Wei Yuan and Qian Yuhan's First Meeting—Was the Angel God the First Chamber Douluo?

In the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

What he had feared most had happened!

The Sky Screen's verdict was the complete opposite of his "Oracle"! This was no longer a public relations crisis—it was a vicious slap across Spirit Hall's face before the entire world!

"Jealousy... possession... this..." Qian Daoliu swayed, nearly unable to stay on his feet.

Before the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong burst into hearty laughter.

"Hahaha... good! What fine 'jealousy' and 'possession'! Qian Daoliu, does your face hurt?"

As the entire continent erupted in uproar, the images on the Sky Screen officially began to unfold.

The scene opened.

It was a boundless azure sea, sunlight spilling across its surface and making the waves glitter.

A girl dressed in simple white robes stood by the shore, curiously studying this mortal world. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her bearing as pure and sacred as a snow lotus.

She was the founder of Spirit Hall, the First Generation Angel God, the peerless genius Qian Yuhan—though at the time, she was still only a young girl.

Suddenly, Qian Yuhan's gaze was drawn to a figure upon the sea.

In the distance, a black-haired young man stood proudly atop the waves, purple flames curling around him.

He used no Soul Tool, nor did he summon any soul rings.

With only a low dragon roar, the phantom of a giant Purple-Gold dragon, its wings spanning a full hundred meters, soared into the sky from behind him!

That dragon phantom was not condensed from Soul Power. It seemed almost corporeal, every scale gleaming with a Purple-Gold luster and radiating ancient, noble Dragon Might.

It was the legendary Ancestor of Sub-Dragons—the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon!

The young man was Wei Yuan. In the form of his own Martial Soul, he was battling an enormous Ten-Thousand-Year Sea Soul Beast.

Every sweep of the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon's claws carried the force to burn the heavens and destroy the earth, vaporizing seawater and tearing through the Sea Soul Beast's defenses.

Merged as one with the Dragon Soul, the young man radiated the bold confidence of one who looked down upon the world with every gesture.

For the first time, a complicated light appeared in Qian Yuhan's eyes.

She had never seen such a pure, vibrant Martial Soul in Spirit Hall's records.

The Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon's power, along with the confidence and freedom overflowing from that young man, was like a blazing flame that instantly ignited a jealousy buried deep within her heart—one she herself had never noticed.

She had been born noble, with a Martial Soul that was sacred and pure.

Yet this man before her could unleash such primal, savage power through his own Martial Soul—power that even made her feel a trace of threat.

More importantly, his unrestrained freedom was something she, as the Saint of Douluo Continent, adored by all and bound by a sacred halo, could never possess.

After jealousy came an intense desire to possess.

She longed to possess that power, and she longed even more to possess the man who wielded it.

At last, the young man seized an opening. With a roar, the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon tore the massive Sea Soul Beast apart completely, sending it sinking into the depths.

The young man withdrew his Martial Soul, threw back his head, and let out an exhilarating howl before turning to leave.

"P-please... wait!"

Qian Yuhan called out to stop him, almost without thinking.

It was the first time she had ever taken the initiative to speak to a man.

Hearing her, the young man turned around, revealing an exceptionally handsome face. His eyes shone like stars, carrying a carefree, unruly smile.

"Miss, do you need something?"

Just one glance back. One smile.

In that moment, Qian Yuhan's heart fell completely.

Yet from the very beginning, that fall had been shadowed by jealousy and possession.

[The Saint's first meeting with a man was the beginning of her lifelong love—and the start of her thousand-year obsession.]

The scene shifted. Time passed, and the Sky Screen's image blurred, seemingly skipping through the timeline.

When it became clear again, many years had already passed.

Wei Yuan appeared within a Secret Chamber.

Its walls were carved with intricate Runes that emitted a faint golden glow.

Qian Yuhan stood in the center of the Secret Chamber, her face pale and her eyes filled with pain and resolve.

"Yuhan, what are you doing?"

Wei Yuan frowned. He could feel the formation in the Secret Chamber quietly activating. An invisible force began suppressing his Soul Power, and even the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon Martial Soul felt somewhat restrained.

"Wei Yuan..."

Qian Yuhan's voice was choked with sobs as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"You can't leave... you can't go to that sea region... you can't return to Sun Moon Continent... you can't leave me!"

Wei Yuan sighed. He knew how Qian Yuhan felt about him, and he knew of her misgivings regarding his home on Sun Moon Continent.

He had explained to her many times that he had his own responsibilities and his own attachments.

"Yuhan, I have to go. This is my mission."

Wei Yuan tried to break free from the formation's restraints, but the force was extraordinarily powerful. It was clearly some forbidden formation Qian Yuhan had set up with her own Martial Soul as its core, perhaps even with the aid of some secret treasure.

"No! I won't let you leave!"

Qian Yuhan suddenly lunged at him. Her eyes were filled with despair and obsession, tears blurring her vision.

Wei Yuan froze. Instinctively, he wanted to resist, to push her away.

Yet in the instant he hesitated, Qian Yuhan's cold lips, wet with salty tears, fiercely sealed his mouth.

In that moment, what Wei Yuan felt was not merely the chill of her lips, but the love deep within Qian Yuhan's Depth of Soul—so burning it bordered on madness—as well as her despair and unwillingness.

That love was so heavy, so obsessive, that all his resistance vanished in an instant.

He felt her longing for him, her desire to possess him, and the sorrow of doing something she knew could not be done.

Wei Yuan's body stiffened. He did not resist again.

[In the name of the Saint, she carried out confinement. In silence, he bore this obsessive love.]

[Yet the gears of fate had long begun to turn, and this confinement ultimately failed to stop the tragedy from unfolding.]

At that moment, only Qian Yuhan's suppressed sobs remained in the Secret Chamber.

And the love, despair, and unwillingness passed through her lips—so fervent it was enough to burn everything away.

Wei Yuan felt Qian Yuhan's longing for him deep within her Depth of Soul, her desire to possess him, and the sorrow of doing something she knew could not be done.

Under the impact of such overwhelming emotion, all of Wei Yuan's struggle and reason were swallowed by the torrent.

He remained silent and endured, as though in that moment he had finally cast aside all his defenses and allowed her obsessive love to consume him.

The formation's glow within the Secret Chamber gradually stabilized, sealing out all the clamor of the outside world.

Time seemed to lose all meaning. Only the complicated, heavy entanglement between the two of them remained.