"I'll also make preparations," Tang Wulin said solemnly.
Bibi Dong glanced at Dai Chengfeng, and the two exchanged a look. Dai Chengfeng nodded slightly, and Bibi Dong spoke: "We will accompany you as well. The Wind Laws have certain advantages in exploration and danger avoidance—perhaps we can be of help."
"In that case," Tang San took out a blue scale from his bosom and handed it to Qian Renxue, "This is my Sea God's Reverse Scale, containing the power of my full-force strike. At a critical moment, it may save your lives. Three months from now, meet at the Divine Realm's central hub."
He paused, then added: "During these three months, raise your strength as much as possible. The Gods' Tomb contains not only danger, but also opportunities—it buries ancient gods, and their inheritance fragments, divine artifact remains, may all become opportunities for your breakthrough. But remember, act within your capabilities. Coming back alive is more important than anything."
"Thank you, Uncle." Qian Renxue solemnly accepted the reverse scale.
Xiao Wu also stepped forward, taking a pink hairpin from her head and gently inserting it into Qian Renxue's hair: "This is my life-bound divine artifact, the 'Soft Bone Hairpin.' It can withstand one divine soul attack. Child, you must return safely."
Feeling the warm divine power coming from the hairpin, Qian Renxue's eyes grew somewhat moist: "Aunt..."
"Alright, no more sentimental words." Xiao Wu wiped the corners of her eyes, revealing a gentle smile, "You all rest well first and make your plans. Three months from now, see you in the Divine Realm."
The figures of Tang San and Xiao Wu gradually faded, finally disappearing into the night sky. God Kings come and go freely, unrestricted by space.
Only four people remained on the plain. The night wind blew, carrying waves of coolness.
"Return to the former Spirit Hall site first," Bibi Dong spoke, "Although it's abandoned, the foundation remains. We can set up some defensive and spirit-gathering formations suitable for your closed-door cultivation."
Qian Renxue and Tang Wulin nodded. The four transformed into four streaks of flowing light, flying toward the direction of the former Spirit Hall site.
Along the way, Qian Renxue couldn't help asking: "Senior Bibi Dong, why are you helping me like this? Between us... there should be no friendship to speak of."
Bibi Dong was silent for a while before slowly saying: "I'm not helping you—I'm helping myself."
"Helping yourself?"
"The end of the Wind Laws is 'karma.' I see karma threads related to me on you." Bibi Dong's voice drifted in the night wind, "The aura of that gray airflow, I'm very familiar with... familiar to the point that it seems to be a part of me. I must find out what exactly is going on."
Qian Renxue's heart trembled. She wanted to ask more, but Bibi Dong had already accelerated forward, clearly unwilling to say more.
Dai Chengfeng flew to Qian Renxue's side and said in a low voice: "During these three months, I will organize all memory fragments about the Gods' Tomb from the Wind God inheritance. Though incomplete, it's better than knowing nothing."
"Thank you, Senior." Qian Renxue said sincerely.
"No need to thank me," Dai Chengfeng looked at Bibi Dong's silhouette ahead, a trace of complexity flashing in his eyes, "I follow her because I owe her my life. Whatever she wants to do, I will do my best to help."
Tang Wulin held Qian Renxue's hand and said softly: "Xue'er, no matter what lies ahead, I will face it with you."
Qian Renxue responded with a resolute smile: "Mm, together."
The four figures streaked across the night sky, disappearing into the distant horizon. And their destination—the former Spirit Hall site, that once magnificent architectural complex that ruled the continent, had now been abandoned for ten thousand years, quietly awaiting their arrival.
The night grew deeper, the sky full of stars. But if one looked closely, they would find that the light of certain stars seemed dimmer than usual, as if shrouded by an invisible haze.
And among those stars, certain ancient existences also seemed to be slowly awakening from slumber because of this newborn Angelic divine power.
The eyes in the Abyss opened.
When Qian Renxue's group of four arrived at the former Spirit Hall site, it was already deep into the night.
Ten thousand years was enough to turn the most magnificent architecture into ruins. The once sky-piercing Pope's Hall now only remained as broken walls and crumbling ruins. Massive stone pillars lay haphazardly in the weeds, exquisite reliefs eroded beyond recognition by wind and rain. Moonlight shone upon these ruins, casting long, twisted shadows, appearing exceptionally desolate.
But even so, one could still imagine the former glory from what remained.
Qian Renxue stood in the center of the ruins, speechless for a long time. This was where her ancestors once ruled, where the glory of the Angel Clan resided. Yet ten thousand years had passed, and glory had turned to dust, leaving only these silent ruins to speak of time's ruthlessness.
"Sentiment is useless," Bibi Dong's voice came from behind, "Hurry and recover. Your divine power has recovered less than ten percent. Entering the Gods' Tomb in such a state is no different from seeking death."
She walked to a relatively flat open space, her hands forming seals. Cyan Wind Laws surged from her hands, intertwining into complex patterns in the air, then slowly descending to imprint upon the ground.
With her movements, residual soul power in the ruins was activated, gathering from all directions. Those buried fragments of spirit-gathering formations deep within the ruins actually began to reactivate under the stimulation of the Wind Laws. Though far inferior to their former state, they were still several times denser than the outside world.
"The foundation of the formations here remains. I made some simple repairs—they can barely be used." Bibi Dong looked at Dai Chengfeng, "Set up vigilance and defenses around the perimeter. Though Sea God Island probably won't return, caution never hurts."
Dai Chengfeng nodded, his figure transforming into a gust of wind and disappearing into various parts of the ruins. Wherever he passed, nearly invisible wind barriers quietly rose, enveloping the entire former Spirit Hall site.
Tang Wulin helped Qian Renxue sit down on a relatively intact stone platform: "Xue'er, you regulate your breathing first. I'll stand guard for you."
Qian Renxue nodded, sitting cross-legged and closing her eyes. Golden Angelic divine power slowly surged from within her body, condensing behind her into the phantom of six wings of light. But compared to when she fought Sea God Island earlier, the wings of light now appeared much dimmer, their edges even somewhat blurred—this was the manifestation of excessive divine power consumption.
Tang Wulin stood guard nearby, his Golden Dragon Spear planted at his side, vigilantly watching the surroundings.
After finishing the spirit-gathering formation, Bibi Dong also found a place to sit, but she didn't cultivate. Instead, she looked up at the starry sky, wondering what she was thinking about.
The night passed in silence.
At the same time, in the Divine Realm, at the Central Divine Temple.
This was the power core of the Divine Realm, jointly governed by the five God Kings. At this moment, five figures sat facing each other around the circular table at the temple's center.
In the center was Tang San—Sea God, Asura God dual divine positions, enforcer of the Divine Realm. To his left was the God of Destruction, clad in purple-black divine armor, his face shrouded in shadow. To his right was the Goddess of Life, with emerald green long hair, gentle yet majestic. On the outer sides were the God of Goodness and the God of Evil, this married pair of God Kings always inseparable.
"Tang San, are you certain you want to open the seal of the Gods' Tomb?" The God of Destruction's voice was low and filled with oppressive force, "You should know the taboo of that place. The resentments accumulated from the Ancient God War for ten thousand years—once released, the consequences would be unimaginable."
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