Chapter 22: The Candidate to Awaken the Angel Sword, Ye Guyi
Leaving the wind and snow-howling Far North Land, Lei Chen instantly returned to the Sea of Plane Origin. In the origin space filled with shimmering seven-colored light, he slowly opened his eyes, where thousands of laws seemed to be born and extinguished.
This trip to the Extreme North not only helped the Xue Di cross the heavenly tribulation, paving the way for her towards the position of the ice god, but also allowed him to devour the tribulation lightning, significantly strengthening his own Thunder God Origin. It could be said to be a bountiful harvest.
"On the Soul Beast side, the Silver Dragon King is in seclusion, Di Tian and the other Great Beasts have understood the new rules, and the Xue Di is also on the right track... This can be put aside for now."
Lei Chen pondered, his gaze turning towards the vast Douluo, to the territory belonging to human Soul Masters.
Human Soul Masters, as an indispensable and important part of the Douluo Plane, their development and potential are also related to the growth of the plane's origin. Recasting a God Position is undoubtedly the key to quickly raising the level of the plane.
Besides the already arranged position of the ice god and the Thunder God Seat held by Lei Chen himself, the next target naturally fell on the Angel God Throne.
To recast the Angel God Throne, one could not do without that divine tool. Thus, Lei Chen slowly raised his right hand and made a gentle grasping motion toward the void.
There was no earth-shattering commotion, just a seemingly casual movement. Then, deep within a sparsely populated mountain range on the Douluo, in an ancient ruin buried by vines and time, a long sword standing in the center of an altar, its body dim, suddenly let out a faint, almost imperceptible hum.
In the next moment, space rippled slightly, and the long sword vanished into thin air. When it reappeared, it was quietly floating above Lei Chen's palm.
This was the divine tool of the God of Angels—the Angel Sword.
As the former weapon of the God of Angels, a true divine tool, the Angel Sword at this moment did not live up to its name at all.
Although the blade still maintained its slender and magnificent form, the sacred runes engraved upon it were dim and lusterless. The brilliant holy light that should have been flowing had completely vanished, replaced by a dull grey color like ordinary iron. Only occasionally, at specific angles, could a faint golden afterglow be glimpsed.
The divine sword was covered in dust.
Lei Chen's fingertips lightly brushed over the cold blade. As the Plane Master, he could clearly sense the nearly exhausted divine origin within the holy sword, as well as that deep, seemingly eternal sleeping will.
"In the battle ten thousand years ago, Qian Renxue shattered her own God Position, her godhead collapsed, and you, as her Life-bound Divine Tool, were also severely damaged and fell into a deep sleep. It has been ten thousand years..." Lei Chen whispered softly, a hint of emotion in his voice.
Through his authority as the Plane Master, he could see the aftershocks of the God War ten thousand years ago. He saw how this holy sword wailed as it fell from the sky when the Angel God Throne shattered, its divine light fading as it was sealed away by time.
Ten thousand years is enough time for seas to turn into mulberry fields and for glory to return to dust. If its essence were not that of a divine tool, it would likely have rusted away long ago.
"However, sleep is not the end." Lei Chen's gaze became profound. "The dust-covered divine sword will eventually be awakened."
As for the candidate to awaken this divine sword, he had already selected one.
Lei Chen's gaze crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, landing on the edge of a city in the Sun Moon Empire where prosperity and chaos intertwined, focusing on a young girl.
She was a girl of about fourteen years old. Her figure had already begun to grow, appearing tall and vigorous. She wore a neat set of white martial attire, and her long golden hair fell to her waist like a waterfall woven from sunlight, the tips swaying gently with her movements.
Her skin was as white as snow, and her features were as exquisite as if carved by a divine craftsman. Her deep blue eyes were as clear as a lake, yet within that clarity lay a steadfastness and sharpness that did not match her age.
Despite her youth, a sense of awe-inspiring, inviolable sacredness was faintly visible between her brows, as if she were born incompatible with the filth and evil of the world.
This girl was the blood descendant left by Qian Renxue on the Douluo, a Soul Master possessing the pure Holy Angel Martial Soul—Ye Guyi.
Under Lei Chen's gaze, Ye Guyi was currently silently trailing two men in black robes with cold auras. Her movements were extremely light and agile. Using the shadows of street corners and passing pedestrians as cover, she kept her eyes locked on her targets like a lynx that had spotted its prey.
The two men in black robes did not seem to realize they were being followed. They walked all the way out of the city gates and toward a desolate, uninhabited forest in the outskirts.
Seeing the surroundings grow increasingly quiet and deserted, the two suddenly stopped and turned around abruptly.
One of them let out a raspy, ear-piercing sneer and spoke sinisterly, "Friend in the back, you've followed us for so long, won't you show yourself? Could it be that you've taken a liking to us two brothers?"
Seeing that her tracks had been exposed, Ye Guyi no longer hid. She stepped out slowly from behind a thick tree trunk. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and spilled onto her, as if plating her with a faint halo.
She stood firm, her deep blue eyes coldly scanning the two black-robed men before her, without a trace of fear in her gaze.
"Oh, it's just a little girl." The other man licked his lips, his gaze greedily scanning Ye Guyi. "Why are you following us?"
Ye Guyi did not answer their question. Instead, she questioned in a cold voice, "Thirty miles east of the city, in that small village, not a single soul was left alive overnight. The spines of all the villagers were cruelly removed, and their bodies were covered in bite marks..."
"I saw it with my own eyes. That nauseating residue of evil Soul Power is from the same source as the aura on you. Speak! Was it you?!"
The two black-robed men—or rather, Evil Soul Masters—exchanged a look. Instead of being panicked at being exposed, they revealed cruel and smug smiles, admitting it without a care.
"So what if it was? For the bones of those commoners to become resources for our cultivation is their honor!"
"What, little girl? Do you want to represent justice and destroy us?"
Hearing the other party admit to such a horrific crime so nonchalantly, the last trace of emotion in Ye Guyi's eyes vanished, leaving only pure, cold killing intent.
She stared at the two of them as if looking at two corpses. Her red lips parted slightly as she faintly uttered a few words: "You deserve to die."
In an instant, an incredibly intense golden light suddenly erupted from within her body.
The dazzling holy brilliance dispelled the gloom in the forest. A pair of pure white wings spread out from behind her, golden halos flowing along the edges of the feathers. Her aura instantly became noble and holy, and four Soul Rings—two yellow and two purple—rose from beneath her feet, rhythmically moving around her.
Holy Angel Martial Soul, Possession!