Child of Destiny, Qian Renxue

"No, there's something else. I think I understand what you want."

"It's good that you do." A Space-Time Teleportation Gate appeared behind Ning Rongrong. "When the time comes, if you refuse to give it to me, I'll take it by force. I'll help your whole family become gods, but as for my family..."

"Come to think of it, you wouldn't want your teacher to grow old, weaken, and die, would you?"

"Don't worry. I, Qian Renxue, am a woman of my word. Ning Fengzhi is also considered my teacher."

"Anyway, thank you, Rongrong."

"Mm." Ning Rongrong nodded and stepped back into the Space-Time Teleportation Gate. Before it vanished, a faint voice drifted over. "I hope you succeed. This is all I can do for you."

Qian Renxue did not reply. She silently watched the teleportation space disappear.

"Child of Destiny and Child of Destiny..." Qian Renxue let out a long sigh. "So Tang San and I possess such destinies."

"Could it be because of the Angel God's contributions to the continent from the time she became a god until now?"

As for Tang San, it was probably because of the Asura God.

Qian Renxue stepped down from the Imperial Throne and looked toward the distant horizon through the window, murmuring softly:

"I am Qian Renxue now, not the Angel God. I only want to protect those who care for me and those I care about."

"As for the countless lives on the continent, that depends on how much you are willing to give."

"You can't just keep taking without giving anything in return."

The Douluo Plane would devour the Deep Red Plane, allowing Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo to share the Plane Master's God King status.

That was probably what Ning Rongrong had wanted her to agree to.