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Spirit Hall City, Elder Hall.
Qian Daoliu knelt before the statue of the Angel God, his eyes closed in prayer.
His aura grew increasingly serene and sacred, imbued with a divine and detached quality that seemed otherworldly.
The door creaked open, and Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, calmly asking, "Is there something you need?"
Qian Jun, clad in a white robe embroidered with gold, and Jiang Mo, in a red robe embroidered with silver, entered from the left and right.
Qian Jun spoke first, asking, "Is it true that the young lady will soon undergo the final inheritance of the Angel God?"
Jiang Mo hesitated before asking, "Then High Priest, you…"
Understanding what he wanted to ask, Qian Daoliu replied, "That's right, I will die, but for the glory of the Angel God to be restored, some sacrifices are necessary, it is my honor… How did you learn of this?"
Qian Jun answered, "Having lived for so many years, one always learns a little more, piecing together legends about the gods from subtle clues."
Jiang Mo continued, "Besides, High Priest, your recent behavior has been very strange, as if you are preparing for your own funeral."
Qian Daoliu shook his head and chuckled, "Is it that obvious…? From now on, the task of guarding Spirit Hall City will be entrusted to you two, you must not allow any villains to cause trouble here."
Golden Crocodile was stationed in Heaven Dou City with Bibi Dong, so the strongest combat power in Spirit Hall at this time, apart from Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, was them two.
The two of them working together could defeat even Guang Ling, Azure Luan, and Xionglin, whose soul power was one level higher than theirs.
"Now?" Qian Jun frowned slightly.
"Yes, in a little while, I will go and start Xue'er's final god assessment." Qian Daoliu nodded.
"Heh… it's all coming together… it seems I must do something." Douluo Jiang Mo's voice changed.
Qian Daoliu's expression froze for a moment, then returned to normal, he stood up and faced Qian Jun and Jiang Mo: "Who are you? Where are Qian Jun and Jiang Mo?"
Qian Jun and Jiang Mo simultaneously plucked a monocle from the void and placed it on their right eye, both arching their lips into identical smiles, their expressions, demeanor, and movements completely synchronized, as if they were one person.
"Long time no see, High Priest." "Qian Jun" spoke in a voice completely different from his own.
Hearing this slightly familiar voice, Qian Daoliu's expression became grave: "Amon?"
"That's right, it's me." "Jiang Mo" replied.
"So you haven't died after all, what happened in Night Capital was just a play… Instead of properly gathering faith to prepare to condense a godhood, what are you doing coming to Spirit Hall?" Qian Daoliu's tone was somewhat icy.
"Qian Jun" said, "You should have guessed what kind of godhood I want to condense… Naturally, it's to steal something."
"Openly revealing it, that is not the behavior of a thief…" Qian Daoliu said in a deep voice.
Amon, controlling Qian Jun's body, adjusted his monocle:
"Heh, how do you know that I haven't sent other avatars? While I am chatting with you here, what are my other avatars doing?"
"Xiaoxue!" Qian Daoliu's expression changed, and just as he was about to use telepathy to contact Qian Renxue, he saw the surrounding environment change, and bones surged towards him.
They covered the walls, climbed onto the pillars supporting the hall, and embedded themselves in the dome, staring at the center from all directions with empty eyes.
The entire hall also became more empty and spacious.
The Corpse Cathedral!
However, compared to the Corpse Cathedral that accommodated the entire Utopia, this church was obviously much smaller… This was a part that Amon had specially cut off from the cathedral.
Because he guessed that when the main body entered the place where the inheritance ceremony was held, some things might not be connected.
The domain space of soul bones, the connection of fate, and the like, would be restricted… And the facts proved that this was indeed the case.
"Domain?" Qian Daoliu frowned, "What a peculiar domain… It doesn't have the ability to magnify oneself or weaken the opponent, it seems to only be used to trap people."
"Being able to trap people and cut off their connection with the outside world is enough… When the levels are comparable, the more singular the function, the more powerful and unbreakable that singular function will be." "Jiang Mo" said with a smile.
"Speaking of which, we haven't fought before, and I have been curious about you for a long time, so let me see, what is the demeanor of the hero who stirred up the world and made this era go berserk to this extent." Golden flames ignited in Qian Daoliu's eyes.
Three pairs of wings appeared behind him, and faintly, a huge, blurry figure could be seen behind him.
Amon controlled the bodies of "Qian Jun" and "Jiang Mo" to distance themselves.
He was just a clone, and without the remote support of the main body, he could not confront Qian Daoliu head-on.
… … … …
"Caw…" A crow with a white circle on its right eye flew towards Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue looked at the approaching bird, slightly puzzled:
"Hu Liena's pet? Isn't she in Spirit Hall City handling government affairs for Mom? When did she come back?"
Just then, she suddenly felt a burst of danger, that crow suddenly erupted with a shocking soul power fluctuation, and in the blink of an eye, it came from dozens of meters away, right in front of her.
Its time seemed to have sped up, so fast that even Qian Renxue, who had become a Limit Douluo, couldn't react in time and was pierced through the abdomen.
Qian Renxue's pupils shrank, although she had only been a Limit Douluo for a short time and could not freely mobilize her power, she could not be easily injured by just anyone or any soul beast.
She wanted to use the Angel God's power to heal her wound, but found that there was an invisible force surrounding the wound, preventing the Angel God's healing power from working.
Moreover, this force spread from the wound to her whole body, making it impossible for her to remove it by cutting off a part of her body tissue.
"Hu Liena? No, she doesn't have this ability yet… Who exactly are you?"
Qian Renxue's first reaction was that Hu Liena wanted to harm her for the position of Pope, but she immediately ruled out this possibility.
She covered her wound with one hand, held her sword in the other, spread her six wings behind her, and stared at the crow, asking loudly.
The crow stroked its right eye with its wing and gave her a slightly mocking smile.
That gaze, that action, instantly reminded Qian Renxue of a certain formidable figure, and she said in a low voice, "Amon?"
The crow looked at the illusory clock figure visible only to himself on Qian Renxue's wound, and nodded in satisfaction.
This was an ability he had preserved through "theft" after using his main body, allowing him to delay time and slow the recovery speed of the wound.
… … … …
In the desolate and silent space, Bibi Dong, her body covered in black and purple patterns, held the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, her face pale, as if she had just experienced something extremely painful.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a figure walking on the wilderness to her left. She braced herself, preparing to face the newcomer.
It was a slender young man wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat. He seemed to be walking very slowly, but space seemed to become chaotic, appearing distorted, allowing him to move dozens of meters with each step.
He quickly arrived in front of Bibi Dong, his eyes scanning her up and down:
"Tsk… … Although this appearance is still not great, at least it's much better than the giant spider form."
Bibi Dong's eyes were wary, and she asked in an unkind tone, "How did you get in here? What are you doing here?"
Amon chuckled and said, "If you can obtain the Rakshasa God's inheritance and enter this space, why can't I? Like the Asura God, the Rakshasa God chooses successors by casting a wide net… …"
He didn't have any Rakshasa God inheritance; instead, he "deceived" the rules to enter here.
Amon had once cooperated with Bibi Dong, helping her hunt suitable soul beasts during the beast tide… … The soul beasts he helped her hunt were also known as "Amon Beasts"… … In those two soul rings, "Worms of Time" were still lurking.
"What did you say?" Bibi Dong looked surprised as she looked at the shadowy, owl-like figure in the sky, her eyes filled with inquiry.
The illusory shadow was also stunned at this moment. Just now, for a moment, it really felt the aura of the Rakshasa God's inheritance from Amon.
Although it was fleeting, although it was extremely weak… … it was indeed the aura of the Rakshasa God's inheritance, identical to Bibi Dong's.
Amon pinched his monocle and smiled, "Just kidding, I don't have any Rakshasa God inheritance. Enough nonsense, let's have a fight."
Bibi Dong's eyes revealed a strong sense of doubt. Amon didn't seem like someone who would fight fair and square.
She had the same illusion as Tang San, thinking that this was Amon's phantom in the god trial, not a real existence.
… … … …
Night Capital, the "Thunder God's" Seat.
Lei Yin sat upright on the silver-white chair, surrounded by endless lightning.
Streaks of electric snakes roamed on the pillars, dome, and arches of the hall.
The hall was not completely enclosed; there was a circular hole in the roof, and through the hole, one could see thick thunderclouds in the sky.
Romier slowly walked in from the entrance, his legs covered with a layer of barrier, protecting himself from the lightning roaming on the ground.
He smiled, opened his mouth, and asked, "Are you going to try to become a god through faith?"
"Yes, it's about time… … Although I'm not very confident, I have to try. If I delay any longer, I'm afraid I won't have a chance."
Romier said, "I think you should slow down a little and postpone it for a while longer."
Lei Yin narrowed his eyes and stared at Romier: "Your meaning? Or that person's meaning?"
Romier curled the corners of his mouth, sketching a smile, and plucked a crystal-textured monocle from the void, placing it on his right eye:
"Naturally, it's my meaning."
Lei Yin's face became serious: "How exactly did my sister die?"
Romier chuckled softly: "Heh, who said your sister died? Why don't you think about it again carefully."
Lei Yin's expression froze as he recalled his conversation with Amon that night. Maybe… … it seemed… … it was as if… … Amon really hadn't said anything like "Yan Jin is dead."
In addition to feeling embarrassed, he asked somewhat excitedly: "Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course, it's the truth. At least, she hasn't died yet."
"Okay, I will postpone the attempt." Lei Yin nodded seriously.
After a moment of pause, he suddenly said to Romier, "Take off that ridiculous monocle. You don't resemble him at all."
"Eh? When did you realize I was pretending to be the Captain?" Romier asked curiously as he took off the monocle.
"That aura on you that makes people want to beat you up hasn't been restrained at all." Lei Yin's tone carried a hint of a smile.
"Is that so… …" Romier wiped the monocle with silk and put it back on.
He forced a smile: "Is there a possibility that I am pretending to be Romier pretending to be me?"
Looking at Romier, whose temperament had become profound and mysterious, Lei Yin felt a chill in his heart and whispered, "Amon?"
… … … …
Controlling the progress of those with the potential to become gods, making their time of godhood as close as possible, has always been part of Amon's strategic needs.
But perhaps the control was too effective; Tang San, Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong, and Lei Yin were about to take that step one after another in two or three days!
Because the time was too close, it also did not meet Amon's needs. At most, he could choose one of them to try to steal from, unable to attack everyone at the same time.
But as it was now, if the attempt failed, there would be no second chance.
So, after Tang San started the ninth trial, the main body and most of the avatars turned their attention to the Sea God's trial, preparing to act according to the original plan.
At the same time, he sent out avatars to invade Bibi Dong's ninth god trial, delaying her progress.
Injuring Qian Renxue and Qiandao Liu, causing their condition to decline, and postponing the start time of the ninth trial.
Using Yan Jin's news to make Lei Yin temporarily obey his arrangements and prevent him from becoming a god through faith.
All of this was for one thing, and it was also the result that the Council of Amons had voted out from the beginning:
Before I become a god, no one else is allowed to become a god!
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