refused, because I want to walk my own path, I want to break through to the God-King level, I want to break the rules of the God Realm.”

"He did not stop me on the surface, but at the critical moment of my breakthrough, he severed my divine sense and caused my soul to dissipate."

“My divine position is still there, but my consciousness is no longer in that position. It will gradually become vacant over time until it is replaced by a new god.”

She looked at Qian Renxue with deep eyes. "You are the new god."

Qian Renxue's consciousness fluctuated violently.

She never imagined that she would receive the inheritance of the angel god.

Chapter 137 Obtaining the Inheritance

She knew that her martial soul was an eight-winged angel and that her bloodline was inherited from the Angel God.

But she never imagined that one day the angel would appear before her personally and tell her, "You are the new god."

"Your martial soul is an eight-winged angel, not an ordinary six-winged angel."

This means you were born with a connection to me, destined to inherit my divine position.

The angel's voice was soft, yet it resounded like thunder in Qian Renxue's mind.

"But inheriting the divine position is not an easy thing. You need to pass the nine tests of the angels and prove that you are qualified to become the new angel god."

I cannot tell you the content of the nine exams; you will need to explore them yourself.

But I can tell you, the first test will be in your sixth spirit ring.

Qian Renxue's consciousness jolted suddenly.

She finally understood why the Holy Tiger of Light's soul ring contained that ancient and sacred aura.

That was not the power of the Holy Tiger of Light, but the power of the Angel God.

"Accept it."

The angel god's voice grew softer and softer, like a candle flickering in the wind, "Accept it, and you will be the successor of the angel god."

Reject it, and you will still be the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, and the successor of the Eight-Winged Angel.

The choice is yours.

The phantom of the angel god began to dissipate, transforming into countless golden specks of light that merged into the depths of Qian Renxue's consciousness.

Those points of light traveled within her body, merging with her martial spirit, her soul power, and her bloodline.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes, feeling that power.

She didn't hesitate at all.

"I accept."

Before she finished speaking, a golden beam of light shot up from her body and soared into the sky.

The entire Star Dou Great Forest trembled, and countless soul beasts lay prostrate on the ground, shivering.

Di Tian's pupils suddenly contracted. He recognized the light; it was the power of a god, the true power of a god.