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

Gu Yuena's voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like she was talking to herself, "Break through to God King, break the rules, and kill the Asura God."

Qian Yuhan failed to do these things.

But perhaps her successor can do it.

Di Tian knelt by the lake, head bowed, without saying a word.

He knew what the Lord was thinking.

The Lord is gambling.

I'm betting that Ling Feng can become a god, I'm betting that Qian Renxue can become a god, and I'm betting that the two of them can kill the Asura God.

This is a high-stakes gamble, with the future of the Soul Beast race at stake.

But he believed in the Lord, just as he believed in Ling Feng.

Gu Yuena stood on the lake, looking at the distant sky.

The moonlight shone on her long silver hair, on her golden vertical pupils, and on her exquisite face.

Her lips curled up slightly; the smile was faint, but genuine.

"interesting."

She said softly, "It's getting more and more interesting."

She turned and walked towards the center of the lake.

Her long, silver hair swayed in the night breeze like a silver waterfall.

She walked to the center of the lake, stopped, and looked back at the distant sky.

"Qian Yuhan, I will watch over your successor."

Her voice was very soft, as soft as if she were talking to the wind, "But whether you can rest in peace depends on her own efforts."

She sank into the lake, and the water returned to calm.

Di Tian knelt by the lake and did not get up for a long time.

He raised his head, looking at the distant sky, at the brightest star.

Holy Son, Holy Daughter.

Dark Holy Dragon, Eight-Winged Angel.

The inheritance of gods, the path of the god-king.

This world is becoming more and more interesting.

Gu Yuena sank to the bottom of the lake and lay on the stone platform in the middle of the lake.

She closed her eyes, her long silver hair swaying in the water like seaweed.

The image of Qian Renxue appeared in her mind: long golden hair, golden eyes, and an exquisite face, exactly like Qian Yuhan's.

She thought of Qian Yuhan, the god who refused the Asura God's offer, the god who died on the path to breakthrough, and the god who was unwilling to accept defeat.

"Qian Yuhan".

Gu Yuena's voice was soft, echoing in the water, "Your successor is more fortunate than you."

She has someone by her side who is willing to walk with her.

You don't.

Therefore, you will lose.

She opened her eyes and looked at the lake above her.

Moonlight streamed through the lake, casting dappled shadows on its surface.

She looked at the light and shadow, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"But I will not lose."

Her voice was very soft, as if she were saying to herself, "I'm betting on the future, betting on variables, betting on that child."

She closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

The lake was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky.

The night in the Starry Sky Forest is very long.

But everyone is waiting, waiting for dawn.

Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.

Qian Daoliu sat beneath the angel statue, eyes closed, motionless.

He had been sitting here for a day and a night, ever since Qian Renxue left Wuhun City, he had been waiting.

His spiritual power covered the entire Martial Soul City, and no movement could escape his perception.

He sensed Qian Renxue's presence.

Level 65, a full three levels higher than when I left.

He sensed that Qian Renxue's martial soul, the Eight-Winged Angel, was more solid and powerful than before.

He sensed the ancient and sacred aura emanating from Qian Renxue.

That was the aura of angels and gods.

Qian Daoliu's body trembled slightly.

He had been waiting for this day for many years.

From the moment he inherited the faith of the Angel God, from the moment he became the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, from the moment he watched Qian Renxue being born, he had been waiting.

Wait until Qian Renxue becomes the new Angel God.

Today, he finally got what he had been waiting for.

The doors to the offering hall were pushed open.

Qian Renxue walked in, her long golden hair flowing like gold in the candlelight, and the face of the angel statue reflected in her golden eyes.

She walked up to Qian Daoliu and knelt on one knee.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes and looked at Qian Renxue.

His eyes reddened, and tears welled up, but he held them back and didn't let them fall.

He stood up, walked to Qian Renxue, and helped her up.

"Good, good, good."

He said "good" three times in a row, his voice hoarse.

"Xue'er, you've finally come this far."

Qian Renxue looked at her grandfather, at his full head of white hair, at the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and at the tears in his eyes.

Her eyes also reddened.

"Grandpa, I have received the inheritance of the Angel God."

The angels have put the first of their nine tests to him, and he has passed it.

Qian Daoliu nodded.

"I know.

I sensed it.

He turned and looked at the angel statue.

The statue stood silent in the candlelight, its face both compassionate and majestic.

He suddenly smiled, a smile full of relief and contentment.

“Angel God, you have finally chosen her.”

Qian Renxue stood beside her grandfather, also looking at the angel statue.

She remembered what the angel had said—"You are the new god."

An unprecedented sense of mission welled up in her heart.

She wants to become stronger, strong enough to protect the Spirit Hall, her grandfather, Ling Feng, and everyone she loves.

Ling Feng stood outside the offering hall and did not go in.

He watched Qian Renxue's retreating figure, her long golden hair swaying in the candlelight, and a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.

He recalled the first time he saw her six years ago.

At that time, she stood behind Qian Daoliu, a six-year-old girl with golden hair and golden eyes, like a porcelain doll.

Her gaze towards him held curiosity, wariness, and something else that was hard to define.

Six years have passed, and she is still the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, still the granddaughter of Qian Daoliu, and still the genius whose talent is second only to his.

But she changed; she became stronger, more mature, and more beautiful.

Qian Renxue came out of the offering hall and saw Ling Feng standing at the door, and was slightly taken aback.

"Why don't you go in?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"I'm waiting for you."

Qian Renxue looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"What are you waiting for me for?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment and said, "When you come out, let's go eat hot and sour soup together."

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then smiled even more brightly.

"it is good."

Two figures walked out of the offering hall side by side and headed towards the spicy soup shop in the east of the city.