Qian Renxue was waiting.
She wasn't in a hurry. No—she was waiting for the moment her grandfather passed on.
That had been the plan.
But now… everything had changed.
In order to seek redemption and make up for her mistakes, Bibi Dong had ascended to the God Realm alone.
Even though Qian Renxue always addressed Bibi Dong as "Sister," deep down, she knew the truth—Bibi Dong was her mother. And that truth made her anxious. Very anxious.
She didn't want Bibi Dong to face Tang San alone.
What kind of person was Tang San?
He'd already managed to break free from the meticulous web Bibi Dong had woven for him. With that kind of power and cunning, Bibi Dong might not stand a chance in the God Realm. And that worried Qian Renxue more than anything.
Ye Feng hadn't said a word today. Qian Renxue noticed. She could tell—Ye Feng was troubled too.
Bibi Dong had brought up a terrifying possibility that couldn't be ignored.
The people close to Ye Feng were currently undergoing divine trials. If Tang San managed to influence the gods to alter those trials… things could turn ugly. Really ugly.
After all, a divine trial could be anything—it might ask someone to slay a spirit beast. Or worse... it might ask them to kill a person.
What if the trial demanded they kill Ye Feng?
If they refused to complete the trial, they'd die.
If they obeyed it… they'd kill someone they cared about.
Qian Renxue understood this cruel dilemma all too well. And that's why she was determined to ascend to the God Realm herself.
But in order to do that, she had to inherit the Angel God's position.
And to inherit the position of Angel God… her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, had to die.
"Xiaoxue," Qian Daoliu said gently, "everything grows and eventually withers. That's the law of the world. Everyone has their mission… and this is mine. Don't cry for me. It's an honor for me to help give birth to a god."
Suddenly, a golden glow lit up behind him.
Qian Daoliu's body was surrounded by divine light. Nine spirit rings hovered in perfect alignment. Then, a pair of pure white wings unfurled from his back—the mark of his martial spirit: the Six-Winged Angel.
Aside from the wings, Qian Daoliu's body gleamed with golden brilliance. But compared to Qian Renxue's own divine gold, his light seemed to lack something vital.
A sharp, prism-shaped golden gem emerged from Qian Daoliu's forehead. A radiant beam shot out from it, striking the forehead of the angel statue in front of them.
Suddenly, the statue rippled like water and formed a spinning vortex.
"Child, come with me," Qian Daoliu said with a smile.
Without hesitation, he rushed into the vortex.
Qian Renxue summoned her spirit power and followed closely behind.
The moment they entered, the vortex vanished. The angel statue radiated a final beam of light before everything returned to a dead calm—almost as if nothing had happened.
Qian Renxue's vision shifted instantly. Everything around her turned gold. There was no sky, no ground—just a golden void.
She followed Qian Daoliu forward into a magnificent temple supported by six golden pillars. At the center was a complex magic formation.
This wasn't her first time here.
This was the place where she had once drawn the Angel Sword.
"My child…" Qian Daoliu's voice quivered as he turned to face her. "You've always been Grandfather's pride. Now… take that final step. Become the Angel God."
Suddenly, light exploded from his body.
His voice faded.
"Grandfather!" Qian Renxue cried out, eyes brimming with tears.
Golden flames began devouring Qian Daoliu.
He was burning his last bit of spirit power—at Rank 100—to pass on the godhood. This was the only way.
The next instant, Qian Renxue felt something flow into her… while something else was torn away.
"The Angel… descends…"
The light in the temple faded.
The angel statue disappeared completely.
And in that empty space, only Qian Renxue remained.
Her three pairs of wings fully transformed, shining with divine gold. They stretched outward. Strange, glowing lines danced across her skin.
Pain tore through her entire body. Qian Renxue wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Even lifting a finger felt like moving a mountain.
"Only success is allowed. Failure is not," she told herself through clenched teeth.
"As long as one thought remains, I will never fall."
Ye Feng's words echoed in her heart:
"The inheritance of gods is always the same—as long as a single thought survives, you cannot be destroyed."
She held on tightly to her last thread of consciousness. The burning divine power surged over her like a wave, trying to crush her completely.
Still, she didn't move.
She focused everything on keeping that little spark of awareness alive within her spiritual sea.
Time blurred.
Gradually, her mind began to change…
Qian Renxue realized she had underestimated the agony of godhood inheritance. It wasn't just her body being scorched—it was her spirit. Her very soul.
Within her mind, an illusion appeared.
A man stood before her—her father, Qian Xunji.
"Xiaoxue… I miss you. Come here. Come to Daddy."
He opened his arms, smiling warmly.
Then—
"Xiaoxue!"
A woman appeared behind him.
She smiled kindly… then suddenly pulled out a weapon and drove it through Qian Xunji's back.
Bibi Dong.
"No!!"
Qian Renxue screamed.
She tried to move—tried to stop it—but her body wouldn't obey.
She could only watch helplessly as her mother killed her father.
"That's right, Xiaoxue," Bibi Dong's illusory form said, her tone playful. "I was the one who killed your father."
Qian Renxue's mind shuddered. But then—
A faint light flickered in her thoughts.
What she didn't know… was that Ye Feng, upon witnessing mothers and daughters who treated each other like best friends, grew envious. His system had been unwilling to accept that his woman and her daughter acted like strangers.
So, it decided to change that fate.
From that moment, system power activated once again.
Qian Renxue regained clarity.
"No… Father was the one in the wrong," she whispered. "He broke up my sister and her first love. He imprisoned her, forced her to give birth to me in a hidden chamber. He even threatened her, controlling her with cruelty."
"My sister wasn't wrong. If it were me, I'd have done the same. Maybe something even crueler."
She repeated those words, comforting herself.
In her heart, she replayed the warm memories she shared with Bibi Dong lately.
Sister.
Yes… she had called Bibi Dong "sister" these past few days. They'd gone shopping together, talked about life—like best girlfriends.
Just like mother and daughter should be.
But as she found peace in those thoughts—
Another figure appeared.
"Xue Qinghe!"
Qian Renxue's heart skipped.
The man she had once killed stood in front of her.
"Xiaoxue… You made me suffer so much," he said bitterly.
But Qian Renxue didn't waver. "If it weren't for Spirit Hall, the continent would've burned in war. I tried to warn you. You didn't listen. That left me no choice. I had to kill you so others wouldn't suffer."
"But in the end, you still failed," Xue Qinghe sneered.
Qian Renxue's tone remained calm. "Even if I failed, the continent united. The United Nations was formed. Without replacing you, I wouldn't have influenced the nobles of the Heaven Dou Empire. My actions helped push that union forward. I don't regret killing you. If I had to do it again, I'd still kill you."
Xue Qinghe smiled faintly.
And vanished.
One by one, others Qian Renxue had killed appeared before her—the second prince, the third prince, many nobles of the empire.
But her heart didn't waver.
She had no regrets.
Until…
One final figure appeared.
This time, her heart trembled.
"Ye… Feng!"
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