Soon, the angel spaceship broke through the clouds and arrived above the Sun City.
Le Qianyao stood at the front of the deck, overlooking the Sun City below. This holy city, which he personally founded six thousand years ago, has transformed into a completely different appearance over time.
Today's Sun City is a city that combines technology and faith.
To the west of Sun City, there are rows of silver metal high-rise buildings. Soul-guided flying cars shuttle between the glass curtain walls like fireflies, and the aerial tracks are interwoven into a light network. The feeling of modern technology is everywhere.
On the east side of the Sun City, it still retains its ancient style. The Holy Mountain stands tall and majestic, and the golden dome of the Temple of Angels sparkles in the sun, forming an almost absolute contrast with the technological sense of the West City.
"What a difference time makes!" Le Qianyao murmured in a low voice. In today's Sun City, perhaps only the Angel Temple on the Holy Mountain still retains some of the appearance in memory.
The airship landed on the circular plaza at the eastern foot of the Holy Mountain. The Knights of the Sun stood on both sides, guiding everyone off the airship.
After getting off the flying ship, Yue Qingling said, "I will take my disciples to the Holy Spirit Hall first."
With a wave of his hand, a golden and white soul-guided carriage appeared in front of them, pulled by two Pegasus horses.
Yue Qingling took Yali's hand and got on the carriage.
Yali waved at Le Qianyao and said, "Brother Xiaoyao, see you later."
Le Qianyao nodded in response, "Okay, see you later."
"Let's go, follow me to the temple!" Le Tianhao led Le Qianyao towards the temple.
Walk up the long stairs and climb the holy mountain, where a magnificent palace stands.
The moment you step into the temple, three statues that are a hundred meters tall come into view, standing in the center of the hall.
The first generation Angel God has his hands folded in front of his chest, his eyes as compassionate as the sea; the second generation Angel God is half-kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, his palms clasped in front of his chest, as if praying; and the third statue of the Sun God is holding a holy sword pointing to the sky, his face is seven points similar to Le Qianyao.
Kneeling before the statue and praying, Le Tianhao softly said to Le Qianyao, "Child, place your hand on the base of the Sun God statue. The statue will remember your breath."
The moment Le Qianyao placed his palm on the statue, the gilded patterns on the statue suddenly lit up.
A familiar suction force spread from his palm to his whole body, and he seemed to fall into a vortex of light. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a pure white space.
At this moment, a jade foot came into Le Qianyao's eyes. Before Le Qianyao could react, the kick landed firmly on his face.
"Bang!"
"Ouch!"
Le Qianyao flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
When he opened his eyes again, a woman with long lavender hair and an aura completely different from that of an angel appeared in front of him.
Evil, corruption, darkness, every element that is mutually exclusive with angels, converges on the woman in front of him, but this woman has a beautiful face, a peerless face that will captivate anyone who sees it.
The woman was floating in the air, with her legs crossed, one foot on Le Qianyao's chest, one hand supporting her chin, and a hint of annoyance on her tired face.
"Dare to come back?"
Le Qianyao quickly begged for mercy: "I was wrong, sir. I was wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"It's all wrong."
"Um?"
Le Qianyao's mind raced as he quickly said, "I beat up that fat Phoenix God in the God Realm. I guarantee he won't be able to get out of bed for ten days or half a month!"
"That's it? Anything else?"
"And more! I used the hand of the God of Destruction to bring down divine punishment on Tang Hao and Ah Yin. It will take at least a hundred years for them to recover."
"No wonder I haven't felt the presence of those two recently. You did a good job. What else?" The woman finally showed a hint of joy on her face.
Le Qianyao took a long breath and continued, "I snatched back the Seed of Life and the Seed of Destruction from the God Realm. Although it can't affect Tang San at all, it can at least disgust him!"
"What are the seeds of life and destruction?"
Le Qianyao explained the Seed of Life and the Seed of Destruction, and a rare smile appeared on the woman's face.
"Um, ancestor, can you take your feet off me?"
"All right! You're a pass! I won't bother you about putting my statue in the temple."
Le Qianyao stood up, scratched his head and smiled bitterly.
If he had known this earlier, why did he do it now? His original intention was to let future generations worship her, but who would have thought that future generations would view her as a god in this way.
"Ancestor, did you arrange the people in the temple?" Le Qianyao asked.
"Otherwise, it's a good thing you didn't forget the temple and knew to come back. If they hadn't sensed your presence and sent someone to pick you up, you wouldn't have been captured by any force for experiments right now."
"Hehe, thank you, ancestors."
The woman's expression suddenly changed, and she said seriously, "Still laughing! Le boy, you are in big trouble!"
A strange light emanated from his deep purple eyes. Through Le Qianyao, he saw the mottled and messy thread of luck behind him.
"What trouble?" Le Qianyao asked with a puzzled look.
"You seem to have forgotten how you became a god six thousand years ago!"
"In this world, the birth of every god requires thousands of years of brewing between heaven and earth, gathering the destiny, before a god can be born."
"However, unfortunately, you happened to be born at the time when Douluo Star's luck was at its weakest. According to the luck of Douluo Star at that time, it was impossible for another god to be born. After all, after Huo Yuhao and Tang San divided the soul beast luck four thousand years ago, Douluo Star's overall luck has been on the decline."
"You forcefully broke through to the God level and seized the power of heaven and earth. The consequence was that you cut off all the luck of your generation and even the next thousand years. After you, the entire Douluo Star fell into an inevitable decline. The high-level combat power withered, and the overall strength dropped. At the worst time, the entire Douluo Star had not produced a Ultimate Douluo for nearly fifty years!"
"So serious!" Le Qianyao was shocked. Although the combat power at that time was not as collapsed as it is now, there should be at least three or four Extreme Douluo.
"Fortunately, before you ascended to the God Realm, the problems on Douluo Star were completely resolved. At least during that time, there were no riots in the Abyss, and no major events occurred on the continent. Otherwise, the karma you carried would have been even greater."
"Well, it's all that damn Tang San's fault. If I hadn't been forced to ascend to the God Realm, and if I had enough time, perhaps this wouldn't have happened." Le Qianyao continued to ask, "So what's my problem?"
"It's obvious that you are unlucky now!"
"Bad luck?"
"That's right. It's the karma you created on Douluo Star that you now need to repay. If you were still at the god level, with the strength to rival the Lord of the Planes, you could naturally ignore it, but you are not now."
"Negative luck isn't a big deal, but it will make you extremely unlucky. You'll inevitably encounter bottlenecks in your cultivation, miss out on rare treasures, and never have opportunities again. You might even lose opportunities to others!" The woman waved her hand and said, "And your negative luck will affect those around you, unless they're also blessed with good fortune."
Thinking back to what happened recently, it seems to be the same.