Signing In to the Soul Land System

In the bar,

Strangers sat in twos and threes, sharing their stories as the scent of alcohol slowly filled the air.

A trace of worry clouded Qian Renxue's breathtakingly beautiful face. As the Angel God—no, the former Angel God—her recent life had been a complete mess.

The people around her wore posters of Tang San against their chests as though it were some tremendous honor, recounting Tang San's heroic feats.

Listening to the voices around her only made Qian Renxue more irritated. She kept drinking from the glass in her hand.

Ever since Spirit Hall had been defeated in the War of the Twin Gods, nothing seemed to have gone right.

Everyone spoke of Tang San's great achievements, while Spirit Hall had completely become history, reduced to little more than a backdrop.

Its former glory had ultimately come to an end, and Spirit Hall's contributions to the Douluo Continent had been thoroughly smeared by Tang San.

In this day and age, Spirit Hall was like a rat crossing the street.

Qian Renxue lightly sipped the wine in her glass. Ignoring the people around her praising Tang San, she slowly shook her head. She had already grown numb to such words.

Perhaps this was all her life would ever be: alone for the rest of her days, with an angelic face yet no one daring to approach her.

All because Qian Renxue was the Angel God of the previous regime!

Though she was now merely an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo, no one still dared to associate with Qian Renxue. They did not even dare speak to her, much less strike up a conversation.

Qian Renxue gave a soft laugh, lamenting the unpredictability of life. She had not deliberately used Soul Power to dispel the alcohol, and her pretty face was now faintly flushed.

Su Chen sat at the center of the bar and spotted the eye-catching Qian Renxue at once. She was stunning!

Qian Renxue's presence made all the women around her pale in comparison.

Her beauty was unmatched, and her exquisite face drew countless glances.

But they only looked a few times. They still had work to do, after all—they had to sing for a living.

Su Chen did not mind this job of singing for a living. Wasn't even the god next door in Genshin Impact doing the same?

Suddenly,

A mechanical voice rang beside his ear.

"Binding to the Soul Land System successful!"

It was finally here!

Travelers came and went, but systems were forever. It had finally arrived!

The mechanical voice rang out again.

"Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: God-tier Martial Soul, Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel!"

"Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: God King—Underworld God Divine Position!"

"Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: one hundred levels of Soul Power!"

"Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: King's Talent!"

With the system's help, Su Chen became a god in a single day!

Now, with the slightest movement, Su Chen could feel power capable of destroying the world. He could create space with his bare hands and ascend on the spot.

Su Chen understood.

He was already invincible from the very start.

As an elegant accompaniment gradually began to play, everyone slowly became entranced, immersing themselves in the world of music.

Before they knew it, the singing had stirred up their memories.

Everyone beneath the stage was shocked. They had not expected Su Chen's music to carry such powerful emotional resonance!

Even Qian Renxue could not help setting down her wineglass, her eyes filled with sorrow.

A thousand readers saw a thousand Hamlets.

This song seemed to strike directly at Qian Renxue's heart, and the memories buried deep within her surged forth once more.

The painful memories made Qian Renxue frown slightly as she drained the wine in her hand.

Perhaps feeling that it was not enough, Qian Renxue ordered several more bottles and drank them as though they were water...

The scene of her final parting with Bibi Dong remained vivid in her mind...

Perhaps Bibi Dong had wanted to see her make a scene before she died.

Unfortunately, there were no what-ifs in this world.

So many of her old wishes could now only be fulfilled in dreams.

Once Su Chen finished singing, cheers erupted from beneath the stage.

Qian Renxue still had not come back to her senses...

After filling the wineglass before her, Qian Renxue picked it up and looked toward the distant starry sky.

She drained it in one gulp...

Bibi Dong's phantom seemed to appear before Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue wanted to touch her, but she could never bring herself to reach out, afraid that the dream would shatter.

Yet in the end, the phantom gradually drifted away, as though bidding Qian Renxue one final farewell.

It was not only Bibi Dong that was fading away, but all of Spirit Hall.

Every flower and tree from the past had ultimately turned to ashes.

Two trails of clear tears flowed from Qian Renxue's golden eyes.

They were regret, self-blame, and grief.

She reached out, wanting to grasp it, but found nothing but emptiness.

After it ended,

Su Chen slowly walked out of the Qingba alone and looked up at the night sky.

A meteor streaked past, and a star rose.

The air outside was cool, and Su Chen knew.

A new life had begun. His life in the Douluo Continent had begun!

Meanwhile, Qian Renxue's cheeks were slightly flushed, red as apples and extraordinarily enticing!

Qian Renxue felt a little dizzy, her cheeks faintly red.

She would not stop until she was drunk. Qian Renxue did not want to be sober right now.

At that moment, Qian Renxue happened to come outside as well.

Su Chen looked at the beauty before him. Her golden hair and golden eyes, along with the sacred aura radiating from her entire body, made her seem even more elegant. Her peerless face was mesmerizing.

Her figure was exceptional as well, curvaceous in all the right places.

She was practically tailor-made for Su Chen's tastes.

Su Chen had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, but he had spent all these days living in the bar and had hardly encountered any Soul Masters.

It was only through the customers' conversations that Su Chen learned

he had arrived too late.

He had come to the Age of Fallen Gods,

an era where Spirit Hall no longer existed, leaving behind only the lonely remnants of the Angel Temple.