(AN: Hey Guys so Arc 4 is ending, I hope you guys liked it. In arc 5 there will be more scenes of the Shrek Seven devils, well they will be starting in hell mode. But also our protagonist the Almighty Angel will be making some moves herself..... I hope to complete the Douluo Arc in Arc 5 , so maybe it will be a little longer)
His smile sharpened into something colder."But the moment I left, several people started following me."
He looked directly at Salas.
"You can investigate them. I believe most of them are tied to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."He tapped the side of his nose."I smelled them from far away and I trust my guts"
The dangerous glint in his eyes made even a veteran like Salas take note.
Salas nodded slowly, then asked,"So… what do you want to do about it?"
Lu Ping closed his eyes briefly, breathing out in a manner that made the air shift. When he opened them again, his gaze was softer, calmer—devotion replacing all other emotions.
"I will first complete my prayer today," he said quietly.
Salas nodded respectfully.In all his years serving Spirit Hall, almost all showed genuine devotion to the Angel Goddess.But Lu Ping…His piety was something entirely different—deep, unwavering, almost fanatical.
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Spirit Hall Branch — Central Prayer Hall
Lu Ping stepped into the central hall, where soul masters and commoners alike usually gathered to pray. The evening light filtered through stained glass windows, painting the marble floor in gold and crimson shades.
The hall was empty now, silent except for distant echoes.
Before him stood the sacred monument — a towering cross-shaped pillar carved from pale, flawless stone. Golden lines ran across its surface like divine veins, converging at the center where an eye was sculpted:Half-open, half-shut.
A faint halo of gold circled the eye, and behind it, twelve wings spread in perfect symmetry, each feather carved with precision.
Lu Ping approached slowly, each step filled with reverence.
He placed his right hand upon his chest and drew a smooth circular motion, the gesture of Spirit Hall's highest form of devotion. His breathing steadied; his expression turned serene.
Then, in a voice infused with solemnity and yearning, he began:
"The Almighty Angel Goddess,The one who has gazed upon this place from beyond,
The ruler above chaos and the wanderer of endless void,
The one who masters dreams and memories,
I pray for your protection,
I pray for your blessings
His words echoed faintly, as though carried by an unseen wind.
The hall seemed to tremble—barely, subtly—responding to something beyond mortal sight.
The prayer continued, the air thick with unseen reverence.
It felt as if his voice was reaching somewhere unknown…Somewhere far above mortal understanding.
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The Undead Demiplane
The Undead Demiplane lay beneath a sky of swirling ash, vast and hollow like a world that had forgotten how to breathe.
Years ago, when Electrolux first brought Qian Renxue here, the plane had been filled with wandering silhouettes — ghouls, liches, bone constructs, and drifting spirits that wailed through the air. It had been a realm of unending noise: the rattling of bones, the chorus of undead groans, the suffocating pressure of death.
But now…
Silence.A complete, horrifying silence.
Not a single undead creature remained. Only a grey wind.
At the center of this dead world stood a colossal church made entirely of bone or can be recognised as a temple of bones
It was majestic.
The walls seemed to be made of bones of powerful creatures. If one looks carefully , they can find that almost all of these are soul beast bones above 50000 years.
The structure of the church were made of countless bones interlocked seamlessly, forming elegant patterns like divine runes written in bone.
It was eerie and sacred at the same time. It was beautiful in a way only the dead could appreciate.
And at its center was…
A throne sat upon a dais of white spinal columns, shaped like a blooming flower made of bones.Upon it sat a young woman who appeared to be around twenty years old.
Her skin was pale and flawless, smooth as polished jade, the golden hair cascaded like sunlight even in the dim gloom.Her eyes were closed, serene, as though she were a slumbering celestial beauty.
Qian Renxue, was sitting on the throne of bones as if she was sleeping.
Behind her floated her Angel Martial Soul.
It now possessed a mature woman's figure, bathed in light, but its face was still blurred as though the heavens veiled its countenance. Six divine rings hovered around it, arranged concentrically with the head at the center. Each ring shimmered with soft, sacred radiance.
All six soul rings had been converted into Divine Rings.
Years of harvested faith—devotion, prayers, offerings—were absorbed into them, reshaping their very essence.
Qian Renxue herself had already reached Level 100. There had been no bottleneck for her. The essence of power inside her was different from other soul masters native to Douluo Continent. The moment she had become Sequence 4 : Manipulator was the moment she touched Demigod.
So after many years of absorbing faith , she was easily able to step on Level 100 effortlessly.
Now she stood at the threshold between mortal and divine: Level 100 — Wild God.
At this moment. occasionally, the outermost sixth divine ring pulsed with faint brilliance, illuminating the place in a flash of profound power.
Suddenly, Qian Renxue's fingers tightened around the bone armrest with an audible crack.
Her eyelids fluttered—
And then she opened her eyes. The mesmerizing purple irises she once had were gone.
Instead—
Countless faint pupils swirled within her gaze, layered like overlapping mirrors, shifting endlessly. Each eye reflected: strands of fate, dancing possibilities , destinies entwining, tangling, cause and effects.
It was like peering into the twisting gears of the universe.
Threads of destiny drifted before her vision, puppets waiting for her touch.