While the Divine council session on Sea God Posiedon' s punishment had been taking place— A certain figure had quietly wandered through another region of the Divine Realm.
It was the Rakshasa Goddess, that was what others would call her if they saw her.
The aura surrounding her body carried an intense charm and corruption. It was a power capable of slowly eroding the minds of gods and mortals alike.
Normally, the Rakshasa Goddess was an existence feared by many within the Divine Realm. Her power specialized in corruption, temptation, and the amplification of evil thoughts.
However—The current Rakshasa Goddess was… different. While the aura she carried was indeed that of the Rakshasa divine authority.
But beneath the dark purple divine power—there was someone else
Her lips curved slightly into a faint smile and her eyes flickered with a strange purple brilliance.
As if she had already witnessed everything that had just occurred in the council hall. A soft murmur escaped her lips.
"So…The Sea God and the Asura God King…"
Her voice carried a trace of amusement.
"Quite an interesting performance."
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Spirit City
Dark clouds hung low over the sky of Spirit City. The sun was nowhere to be seen, as if even the heavens had chosen to mourn.
Deep, solemn bells echoed across the entire city.
Dong…
Dong…
Each toll carried a heavy rhythm that spread through the streets and alleys, announcing that Spirit Hall had entered a period of mourning.
The usually bustling Spirit City felt strangely subdued. Pedestrians walked quietly along the streets. Most of them wore solemn expressions, their voices lowered to whispers.
At the main gate of the city, two figures slowly walked inside.
One was dressed in elegant white robes, carrying the refined aura of a noble scholar. It was Ning Fengzhi, the Clan Leader of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Two years earlier, Ning Fengzhi had made a public declaration that shocked the entire continent.
Three of his younger sons had awakened the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
For a long time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had been known as the strongest support-type martial soul in existence, yet it had always been limited by the inability to reach the Titled Douluo rank.
But now—That limitation had been broken.
At first, Ning Fengzhi had considered keeping the matter secret.
However, after careful thought, he quickly realized that such information could never remain hidden forever.
Instead of waiting for rumors to spread, he chose to announce the truth himself and started to recruit various civilian soul masters by providing many enticing offers.
He publicly declared that he had already obtained his ninth soul ring and had successfully evolved his martial soul into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
The news had shook the entire continent at that time. From that day forward, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect officially changed its name to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
The announcement elevated their status to an unprecedented height. Among ordinary people, they were now widely celebrated as the number one clan of the continent.
Now as the clan leader of the number one clan , Ning Fengzhi also received an invitation letter for this mourning.
Beside him walked an old man with sharp eyes and a powerful build, Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.
As the two stepped into the city, Ning Fengzhi looked up at the gloomy sky and quietly sighed.
Gu Rong glanced around at the mourning decorations lining the streets.
"It seems Spirit Hall has run into some bad luck again."
His tone carried a hint of curiosity.
"Which important person has died this time?"
Ning Fengzhi immediately frowned slightly.
"Elder Gu Rong."
His voice carried a mild reprimand.
"It's better that we don't casually comment on matters like this within Spirit City."
Gu Rong shrugged slightly but did not argue.
Ning Fengzhi lowered his voice and continued in a more mysterious tone.
"However… according to the informants our sect has within Spirit City…"
He paused briefly.
"…even the Pope was seen crying."
Gu Rong's expression changed instantly.
"What?"
His eyes widened slightly.
For someone like Bibi Dong—who was known throughout the continent for her cold and ruthless demeanor—to be seen crying…
Gu Rong slowly exhaled.
"It seems…"
"A truly important person has died."
The two continued walking toward the inner districts of Spirit City, their expressions growing more serious with each step.
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High above the central plaza of Spirit City stood a massive ceremonial platform.
From there, one could overlook nearly the entire city. At the center of the platform stood Qian Daoliu.
His golden robes fluttered slightly in the cold wind as he gazed silently at the darkened sky. No one could guess what he was thinking.
After several days of preparation, he had made a decision. He would hold a grand funeral for his granddaughter.
For the sake of the Nine Trials of the Angel Goddess, Qian Renxue had been forced to conceal her identity from the world.
She had lived far from home , hidden and unknown. Even many within Spirit Hall had never realized her true position.
But now—She was gone.
And Qian Daoliu would not allow her farewell to be quiet and forgotten.
If she had lived in the shadows during her life— Then her final departure would be illuminated by the entire continent.
His gaze slowly lowered toward the plaza below.
An enormous crowd had gathered.Soul masters from every branch of Spirit Hall stood solemnly.Envoys from powerful clans had also arrived one after another.
Qian Daoliu pursed his lips slightly.
Beside him rested the golden coffin, inside lay "Qian Renxue."
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(AN:Unlike normal virtual persona Eve was actually part of Qian Renxue. So her death made Qian Renxue whole , Qian Renxue won't revive her again. Details will be understood when I actually reveal the puzzles that surrounds Qian Renxue)