Chapter 316: Ah Yin's Mourning Sacrifice, Qian Renchuan Goes Mad
Spirit Hall, Douluo Hall.
"Grandfather, this isn't true! Father can't be gone!"
Qian Renchuan's eyes bulged with fury, tears streaming uncontrollably from them, his whole body trembling. His father was dead—his father had died. His father, who was invincible, magnificent, handsome, loving, wise, generous, brilliant, and majestic… any superlative describing a man's charm could be used for that perfect father. He was gone. To protect him, to buy time for his escape, he had self-detonated, killed by that treacherous, evil, shameless, selfish, disloyal, unrighteous, inhumane, and unfilial fiend—Bibi Dong.
After returning to Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu had immediately summoned Qian Renchuan to recount what had happened at the Clear Sky Clan. Qian Renchuan's cultivation had just broken through to an eighty-plus pseudo-Soul Douluo, so he naturally couldn't perceive that god-level explosion.
The Clear Sky Clan was ultimately destroyed by that strike from Qian Xunji, an attack that could annihilate all—a divine-level assault. Qian Daoliu had faintly guessed as much upon sensing it. And from Qian Renchuan's account of Qian Xunji staking his life to secure time for their departure, not long afterward unleashing such a dreadful energy wave, he confirmed his suspicion: Qian Xunji had self-destructed.
Nearby, Ah Yin and Qian Renxue were already sobbing, tears falling as though a broken string of pearls, anguished beyond words. Their husband and father was dead.
Qian Daoliu seethed with wrath and remorse. Long ago, he had felt Qian Xunji's clash with Bibi Dong, but hadn't intervened because he had to guard Qian Renxue's divine trial, and Qian Xunji's strength was in no way inferior to his own. Moreover, he sensed that Tang Chen was also there in the Clear Sky Clan. In any scenario, since Qian Xunji was Tang Chen's grandson-in-law, with Bibi Dong's incursion, Qian Xunji and Tang Chen standing together were two half-god Extreme Douluo-level powerhouses. Unless an actual god intervened, how could anything go wrong?
"It's me, all my fault. I killed Father."
Qian Renchuan abruptly knelt, wracked by guilt, self-blame, agony, fury, and murderous intent flooding his heart. If he hadn't used the Hell's King Post to poison Tang Chen, letting Tang Chen live just a few days longer to join forces with Father, then Father might not have needed to self-destruct to buy him time.
"Xiaochuan, child, rise—this had nothing to do with you. This was Xunji's destiny—ours, the destiny of these Angelic Divine Offerings—of us Grand Worshipers, whose duty is to protect the inheritors of the godhood so that they can ascend."
Qian Daoliu seemed to age ten years in that instant, stiffly helping Qian Renchuan to his feet. He was unaware Qian Renchuan had indeed slain Tang Chen. Even if he did know, right now he wouldn't mention it. His eyes were steeped in bitter killing intent, his mind filled with the loathing that Bibi Dong had murdered his son.
"Ah—!"
Suddenly, a scream so piercing it shook all of Spirit Hall resounded from Ah Yin, who was covering her face with both hands, tears streaming. Blinding crimson light burst from her brow, expanding in a red halo that instantly spread throughout the hall. That same red glow radiated again, turning the entire Papal Hall scarlet. The red glow formed something like a small magnetic field.
Ah Yin's unleashed aura was terrifying to the extreme, alarming the entire Spirit Hall. Outside, the Hall Guardians and red-robed cardinals stood by, helpless since their status wouldn't allow them to rush through the Papal Hall's main gates.
From the nearby Elder Hall to the Worship Hall, all eyes turned to the Papal Hall in astonishment. That scene looked startlingly like a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast's sacrifice.
At the epicenter of the glaring crimson light, Ah Yin raised her hands, and beneath her foot shone a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring—only one. This wasn't something Spirit Hall had provided for Ah Yin; rather, it belonged to her as a spirit beast herself.
When Qian Xunji brought Ah Yin to Spirit Hall that day, Qian Daoliu had said: all that nonsense about a humanized spirit beast... no matter how you look at it, a beast remains a beast for life. That so-called "mature form" was just a more advanced facade.
Ah Yin's foot was encircled by the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, blue radiance flickering. Raising both hands, she released her Blue Silver Emperor martial spirit. Blue Silver vines swiftly sprouted into a giant coral tree-like form.
Qian Renxue planted both hands on the edge of that "magnetic field," shouting in alarm. Having just lost her father, she was too worried for her mother to recall how much this mirrored Xiao Wu's sacrifice.
"Mother, what are you doing? Releasing such intense spirit power could seriously injure your body!"
"Mom!"
Qian Renchuan's shock flashed over his face as he let out a cry. His Purple Demon Eye in the Vast realm allowed him to see that in his eyes, Ah Yin's true form was indeed a plant.
Seeing all this, Qian Daoliu—knowing the truth—wore a complicated look. He said nothing, respecting Ah Yin's choice.
Ah Yin cast a loving look at Qian Renxue and Qian Renchuan, tears falling once again. Yet her love for Qian Xunji outstripped even her love for Renxue and Renchuan. With Qian Xunji gone, she, too, had no desire to live.
"Xiaoxue, Xiaochuan—my apologies. There's something I never told you: I'm actually a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast in human form. I'm going to find your father now. You must train diligently to become gods—and avenge your father."
A scarlet beam penetrated the Papal Hall's walls, stabbing hundreds of meters into the sky before descending upon Qian Renchuan, forming his eighth ring on his Blue Silver Emperor martial spirit. Three purples, two blacks, three reds—eight rings glowed in unison. His cultivation soared wildly, straight to rank eighty-eight Soul Douluo, plus a pristine spirit bone imbued with surging life force pressing itself to his right lower leg.
After absorbing the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King's ring, Qian Renchuan had reached rank eighty-two. Ah Yin's sacrifice, along with a hundred-thousand-year right leg bone, instantly boosted Qian Renchuan by six more levels of cultivation. Not only from the ring's energy, but from Ah Yin's own reservoir at rank ninety-six peak Title Douluo.
Even the Titan Giant Ape and Sky Blue Bull Python's combined sacrifice merely gave Tang San five levels because after half a year of being hounded by Bibi Dong, steeped in toxins while barely clinging to life, their energies were depleted. Ah Yin, however, was at her pinnacle.
"Mother!"
Qian Renchuan knelt once more, his bloodshot eyes wide, an all-consuming killing aura radiating from him. In just one day, he had lost both beloved parents.
"Bibi Dong!!!"
Qian Renchuan roared in a frenzy, unleashing his Killing God Domain. A chilling, rampant murderousness blanketed the entire Spirit Hall. The Killing God Domain vaulted forward two levels—from Killing God Domain to Asura Hell, then finally into its ultimate form: Asura Domain.
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