Chapter 120 Qian Lin Isn't Dead? Six-Winged Angel of Light and Destruction!
God Realm, Angel Temple.
The atmosphere here is sacred and tranquil, completely different from the tense atmosphere in the lower realm.
Qian Yuhan stood in the center of the temple, seeing everything that happened in the lower realm through the celestial canopy.
When that deafening dragon roar echoed across the edge of the God Realm, Qian Yuhan's beautiful face did not show too much surprise, but rather a deep sense of nostalgia and loss.
"This aura... in the end, it couldn't be suppressed after all?"
Qian Yuhan sighed softly, her gaze softening, her thoughts seemingly drifting back 'decades' ago.
At that time, she had not yet ascended to the God Realm, and was still training on the Douluo Continent.
And the owner of that dragon roar was none other than her and Wei Yuan's child, Qian Lin.
"Lin'er..."
Qian Yuhan murmured softly.
When she inherited the Angel Godhood and ascended to the God Realm, she originally intended to take Qian Lin with her.
He was appointed Chief Priest of the Angelic Temple, granted eternal life.
But who could have imagined that the moment the divine light of ascension enveloped Qian Lin, a sudden change would occur?
The pure, sacred attributes of the angelic power unexpectedly stimulated the dormant paternal bloodline within Qian Lin—the domineering and unparalleled Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon bloodline belonging to Wei Yuan!
At that moment, holiness and destruction intertwined, light and darkness collided.
Qian Yuhan was astonished to discover that the potential within his son was even more terrifying than his own, a first-level god!
It was a power capable of breaking the rules, even touching the realm of a God-King!
To prevent the rules of the divine realm from binding his son's future, and to give him a chance to ascend to the supreme divine position, Qian Yuhan made a painful decision.
She left Qianlin on Douluo Continent, letting him train alone to fuse the two diametrically opposed extreme powers within him.
However, the bloodline of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon was too domineering, making the fusion with the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul incredibly difficult.
Qianlin wasted hundreds of years on Douluo Continent, his cultivation already reaching the level of a demigod at level ninety-nine, just one step away from becoming a god.
Yet, he could never take that final step.
Finally, disheartened, Qianlin made a choice.
He returned to Martial Soul City, the place where his mother had become a god.
Using the angel statue within the Douluo Palace, a statue imbued with the faith of countless believers, as a medium, Qianlin sealed himself within, using the power of faith to harmonize the dragon blood and divine power within him, falling into a long slumber.
He awaited the day he would break free from his cocoon and soar to the heavens.
"I originally thought it would take you a thousand years to fully awaken."
Qian Yuhan looked at Huo Yuhao in the celestial image, who was speaking eloquently and prophesying the demise of the angel race, a cold glint in his eyes:
"I didn't expect that the appearance of this celestial screen, and that so-called 'tragic future,' would awaken the violence in your heart prematurely."
"Indeed... As Wei Yuan's son, how could he possibly sit still when he heard that his descendant would be dethroned, and even his home would be stolen?"
Lower Realm, Spirit City, Douluo Hall.
"Crack—crack—"
The teeth-grinding cracking sounds grew more and more frequent.
Under that terrifying dragon's might, Qian Daoliu was forced to kneel on the ground, unable to even lift his head.
Qian Daoliu looked in horror at the statue representing his family's faith, which was now crumbling like porcelain.
"No...unbelievable..."
"The statue...is alive?!"
Just as Qian Daoliu trembled, the golden layer on the surface of the statue completely exploded!
Boom—!!!
A dark purple beam of light shot into the sky, instantly piercing the dome of the Douluo Palace and soaring into the clouds!
Within that beam of light, there were neither holy angels nor ferocious dragons.
There was only one tall, slender man, shirtless, with long, flowing hair.
He hovered in mid-air, his eyes tightly closed.
His left side was covered in pure white, jade-like feather patterns, radiating a sacred glow; while his right side was covered in dark purple dragon scales, each scale burning with destructive flames, appearing ferocious and domineering.
Behind him, six enormous wings slowly unfurled.
The three wings on the left were flawless white, surrounded by holy light.
The three wings on the right were purple-gold bone wings, exuding a vast dragon's might!
Finally, the man slowly opened his eyes.
His left eye was golden, and his right eye was a purple-gold vertical pupil!
An ancient aura from hundreds of years ago instantly swept across the entire area.
Qian Lin!
This demigod ancestor, who had slumbered within the statue for hundreds of years, had finally awakened!
He didn't look at Qian Daoliu at his feet, nor at Qian Renxue beside him, who was on the verge of martial soul mutation.
Instead, he slightly raised his head, his heterochromatic pupils fixed on Huo Yuhao, who was boasting about Tang San's achievements, and Tang San, who looked smug.
Qian Lin cracked his neck, making a crisp "crack crack" sound, and a smile, identical to Wei Yuan's, filled with evil and arrogance, curled at the corner of his mouth:
"Ten thousand years later?"
"Tang San? Sea God? Asura God?"
"Kill my descendant? Shatter my angelic godhood?"
Qian Lin's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of the Shrek Academy members throughout the entire Spirit City, and even through some kind of connection to the sky:
"I just took a nap, and now all the younger generation is this arrogant?"
"Since that's the case..."
Qian Lin clenched his right hand in the air, and a dark purple spear, wrapped with a dragon soul, appeared out of thin air.
Qian Lin pointed at the sky, his killing intent boiling:
"Then I'll emerge from seclusion today, first slaughtering you in the present, then going to the future to destroy your godhood!"
"I want to see who dares to touch the Qian family!"
Qian Daoliu knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the half-god, half-demon man in mid-air, his aura overwhelming.
This person… sprang from a divine statue?
And judging by his posture, not only did he possess the sacred aura of the angel race, but the terrifying dragon might was unheard of.
More importantly, the other party kept referring to himself as "a member of the Qian family," "my descendant."
This generation… must be incredibly high!
Seeing the man's murderous intent, seemingly about to burst out of the Douluo Palace and directly attack the sky or Shrek Academy, Qian Daoliu was terrified.
Although he didn't know just how strong this ancestor was, the sky was unpredictable, even the God Realm couldn't interfere.
If he rashly attacked and violated some taboo, wouldn't that only worsen the situation for the Spirit Hall?
"Ancestor! Wait! Wait!"
Qian Daoliu, disregarding his dignity as a powerful figure, scrambled forward, shouting loudly.
Qian Lin, mid-air, paused.
He slowly lowered his head, his heterochromatic pupils coldly sweeping over Qian Daoliu.
That gaze was almost tangible, like two sharp swords piercing the depths of Qian Daoliu's soul.
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