Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

suddenly.

"boom--!!!"

Another earth-shattering explosion.

From the direction of the Spirit Hall's back garden, an even more dazzling and magnificent golden pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds and seemingly connecting heaven and earth.

That terrifying holy aura instantly swept across the entire Martial Soul City.

Countless spies and soul masters from various factions were shaken by this vast power, their minds reeling as they looked in that direction in terror.

Tang Wei's expression changed, and then he was overjoyed.

"What terrifying power! Qian Daoliu actually used an attack of this magnitude?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Tang San's eyes.

To kill a nameless person whose soul power isn't particularly high, is it necessary to use a technique that causes such a celestial phenomenon?

This is a bit like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

However, as long as the ending is good, that's fine.

Tang San's lips curled up.

"It seems that Qian Daoliu is truly enraged. With this attack, Wuming will likely be reduced to ashes."

"Father, we can prepare to celebrate."

The Haotian Sect members were in high spirits, eagerly awaiting the dissipation of the golden light and the good news that Wuming had died and vanished.

Chapter 355 Divine Messenger? Me?

The Spirit Hall, back garden.

The place was already a mess, with the artificial hills collapsed and the vegetation reduced to ashes.

But Yu Xiaoheng, who was at the center of the storm, was completely unharmed.

He stood there quietly, looking somewhat dazed.

Before him, the once arrogant and murderous Spirit Hall Grand Elder Qian Daoliu, and Pope Qian Xunji, were now kneeling neatly on the ground.

Out of fear and awe, both of them pressed their foreheads firmly to the ground, their bodies trembling violently.

They were not kneeling before Yu Xiaoheng.

It was the woman who was currently holding hands with Yu Xiaoheng.

She was a stunningly beautiful woman who looked to be around twenty years old.

She had long, flowing golden hair that cascaded down her back, each strand shimmering with divine radiance.

Her skin was as white as snow, yet it had a jade-like texture. Her golden palace dress outlined her perfectly mature figure in a breathtaking way.

It was a beauty that transcended the mundane.

Her features were seven-tenths similar to Qian Renxue's, but she had shed her youthful naiveté and was full of the charm and supreme majesty of a mature woman.

As Yu Xiaoheng looked at her, a strange image flashed through his mind of Qian Renxue's grown-up appearance in an anime he had watched in his previous life.

But this woman was more sacred and more inviolable than that figure.

Qian Daoliu knelt on the ground, his voice trembling to the extreme.

"This unworthy descendant, Qian Daoliu... pays respects to... our ancestor!"

"Greetings... God of Angels!"

That's right.

The one who descended was none other than Qian Yuhan, the angel god who was the ancestor of the Qian family and had long since ascended to the realm of gods.

If anyone else were here, they would be absolutely stunned.

The descent of a deity into the world—what an incredible thing!

Even for a god, creating a successor is no easy task, let alone having their own consciousness descend.

But for Qian Yuhan, the easy part is that she is indeed an ancestor of the Qian family and has the most direct blood connection with Qian Renxue.

As early as when Qian Renxue was born, she separated a wisp of her divine consciousness, which transformed into Qian Renxue's hidden second martial soul, and also her second will.

Following the normal trajectory, this wisp of will might only awaken and guide Qian Renxue's development after her martial soul awakens.

But the light that Yu Xiaoheng brought was too strong and too overwhelming.

After being purified by the Purple-Gold Sacred Dragon, and then undergoing a qualitative change in fusion, it produced a vast and radiant light.

This power nourished Qian Renxue's depleted essence due to the descent of the gods, and it was also like a key that awakened her dormant divine consciousness ahead of time.

The gods are right before us.

Even though Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji hated Wuming as a "lecher" and were worried about Qian Renxue's safety, they could only kneel down at this moment.

They didn't even dare to lift their heads.

Qian Yuhan's beautiful eyes darted around, first glancing at the two juniors kneeling on the ground, then her gaze fell on Wuming beside her.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"interesting."

"I never imagined that there was such pure light power in the mortal realm that could awaken me."

Qian Yuhan's voice was ethereal yet majestic.

She could feel that the boy's power resonated deeply with her own.

They even have a complementary effect.

"You've done me a favor."

Qian Yuhan spoke softly.

Then, she said something that nearly gave the two people kneeling on the ground a heart attack.

"This body has a good foundation, but it still needs to be refined."

"In the future, let Xue'er have more contact with this young man."

"The light within him can nourish Xue'er's soul and accelerate her inheritance of my divine position."

on the ground.

Qian Daoliu suddenly raised his head, his face full of astonishment.

Qian Xunji's face instantly turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly.

what?

More contact?

Isn't this like sending your own precious cabbage to the pig's head? Or is it an order personally given by the ancestral god?

"Ancestor, this..."

Qian Xunji was about to speak.

Qian Yuhan glanced at him indifferently.

Just one glance.

Qian Xunji shut his mouth instantly, cold sweat soaking his back. The pressure from the depths of his soul made him realize that the will of God was beyond question.

"This is my gift."

Qian Yuhan ignored the two juniors' dilemma, turned to look at Wuming, and nodded slightly.

With a wave of her hand, an extremely dense beam of light condensed in her palm, transforming into a crystal-clear golden token.

"Take it."

The token drifted towards the nameless one.

After doing all this, Qian Yuhan's figure began to become illusory.

After all, it was just a wisp of newly awakened divine consciousness, and it couldn't last long.

Don't disappoint me.

As the last sound faded, the golden light that filled the sky suddenly receded.

The stunningly beautiful angelic figure vanished without a trace.

The mature and dignified blonde woman was gone, replaced by Qian Renxue's petite figure.

Without the support of divine power, Qian Renxue closed her eyes, her body went limp, and she fell backward.

Nameless instinctively reached out and pulled her into his arms.

With the soft, fragrant jade in his arms, Wuming felt as if he were holding a hot potato.

He glanced at the unconscious little girl in his arms, then at the two Spirit Hall bigwigs still kneeling on the ground in front of him.

What... what kind of situation is this?

Should I run now?

Wuming gently placed Qian Renxue on the ground, his movements tender, as if afraid of waking her.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji also slowly stood up.

The expressions on their faces were absolutely priceless.

From anger, to astonishment, and now...bizarre.

Qian Daoliu looked at Wuming with a mysterious and unpredictable expression.

The divine ancestor has appeared.

Moreover, the Divine Ancestor did not punish the boy; instead, he bestowed upon him a token and even specifically instructed Xue'er to have more contact with him.

What does this mean?

A storm suddenly arose in Qian Daoliu's mind.