He knew this was a test from the rules of the God Realm of Douluo Continent, a selection mechanism for the Fallen Angel's divine position.
If he couldn't even pass this test, how could he become a Fallen Angel God?
Qian Renshang constantly adjusted his soul power circulation, trying to find a way to resist this repulsive force.
At the same time, he fully released the power of his Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul.
Dark power surged and roared in his sea of consciousness like a raging tide, fiercely clashing with the repulsive force.
Outside, dark power surged wildly around Qian Renshang's body, forming a huge black vortex.
Within the vortex, the faint phantom of a Fallen Angel hovered and danced, emitting low roars.
The entire Killing City was shrouded in this powerful force, and the survivors watched this scene in terror, as if the end of the world was imminent.
Time passed second by second, and Qian Renshang's struggle against the repulsive force entered a white-hot stage.
His consciousness teetered on the brink in his sea of consciousness, as if it would be completely destroyed by that powerful force at any moment.
But Qian Renshang's belief grew stronger.
"I must succeed, I cannot fail!"
He shouted inwardly.
Suddenly, an idea struck him.
He tried combining the soul power techniques he had learned in Douluo Continent with the dark power inherited from the Fallen Angel's divine position.
This was a bold attempt; failure could mean losing everything and even suffering severe backlash.
But Qian Renshang had no other choice.
He carefully guided the two powers, allowing them to merge and permeate each other. Initially, the two powers clashed, producing violent fluctuations that caused a sharp pain in Qian Renshang's sea of consciousness.
But Qian Renshang did not give up; he continuously adjusted the fusion ratio and rhythm of the two powers.
Finally, through his relentless efforts, the two forces began to gradually merge, forming a new and more powerful force.
This force, like a sharp sword, instantly pierced through the repulsive force and successfully established a connection with the Fallen Angel's divine position.
Qian Renshang's consciousness followed this force, slowly merging into the divine position.
At that moment, he seemed to be in an endless dark space, surrounded by mysterious and ancient whispers, as if recounting the legends and mission of the Fallen Angels…
However, this was merely the first step on the path to godhood.
Qian Renshang knew that many more unknown trials awaited him.
And how would the God Realm of Douluo Continent react to this soon-to-be-born "outsider" god?
Everything remained uncertain…
Qian Renshang struggled forward on that mysterious and dangerous path to godhood.
Just as his consciousness was gradually merging with the Fallen Angel's divine position, a strange light flickered within the dark power surrounding him.
The light grew stronger and stronger, eventually coalescing into a phantom figure—Lucifer.
Lucifer, this long-absent Fallen Angel god,
possessed a tall and slender figure.
Twelve pairs of jet-black wings on his back trembled gently, radiating a chilling aura of darkness.
His face was handsome yet possessed a sinister charm, his eyes flashing with blood-red light, as if able to see into the depths of one's heart.
Now that he has appeared, his gaze greedily sweeps over everything in the City of Slaughter.
He then takes a deep breath, seemingly intoxicated by the thick, evil aura, the stench of blood, and the unique atmosphere mingled with the resentment of countless souls.
"This is the feeling!"
(End of Chapter)
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