Douluo: I, the Sun God

"Now, the only hope lies with Qian Renxue. As long as she can break through, then with the combined power of two Gods, she will absolutely be able to kill Xu Yang!" In that moment, Bibi Dong suddenly recalled the image of her daughter.

When she had passed the Ninth Trial of the Rakshasa God, she had already been forced to confront her inner desires. She no longer rejected Qian Renxue the way she once did.

For the sake of the Spirit Empire, Xu Yang must die.

Even if it meant cooperating with a daughter she'd long been estranged from—so be it.

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At this moment, within the Angel God Hall, Qian Renxue was undergoing the Eighth Trial, absorbing all the spirit bones of the Angel God Set. Once she succeeded, she would begin the Ninth Trial, and fully ascend as the Angel God.

Only she herself did not yet know what awaited her on the ninth level.

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On the Sun Moon Continent, Ning Fengzhi was already approaching madness. With Sword Douluo Chen Xin as the spearhead, he launched a sweeping offensive against the continent's remaining nations. In just a few months, aside from the Sun Moon Empire, the entire continent had fallen to the Xia Empire.

His frenzy stemmed from one purpose—to help Xu Yang gather the power of faith. Every time a new nation was occupied, the organization Eternal Sun would appear and rapidly expand, operating under the structure inherited from Spirit Hall.

Ning Fengzhi had never forgotten that Xu Yang's Godhood required the support of faith. And Bibi Dong's successful ascension had only intensified his sense of urgency.

Streams of pure faith power flowed across the endless void into Xu Yang's sea of consciousness, surrounding his primordial spirit, forming clouds of mist that fully enveloped it.

"Just a bit longer… soon, the faith power will be enough. Then I can construct the Heart of the God."

The Heart of the God was the key to bearing a God Position. The Angel God had the Heart of the Angel, the Rakshasa God had the Heart of Rakshasa, the Sea God had the Heart of the Sea... and naturally, the Sun God he sought to create would need a Heart of the Sun.

Once the Heart of the Sun was condensed, Xu Yang could proceed to inherit the Asura God Position, and obtain the Heart of Asura.

But unlike ordinary Gods, Xu Yang's core was not a heart—it was the golden core within his dantian. Precisely because of this, he could bear two God Positions simultaneously, allowing the divine hearts of both to coexist without conflict.

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While Xu Yang waited for enough faith to gather and form the divine heart, Qian Renxue had already completed the Eighth Trial in the Angel God Hall, fully absorbing the final spirit bone of the Angel God Set. She was now prepared to accept the Ninth Trial.

Following behind Qian Daoliu as they approached the true Angel God Hall, Qian Renxue's heart surged with excitement. Xu Yang's image involuntarily floated to the front of her mind.

"Xu Yang, I'm about to become the Angel God. You may have strength not inferior to that of a God—but you're not one yet. When I become a God, I'll come for you. What lies between us, I'll resolve with my own hands. When that day comes, I'll give you a choice: surrender… or die. Don't disappoint me."

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Stepping into the true Angel God Hall, Qian Renxue immediately felt a wave of immense divine pressure rush toward her.

Qian Daoliu said solemnly, "Xue'er, drop your blood onto the Angel God Sword."

Taking a deep breath, Qian Renxue looked in the direction her grandfather pointed. There, a dull and unlit divine sword rested upon an altar, a golden gem set in its hilt.

She understood at once. Taking two steps forward, she cut her finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the sword.

Suddenly, Qian Renxue's right hand trembled. Her wounded middle finger was abruptly sucked onto the gem. The once smooth and polished jewel now behaved like a bloodthirsty vampire, crazily devouring her blood. Blood gushed from the wound, and her body trembled involuntarily.

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One after another, Spirit Rings floated up from her body. Whoosh—six enormous wings burst from her back, spreading wide into the air.

As her blood was drawn out, her Martial Soul was forcibly activated.

The more blood was taken, the brighter the once-dull sword became. Its light, though brilliant, was gentle. The glow gradually spread throughout the God Hall, and even the temple's statues seemed to come alive, radiating a divine aura.

Qian Daoliu's expression was filled with emotion. Golden flames ignited all around his body. He had waited far too long for this day. And for it to be his own granddaughter becoming a God—how could he not be moved?

"Grandfather, no…!" Qian Renxue shouted in desperation, trying to rush forward to stop him. She could see clearly—the flames consuming Qian Daoliu were not just his spirit power, but his very life. In just a few minutes, he would vanish forever.

But at this moment, she was firmly bound by the Angel God Sword—unable to move, unable to help.

The golden flames burned brighter and stronger. At the center of the hall, the grey Angel God Statue frantically absorbed the energy produced by the burning flames. As death neared, Qian Daoliu explained everything he knew about Bibi Dong to Qian Renxue.

With his final words spoken, Qian Daoliu vanished completely.

Qian Renxue stepped forward and pulled the Angel God Sword from its place in front of the statue. Instantly, a brilliant golden light erupted—the entire Angel God Hall became a glowing orb of radiance, like a sun piercing the darkness, illuminating the surroundings, and engulfing Qian Renxue's entire body.

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"Angel—Descent!"

A majestic voice echoed through the entire Angel God Hall.

The three pairs of pure white wings behind Qian Renxue turned golden, fully unfurled. At the same time, a surge of indescribable pain rose from both her body and her soul.

Bibi Dong's cold voice echoed in her ears. Xu Yang's calm gaze locked firmly onto her. The image of her grandfather's final moments replayed over and over in her mind…

The only thing she could do was endure.

She clung to her grandfather's final words, repeating them over and over. Gradually, her body became youthful again—returning to her eighteen-year-old appearance. Her figure grew even more perfect. Her full chest became more pronounced. Her graceful curves became flawlessly divine.

The mark between her brows—the Angel Sacred Sword—disappeared, replaced by the Six-Winged Angel Seal, a miniature version of herself.

Within the Angel God Hall, the statue of the Angel God vanished, transforming into a golden energy stream that surged into Qian Renxue's body. Her clothing disintegrated, and one golden flash after another appeared—the Angel God Armor materialized, piece by piece, covering her divine form.

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"So… it really was you, Xu Yang…"

The vision that surfaced in Qian Renxue's soul was her most vivid memory.

Seeing Xu Yang's gentle and proud expression, she wasn't surprised. If Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu had become her obsessions because of family, then Xu Yang… was the only man she didn't dislike—perhaps even admired.

Although the Xu Yang in front of her was only a memory projection created by the Angel God's Light, she couldn't help but want to draw closer.

At last, she rushed into Xu Yang's arms—finally unleashing the emotion she had buried deep in her heart.