Omen of Awakening

The Heavenly River flows backward, the stars tremble and turn. The river, which rolls backward from the Taixu Realm, has no destination in mind. It is rootless and boundless, drifting in the void.

Fu Hua's body, enveloped in bubbles, also floated along. The Milky Way shone brightly, swirling like a vortex. From the dark void, specks of light gathered and merged into the bubbles, into Fu Hua's body.

The power that had been dormant for thousands of years began to stir. The Source Power flowed, emerging from the dantian, flowing into the meridians, and reaching the limbs and bones. The meridians that had been blocked by the spiritual mist began to pulsate.

Little by little, drop by drop, it is transformed into one's own power, and then integrated into the Source Power.

The first thing to be digested is naturally the spiritual mist within the meridians. Even though it is slow, it is still being dissolved. The spiritual mist disappears little by little, and the Source Power increases drop by drop.

If at the beginning, the Source Power in Fu Hua's body was only the size of a fingernail, then now it is slowly accumulating to the size of a finger. The milky white energy flows through, activating and nourishing the meridians.

A life force dormant for a thousand years is being revitalized.

In the void, more crystalline energy gathered and merged into Fu Hua's body. The grayish-brown energy points entered Fu Hua's skin, devouring the overflowing spiritual mist, slowly fading their original color, and flowing into the Source Power.

With a stronger Source Power, the speed at which it flows through the meridians increases.

Again and again, and again

It's impossible to calculate how many times it went through, how many cycles it took. All we can see is that the flow of Source Power is getting faster and faster, until finally, a complete cycle is just a blink of an eye.

By this time, ten years had passed.

There is no concept of time in the void, and it is impossible to accurately calculate years and months. Only the ever-rotating Source Power and the ever-growing vitality demonstrate their existence.

Time has no effect in the void, but time within the Taixu Realm is easily calculated, with decades passing by one after another.

A century has passed, and the spiritual mist in the meridians has finally been absorbed. At this moment, the dark meridians are emitting a crystal-clear light, resembling jade but not quite, and are exceptionally solid.

All the major acupoints on his body were illuminated by this crystalline light, and there was no longer any impurity in his body.

Golden body

At the same time, the meridians were revitalized, and the Source Power, which had expanded to a new size, flowed joyfully.

It has gained a lot more Source Power than before, and is about the size of a small palm. It is stagnant in the dantian, and even more Source Power is flowing in. It will probably be about the size of an adult's fist before long.

The meridians have been revitalized, and the next step is the muscles and blood vessels. It can be seen that the blood vessels have become purer, with a ruby-like color that shines brightly under the crystal light.

If you look closely, you can see a Sisi golden yellow flashing within the pure ruby color, making it exceptionally pure.

That is the Divine Bloodline. Anyone born with the Divine Bloodline will have their descendants blessed. Of course, only a trace of it has been born in Fu Hua's body now. Once all the blood in her body is refined into the blood of the gods, her strength will surely increase greatly.

Now, Fu Hua's body has entered the realm of Divine Body, possessing a golden body and reaching a point where no element can harm her. Next, she only needs to merge with the divine soul to achieve the position of True God.

This time, it took two hundred years to absorb the spiritual mist from the muscles and blood vessels. The muscles were crystal clear, with a precious luster like jade, and the blood vessels were pure.

The golden body is completely stable

Her muscles began to move, her blood began to flow, and Fu Hua's vitality increased once again.

Rays of light shimmered beneath her skin, giving her a youthful glow.

Mysterious patterns began to flow across her skin, cracks resembling data blocks, crisscrossing and forming terrifying marks. If Fu Hua were still awake, she would know why this was happening.

This is precisely the process of becoming a Herald.

Fu Hua's skin was shrouded in wisps of black mist, filled with an aura of death. It was a reaper that brought death; touching it meant certain death, instantly disintegrating into the void.

Fortunately, there were no living beings in this void, otherwise it would have been another scene of Asura.

The grayish-brown light spots from beyond the void continued to gather, enter the skin, merge into the black mist, and finally transform back into their original color, returning to the Source Power.

Three hundred years have passed. The Source Power has grown from the size of a small palm to the size of an adult fist. The density of the Source Power has begun to replace the Soul Power, but it is also limited to some extent.

It was always prevented from absorbing Soul Power and becoming Fu Hua's true power.

What is restricting the movement of the Source Power?

At the same time, six Soul Ring appeared on Fu Hua's body, rising and falling around her, and some of the void particles from the void also attached to the Soul Ring.

The white was tinged with grayish-brown, then replaced by purple. The three colors flickered alternately on the six Soul Rings, as if hesitating about what color to dye them.

In the end, it was dominated by white, because that was the original source of the universe, the Source Power.

The Source Power occupied the Soul Ring, wanting to break through the Soul Ring and return to Fu Hua's body, but was stopped by a mysterious force and unwillingly circulated within the Soul Ring.

Another century has passed, the stars have changed, and the Milky Way has been born.

The number of void particles that converged gradually decreased until finally only one particle could be gathered every hundred years.

Fu Hua's body was crystalline and radiated with vitality. Looking at her now, she was definitely not comparable to her appearance four hundred years ago.

She was once lifeless and devoid of any vitality, but now she is full of vibrant life, as if plants have sprouted even in the void.

The black mist that had been swirling on the skin's surface had long since disappeared, and even the crisscrossing cracks had completely vanished. The skin was now radiant and moisturized, and the complexion was rosy and delicate.

Her long, grayish-white hair seemed to have grown a bit more, reaching past her ankles, with a slight silvery sheen at the ends. Her bangs covered her eyebrows, concealing her sharpness and leaving only a girlish fragility.

Fu Hua's face remained unchanged, her breathing steady, she lay peacefully asleep.

At that moment, she truly came alive.

If Jingwei were to see this, she would surely faint with joy, for the Lord Crimson Kite she had been waiting for had truly come to life.

Over the course of a hundred years, those six Soul Rings were no longer the same six, but had reached a full nine. After sleeping for five hundred years, Fu Hua directly leaped to the level of Titled Douluo.

But this is only on the surface. What is Fu Hua's true combat strength? It's easy to imagine that it definitely surpasses the combat strength of Titled Douluo. If she were to face Qian Daoliu, a level 99 Peerless Douluo, she would surely be able to kill him instantly.

As for how far it is from god-level combat power, that is unknown, since there are no actual gods on the Douluo Continent to compare it with.

With increased strength and vibrant life, everything began to awaken. Inside the Taixu Realm, the waiting girl looked up at the sky, as if connected to this place, and saw Fu Hua's vibrant life.

A smile played on his lips

Within the Douluo Continent, in the Elder's Hall of the Spirit Hall Empire

Qian Renxue, who has already begun to receive the inheritance of the Angel God, has now undergone six trials. The Angel's Six Trials directly brought her Soul Power to level ninety-six.

The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul behind him shone brightly, making him sacred and inviolable.

His solemn face revealed a cold and stern expression. Suddenly, his eyes looked into the distance, as if piercing through the sky and gazing at the other side of the Heavenly River, where he saw the scene of Fu Hua's resurrection.

Golden light shot from her eyes, gradually disappearing only after traveling a full kilometer. Her aura subsided, and Qian Renxue returned to her ordinary appearance.

Outside the Elder's Hall, Qian Daoliu had been waiting there. When he saw such a sight, he couldn't help but feel proud.

Qian Renxue is the only one who can obtain the position of Angel God, and she is his last hope to restore the prestige of the Spirit Hall and dominate the entire Douluo Continent. When the Angel God descends, this world will belong to their Spirit Hall.

Filled with excitement, Qian Daoliu shakily pushed open the door and looked at Qian Renxue sitting under the Angel God Statue. An ugly smile appeared on his withered face.

"Xue'er, how are you?"

"Having already passed six trials, only three more remain to fuse the Angel's Six Divine Armors."

Qian Renxue's voice was clear and cold, like a chilling spring from a glacial mountain in the heavens, biting and freezing.

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu was taken aback and shook his head again. His body, which had long been tormented by the evil fire and was no longer human, exuded the aura of an old man in his twilight years.

"There are still three tests left, so you must not let your guard down," Qian Daoliu instructed.

"I understand, Grandpa."

A cold glint flashed in her golden eyes, and a strange tremor ran through her heart, as if someone was watching her.

A gaze like that of Poison Snake hunting its prey.

This feeling made Qian Renxue frown.

"What's wrong, Xue'er?"

No, it's nothing.

"The next three tests will be thrilling; you must not be distracted."

Qian Renxue nodded, closed her eyes again, and the light of the Angel God Statue fell upon her. The final three tests began.

On the Douluo Continent, war rages on. The Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall Empire clash. Tang San breaks out of the City of City of Slaughter, masters the Divine Slaughter's Domain, and merges with four families of Ultimate Attribute —Power, Defense, Speed, and Soul—within Heaven Dou City to establish the Tang Sect.

Together with the Heaven Dou Empire, they resisted the Spirit Hall Empire.

Douluo Continent, the only library in Suotuo City remained unusually quiet, devoid of candlelight, its interior shrouded in darkness.

The decor and furnishings are exactly as they were when Fu Hua left, without any changes. A thick layer of dust has accumulated on the sandalwood table, proving that no one has lived here for a long time.

After Fu Hua left, Curator Sol also left Suotuo City, leaving the library uncleaned and covered in a thick layer of dust.

At this moment, amidst the chaos of war between two great empires, this small library naturally attracted even less attention; the tranquil library seemed to be the only sanctuary on this continent.

Above the celestial canopy, beyond the Milky Way, in an unknown land

This is the capital of the gods, and also their paradise. Even ordinary people here are stronger than any Titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent.

The power was immense; even the air seemed to be filled with God Power. With each breath, a wisp of God Power entered the body.

Within this magical land, a streak of light came from the outside world, instantly disappearing into the vast kingdom.

Inside a small house, the streak of light revealed itself to be an old man, along with several other elderly people, all with white hair and beards. However, judging from their energetic appearance, they did not seem to be ordinary old men.

He did not exude the aura of an old man, but rather was full of the vibrant energy of a young man.

After the stream of light appeared, one of the old men spoke.

"Oh! You're finally back! I thought you were too bothered by worldly affairs to come back!"

"Haha! Worldly affairs, huh? I did meet an interesting little fellow in the mortal realm."

"Oh! What an interesting little fellow, how interesting!"

"Unspeakable, unspeakable"

The newcomer shook his head, not intending to explain in detail, but this immediately drew laughter from the others. After the laughter subsided, someone spoke again.

"Sol, you're enjoying your peace and quiet. Things have been a bit chaotic outside lately!"

"What's wrong? Is that little girl, Illusion God, starting to act up again?"

"Sigh! Don't even mention it. It's all because of that successor thing. I don't know how those lunatics from the God Tomb got involved, and now it's all blown up."

"The God Tomb! Indeed, that girl, the Illusion God, really knows how to cause trouble everywhere she goes."

"Forget about all that trouble. Let's just enjoy our golden years in peace! We're actually more interested in that interesting little guy you mentioned, Sol!"

"Her? Haha! It won't be long before she catches up with us!" Sol said, shaking his head.

In an instant, laughter echoed in the small house, drowning out the vast country.

P. S.: To be honest, I only have a little over a hundred chapters, but I have 340,000 words. It feels like so little.