"Voluntarily, at will. No more passive waiting for recovery. From this point on… every battle I would not have to worry about the deficiency of spiritual power."
But Qian Renxue did not voice everything aloud. Her next words remained only within the her mind.
'It's not like it doesn't grant abilities. It does… Spirit Avatar, and even the beginnings of Thought Concretization.'
Her thoughts turned sharp as blades.
'Though… I might not be able to attempt Thought Concretization yet. Its threshold is far higher—it requires one to reach the very peak of the Spirit Domain realm. To manifest memory into reality, to let the world itself witness the echoes of one's life… that is no small feat. Still, once mastered, it uses spiritual power to reflect our mind on the world , a landmark step for Limit Douluo.'
Her gaze softened, but only for an instant, before it hardened with resolve.
'Spirit Avatar, however… that, I can test.'
She willed it. A ripple spread from her spiritual core, trembling through her body. The golden-silver glow surged outward, enveloping her frame. Then, like a second sun splitting from the first, an ethereal figure stepped out of her chest.
It was her.
Golden hair like a waterfall, purple eyes glimmering with sharp intellect, skin faintly radiant as though cast in divine light. The Spiritual Avatar hovered above the ground, its form half-transparent yet exuding a majestic presence that eclipsed even her physical body.
Qian Renxue opened her eyes in both forms at once, her mind weaving seamlessly between flesh and spirit. She looked at her own body from outside, a rare sensation that made her heart pound. Every detail of her own aura, the subtle fluctuations of her soul power, even the rhythm of her heartbeat—her Avatar perceived them all with terrifying clarity.
She extended her Avatar's hand, and a ripple spread through the room like a stone dropped into water.
"Interesting…" Her voice came from her lips and the Avatar's at the same time, overlapping like a divine echo.
The strain was present, however. She could feel the drain of spiritual power accelerating, as though a river had been cut into two streams, each demanding its own share. The further the Avatar drifted from her, the sharper the drain became—like a taut thread being pulled thinner and thinner.
After several breaths, she withdrew it. The Avatar dissolved back into her body like mist returning to the sea.
Qian Renxue exhaled slowly, a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. 'No wonder only Limit Douluos can maintain it freely. The consumption is extreme. But even in its current form, this is… terrifyingly useful.'
A smile touched her lips—cold, confident.
'Cultivation will increase slowly with time. But first… I must digest the power of the Dreamwalker.'
The moment the thought crystallized, her body shimmered. Around her, clusters of translucent bubbles appeared, each bubble reflecting fleeting fragments of scenes laughter, sorrow, desires, and fears. These were not illusions, but doors.
She did not hesitate. Her form dissolved into those bubbles, vanishing as if she had stepped into another layer of reality.
This was no teleportation, no illusion. It was the unique authority of the Dreamwalker, to drift through the dreams of intelligent beings, to walk where no physical body could tread.
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Several months had passed quietly, it seemed nothing much had changes but undercurrents were surging across the continent.
Inside the Elder's Hall, beneath the Angel Goddess statue, a blonde girl sat cross-legged, her figure bathed in a hazy radiance. Golden strands of hair caught the sunlight streaming through the high windows, and the faint hum of soul power reverberated like a heartbeat through the chamber.
Her long lashes fluttered open, revealing eyes of purple. Qian Renxue exhaled softly, and her voice, low but confident, slipped past her lips.
"I have reached… Level 57."
Previously she had predicted that her cultivation might slow down. However with the power of faith slowly mixed into her soul power , her cultivation speed never slow down. Nevertheless, the power of faith stored in this statue across ages seems abundant.
Her gaze turned inward.
In her dantian, the vortes pulsed, drawing in streams of energy that rotated around it with increasing density. Each breath she took made her cultivation foundation more stable, yet it also highlighted the distance to the higher realms she sought.
'If I had Immortal Qi (Divine energy) then… I could have already formed the prototype of a divine core. My foundation is too unique, too sharp. Mortal soul power alone is insufficient to polish it further.'
Immortal Qi—an energy beyond the Douluo Plane, the essence of life at its most exalted state. Not merely soul power, but a higher condensation of existence itself. It was what nourished the Divine Realms, what separated the divine thrones from the mortal paths.
She frowned slightly.
'Even if I push further, even if I reach Demigod after surpassing it, I will at most become… a Wild God. A pseudo-deity born from tearing through the limits of the world, yet shackled by its lack of Immortal Qi and its recognition. Without a God's Position, even the strongest Wild God cannot cross the threshold.'
Her thoughts deepened further.
'But… when Wild Gods step into the true Divine Realm, their bodies are torn down, reshaped, and moistened by Immortal Qi. Their cultivation drops a level, but their essence evolves. That is the price of transition to a true god.'
The silence hung heavy in the hall. The golden statue of the Angel Goddess seemed to look down at her with tranquil indifference, as though weighing her doubts.
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(Author notes: Unlike other normal people , Qian Renxue's body and Martial soul had been altered from the first moment she had stepped towards cultivation by God Almighty's power. So unlike regular mortals , she is stepping towards Demigod at Sequence 4 .
The sequence 4 she has achieved in Douluo Continent is not the same as the one of Lord of the Mysteries verse. The demigod of Lord of Mysteries can beat up God Kings of this verse)