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The entire city of Spirit Hall was shrouded in an aura of evil. If there was still any place that held a trace of divinity, it was only within the Douluo Hall.
Inside Douluo Hall, a statue of the Angel God radiated a gentle light, dispelling evil and bringing forth light. This was the very place Bibi Dong longed to destroy.
But it couldn't be destroyed through sheer violence alone. Bibi Dong used the power of the Rakshasa God to continuously awaken the darkness within people's hearts, hoping to erase all faith in the Angel God. Her goal was to completely annihilate this sacred place.
Moreover, the Angel God's Inheritance Realm—a secret dimension tied to the Angel legacy—was hidden within the very statue of the Angel God. At this moment, Qian Renxue's trial had reached a critical stage.
When Bibi Dong became a god, Qian Daoliu had sacrificed his own life for the sake of Spirit Hall and the Angel lineage, opening the path for Qian Renxue to ascend to godhood.
The final trial was, as always, a test of the heart. All the darkness buried within Qian Renxue's soul was dredged up.
Her father had died early, her mother never loved her. Her childhood was cold and empty. She had been sent to the Heaven Dou Empire as a spy, enduring a treacherous life of deceit. And Qian Daoliu, who willingly sacrificed himself just so she could become a god.
These memories bound Qian Renxue's heart, preventing her from finding true freedom—or perhaps, preventing her from truly facing herself.
As she began to waver and question everything, two figures flashed through her mind—Bibi Dong and Wang Li.
The images flickered briefly, but Qian Renxue's gaze grew resolute once more:
"I will become a god.
For the world, I must stand against my mother. I cannot allow Bibi Dong—who has fallen into madness—to destroy this continent.
And for myself, I must defeat Wang Li with my own hands. He is the genius I once acknowledged. Though his talent was never as great as mine, his perseverance astounds me. With lesser potential, he has achieved far more.
I will no longer run from my past—because that is all it is: the past. In the future, I will wield the power of the Angel God to eradicate evil and uphold justice."
In that moment of sudden clarity, Qian Renxue shattered the final mental chains and passed the last trial.
No human is perfect, and neither are gods. But as a god, at the very least, one must remain true to their conscience. One must not commit evil and dress it up in the name of justice—that is the vilest form of blasphemy.
Within the temple, an intense golden light erupted. Bathed in that radiance, a golden liquid flowed like water across Qian Renxue's sacred body—her Angel God Armor taking form.
The golden liquid quickly covered her, solidifying into radiant armor. Shoulder plates, breastplate, abdominal armor, and skirt armor formed in tight, streamlined layers, all shimmering in brilliant gold. Intricate flame-like runes were etched into the plating, exuding divinity, light, beauty, and splendor.
And the transformation didn't end there. Her original nine spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, three black, and two red—under the enhancement of divine power, evolved into six black and three red rings. Beyond these, a tenth spirit ring appeared—shimmering with resplendent gold. Under its glow, even her first nine rings were tinged with a divine golden hue.
It was the hallmark of a true god-level expert—the Tenth Ring, a God-level Spirit Ring.
As the energy in the temple gradually calmed, Qian Renxue had fully ascended. She was now the Angel God, wearing divine armor, wielding the Sacred Angel Sword, with the emblem of a tiny angel shining brilliantly on her forehead.
Opening her eyes, a trace of sorrow flickered within them:
"Grandfather… I've finally become a god.
But sadly, you're no longer here to see it…"
But soon, Qian Renxue gathered herself. Her expression hardened with firm determination as she spoke in a solemn tone:
"Let me use the Sacred Angel Sword to sever all these entangled fates.
Bibi Dong… the twisted bond between us ends now.
You never should have dragged so many innocent people into this."
With those words, Qian Renxue took a step forward. A golden halo swirled before her, condensing into a golden vortex. As she stepped into it, she vanished—only to reappear moments later, already within Douluo Hall.
In front of the Divine Statue of the God of Heaven, the six elders—including Golden Crocodile Douluo—were overwhelmed with emotion upon seeing Qian Renxue appear. They immediately bowed in respect.
"Young Mistress!"
Qian Renxue gave a slight nod, about to speak words of reassurance—when she suddenly sensed the residual shockwaves of battle in the sky. Her expression changed slightly, and in a flash, she took to the air.
The moment she emerged, she witnessed a shocking scene: Wang Li was fighting Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong was immensely powerful—at least, based on Qian Renxue's senses, her aura was in no way inferior to her own. In fact, Bibi Dong's presence felt even more aggressive and threatening.
And yet, under Wang Li's assault, she was utterly powerless. Her Rakshasa God Armor had already been shattered, and now Bibi Dong stood drenched in blood, looking more like a malevolent spirit than a divine being.
Even though Wang Li had not become a god, his attributes in every aspect had completely overwhelmed Bibi Dong. With nothing but his raw strength, he had beaten her to the brink of death.
With his final blow, Wang Li—still in his thousand-meter-tall battle form—thrust his Blue Silver Tyrant Spear through Bibi Dong's body, nearly tearing her in two.
Even a god had reached the end of her life. Bibi Dong, full of bitterness and unwillingness, glared with eyes full of hatred. With the last of her strength, she uttered a curse:
"I will not die.
As long as evil remains in the hearts of mankind, I will return.
And when I do, I will seek revenge against you.
I will destroy this world. I will annihilate the entire Angel lineage!"
Gods command the laws of the world—their words shape reality. The curse Bibi Dong unleashed with the last of her divine power had already begun to take effect.
But the cost was everything. She didn't even have the strength to struggle. Her life was snuffed out completely by Wang Li's spear.
Wang Li remained unmoved by her curse. Even if she were to be resurrected, he was confident he could kill her again. Then he turned his gaze aside—he had already sensed Qian Renxue's presence.
Qian Renxue's expression was complicated. Seeing Wang Li look over, she quickly composed herself and responded calmly:
"Wang Li, we meet again.
Perhaps you've never truly seen me, but I've observed you for a long time.
What I didn't expect was that you would become this powerful—able to slay the god-ascended Bibi Dong.
Your strength is truly terrifying."
Wang Li looked at Qian Renxue, who now wore a solemn expression, and couldn't help but speak with a hint of amusement:
"Indeed, we meet again.
Back then, I always called you 'Your Highness the Crown Prince'...
But what should I call you now?"
Qian Renxue's expression froze. Her breath quickened, and she blurted out:
"You knew I was Xue Qinghe?
When did you find out?!"
Wang Li chuckled softly.
"I knew from the start."
Qian Renxue pursed her lips, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame. Wang Li had known her true identity all along, yet just now, she had still been acting mysterious. Her voice grew awkward as she asked:
"Then why didn't you expose me?"
Wang Li explained seriously:
"There was nothing in it for me.
It might've even put me in danger.
So why would I reveal it?
I figured it was safer to just play dumb."
Qian Renxue bit her lip, her pale face blushing with anger and embarrassment. Thinking back to their previous interactions—how she thought she had full control over Wang Li—it now felt laughable. He had been acting the entire time.
With a sharp motion, she summoned her Sacred Angel Sword. Three pairs of wings spread out behind her. Her spirit rings—six black, three red, one gold—circled her, radiating holy power. The divine aura of the Angel God spread outward like sunlight in darkness, banishing evil and bringing light.
"Wang Li—fight me!
I must defeat you!"
Her voice trembled with indignation and frustration—as if she had been utterly deceived.
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(End of Chapter)