The Angel's Ninth Trial will begin in half a month.
Once everything is ready, she will complete the nine trials and truly become a god!
Thinking of this, a complex emotion flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes.
She slowly returned to her room, sat by the window, and gazed at the scenery outside, a sense of confusion rising in her heart.
Becoming a god—this was the goal she had always pursued, but now that it was about to be achieved, she didn't know what her purpose was.
"Is it for the glory of my family? Or to rule the entire Douluo Continent? Or is it simply to pursue that supreme power?"
"Or is it merely to defeat…that person?"
Qian Renxue fell into deep thought.
She remembered the hardships she had endured, the countless hours of cultivation, the countless battles, the immense sacrifices she had made.
But now, at the moment she was about to stand at the peak, she felt an unprecedented sense of confusion and emptiness.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew that now was not the time for confusion; she had to pull herself together and prepare for the upcoming Angel's Ninth Trial.
She rose and walked to the bedside, sat cross-legged, and closed her eyes to meditate.
Golden light gradually emanated from her body, forming a faint halo. She tried to regulate her breathing, calming her mind.
In the next two weeks, she would eliminate all distractions, bringing herself to her peak condition to face the test that would determine her fate.
...
Meanwhile, Qian Renshang's figure appeared like a ghost outside Wuhun City.
He stood there quietly, his posture upright yet exuding a hint of loneliness, his face expressionless as he looked at the magnificent Wuhun City behind him.
The tall city walls shone in the sunlight, the buildings within the city were well-arranged and bustling, yet all of this seemed like an illusion to him.
"Hmph, Qian Renxue, the Lucifer aura I released is enough to hinder your progress towards godhood. Even if you eventually become a god, you will not be a perfect angel god,"
Qian Renshang muttered to himself, a cold smile playing on his lips.
His voice rang out clearly in the desolate wilderness, filled with deep resentment and provocation.
He had just released a trace of Lucifer's aura, and this mysterious and powerful force quietly merged into the aura of Martial Soul City, like planting an imperceptible bomb on Qian Renxue's path to godhood.
That aura was invisible and colorless, yet it contained boundless evil and destructive power, enough to disrupt Qian Renxue's path to godhood and cast a shadow over her future.
Having done all this, Qian Renshang knew he couldn't afford the slightest slackening.
He understood that slowing down his opponent's development was only the first step; more importantly, he needed to improve his own strength.
He stood still, eyes slightly closed, taking a deep breath, as if inhaling all the surrounding air into his lungs.
"Next, it's time for me to accelerate my pace; I too need to become a god..."
Qian Renshang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as firm as iron, a clear goal in his heart.
His eyes burned with a thirst for power and a determination for the future.
He was preparing to improve himself, and his target had already been chosen: Seagod Island!
Seagod Island, the only publicly known place of divine inheritance on the Douluo Continent.
Besides the Angel Temple of the Spirit Hall, Seagod Island was the most mysterious and powerful.
Legend has it that the land holds the legacy of the Sea God, inspiring longing and awe in countless Soul Masters.
It's a land shrouded in mysterious power, where waves crash against the shore, creating a deafening roar that seems to whisper ancient tales.
"It's said that Sea God Island is extremely xenophobic, unwelcoming to land-based Soul Masters.
But so what? I'm not going there to beg for their approval,"
Qian Renshang muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with determination. His voice was deep and powerful, as if declaring his resolve to the entire world.
Qian Renshang decided to embark on his journey to Sea God Island to steal the divine power and accelerate his path to becoming a fallen angel.
That's right, steal the divine power!
Of course, he couldn't become the Sea God; after all, he was currently on the side of the Soul Beasts, which would ultimately put him in opposition to these human deities!
However… it wouldn't be a problem.
He wouldn't inherit the divine position, but he could utilize its power to turn the tables on them.
"As long as I don't casually reveal my twelve-winged fallen angel martial soul to complete the divine trial, I shouldn't be easily locked on..."
"Besides, one day in the divine realm is equivalent to one year on the earth!"
"It also takes time for the angel god to transmit the news from here, which means I can completely exploit the time difference."
Time is Qian Renshang's greatest weapon!
The saying "One day in the God Realm is equivalent to a year underground" is no joke.
"Hopefully... there's still time!"
He unleashed his twelve-winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul, his figure soaring through the sky like a ghost, speeding towards the southwest coast of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Meanwhile!
Deep beneath the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong stood alone in this mysterious and oppressive space.
The surrounding stone walls exuded an ancient and cold aura, as if telling tales of endless vicissitudes.
Before her, the terrifying Rakshasa God statue stood tall, its ferocious face appearing even more sinister in the dim light.
A strange purple aura swirled around the statue, sending chills down one's spine.
Bibi Dong's eyes were tightly closed, beads of sweat covering her forehead, her face slightly contorted with pain.
Her body trembled slightly, each breath feeling exceptionally heavy.
The power of the divine trial surged through her mental world like a raging tide, countless illusions appearing in her mind.
There were past loves and hates, the menacing mockery of enemies, and unattainable dreams and desires.
She bit her lip, struggling to suppress a painful groan.
The unwavering resolve in her heart burned like a flame, sustaining her through endless suffering. Even on the verge of mental collapse, she resisted with her powerful will.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, only her heavy breathing and the faint fluctuations of divine energy echoing in the silent space.
After an unknown amount of time, Bibi Dong finally awoke slowly.
Her eyelashes fluttered gently, and she slowly opened her eyes, which held both boundless majesty and weariness.
A confident and proud smile bloomed on her face.
In an instant, a powerful force surged forth from her body like a raging torrent.
The surrounding air rippled with this force, forming visible concentric circles.
Bibi Dong slowly stood up, her robes fluttering, her long hair dancing in the wind.
She felt the new, boundless power within her, her heart filled with joy and a sense of accomplishment.
All the pain and torment of the past had transformed into badges of success.
"The eighth test, finally complete!"
"I finally succeeded... I, Bibi Dong, am truly the chosen one!"
"Hahaha..."
Her voice echoed in the vast space, filled with unwavering determination.
(End of Chapter)
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