With the sudden departure of the three peak experts, the oppressive pressure over Spirit City slowly began to fade.
Yet the atmosphere remained extremely tense. Seeing that the situation could easily spiral into chaos, two figures of Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo quickly stepped forward from the side of the platform.
Both of them were long-standing elders of Spirit Hall and had dealt with countless unexpected situations before.
Ghost Douluo's shadowy figure drifted to the front while Chrysanthemum Douluo adjusted his robe and looked over the crowd with a sharp gaze.
They had already prepared themselves for a commotion.
After all, the sudden eruption of two Level 99 auras in the middle of a public funeral was more than enough to throw the entire ceremony into panic.
Many of the weaker soul masters should have been collapsing under the pressure by now.
At the very least—The crowd should have descended into loud confusion and fear.
Yet…that didn't happen. Instead—The entire square had fallen into a pin-drop silence.
Thousands of people stood frozen in place.
The strange stillness even made Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo feel slightly uneasy.
Chrysanthemum Douluo frowned.
"What's going on…?"
Meanwhile, not far away in the crowd—Ning Fengzhi slowly removed his glasses.
The lenses had become foggy from the thin layer of sweat forming on his face.
His usually steady hands were trembling slightly.
Beside him, Gu Rong looked even worse. The Bone Douluo's face had turned pale, and his gaze remained locked on the platform as if he had seen something unbelievable.
On the platform, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo were still trying to figure out why the crowd had become so strangely silent.
Then slowly…They noticed that every single pair of eyes—was staring behind them.
A faint chill suddenly ran down Chrysanthemum Douluo's spine.
He and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, then both of them turned around at the same time.
The moment they did— Their pupils shrank violently.
Qian Renxue sat casually on the edge of the coffin, one leg lightly swinging in the air as if she were watching an entertaining play.
Her golden hair flowed down her shoulders and her glowed with a deep, mysterious purple light.
A pair of beautiful yet unsettling eyes filled with amusement. As if she were thoroughly enjoying the reactions of everyone present.
And behind her head—Seven radiant golden rings floated slowly in the air like halos.
The rings shimmered with a divine brilliance that made the surrounding space ripple faintly.
An indescribable pressure emanated from them. The sight was both sacred…and terrifying.
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The ancestral land of the Clear Sky Clan was hidden deep within a vast mountain range.
The towering peaks stood like ancient guardians, forming a natural barrier between the territories of the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire. Steep cliffs and winding canyons cut through the landscape, making it nearly impossible for ordinary people to locate the clan's true entrance.
At this moment—a streak of blue light flashed silently between the narrow canyons.
The surrounding wind trembled for an instant before the light slowly condensed into a graceful figure of Bo Saixi.
The High Priestess of Sea God Island stood quietly upon a cliff overlooking the hidden valley.
Her long blue robes fluttered slightly in the mountain wind. She looked toward the distant entrance of the Clear Sky Clan before softly murmuring to herself.
"The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud has been placed not far from the entrance… just as Lord Poseidon requested."
Her voice was calm, yet after speaking those words, her expression slowly grew complicated.
Her gaze unconsciously wandered toward the depths of the valley, a faint trace of sadness appeared in her eyes.
'Where have you gone Tang Chen?'
Tang Chen was the person who had won her approval and her love. In their last meeting he had claimed he will formally propose to her after he achieved godhood, before going on a journey and disappearing.
Years had passed since his sudden disappearance.
During all that time, Bo Saixi had remained on Sea God Island, faithfully guarding the Sea God's inheritance.
As the sea God island was away from the main land, she did not receive any reliable information about Tang Chen.
Standing alone among the silent mountains, Bo Saixi felt an unfamiliar heaviness in her heart.
But before her thoughts could linger any longer—Her expression suddenly changed.
Her eyes sharpened instantly as she turned around. The space behind her had begun to distort violently.
A terrifying spatial fluctuation rippled through the canyon like invisible waves.
Someone was forcefully tearing open space itself and it was more than one person.
Bo Saixi's brows furrowed slightly as she carefully sensed the approaching auras.
One of them…felt extremely familiar. Like an endless sun radiating light and fire.
Her pupils narrowed slightly.
"Qian… Daoliu."
Another aura followed closely behind which was completely different: cold and dark.
It carried a terrifying sense of death that seemed capable of devouring everything around it.
Even Bo Saixi felt a faint discomfort from that power.
The third aura was powerful as well—Though clearly weaker than the first two.
It was brutal, wild, and filled with the violent ferocity of a primordial beast.
Within only a few seconds— The distorted space in front of her cracked open.
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(AN: The Qian Renxue that appeared is a virtual persona. This is the Virtual Persona created by God Level Qian Renxue. So what is this virtual persona doing here?)