Qian Yuhan: Unwilling to Become a God, Only Willing to Wait for Your Return in the Mortal World! The Deception of the Hypocrite Poseidon

Watching this Angel God be dragged completely from her divine altar and shattered to pieces.

At the very least, it would make her feel much better.

Beneath the Sky Screen, the chaos on Sea God Island intensified, while the guardians before Sea God Hall collectively fell into an eerie silence.

They abandoned their duties and forsook their believers.

They allowed the sacred land to become a battlefield, all to find a shred of pitiful comfort in the fall of another Deity.

The foundation of faith had already crumbled into dust.

Above the Sky Screen, the image froze on Qian Yuhan's fair face as she looked toward Sun Moon Continent, her expression filled with love and concern.

The entire continent fell into deathly silence.

So the roots behind the future Spirit Hall that would rule the world were actually so...

Just as everyone thought this was the whole truth, the image on the Sky Screen shifted again, and the timeline leaped forward once more.

The image resumed.

Several years passed in the blink of an eye.

By then, Qian Yuhan was no longer the young woman who would lose control because of love.

Dressed in a magnificent Saint's robe and wearing a crown that symbolized Guangming, Qian Yuhan traveled through every corner of Douluo Continent.

A gentle, sacred radiance emanated from her.

She eradicated Evil Spirit Masters, purified lands corrupted by darkness, mediated disputes between kingdoms, and aided displaced civilians.

Her prestige reached its peak across the entire continent.

People respected her, worshipped her, and regarded her as a Deity walking among mortals.

Countless streams of Power of Faith flowed toward her like rivers returning to the sea.

Qian Yuhan was accumulating the foundation needed for Becoming a God in her own way.

Yet whenever the night grew quiet and she shed the halo of the Saint, she would return to a secluded courtyard deep within the Qian Family Residence.

In the courtyard, a delicately sculpted little boy of three or four was learning to walk unsteadily.

He had a head of brilliant Golden Hair inherited from Qian Yuhan, but his eyes were as deep and bright as Obsidian, identical to Wei Yuan's.

Qian Yuhan would lower all her guard, gently pick him up, and softly call his name:

"Lin'er..."

This child was Qian Lin, the son she had borne with Wei Yuan.

He was also the second-generation Ancestor of the Qian Family within Spirit Hall.

While fulfilling her duties as the Saint of Douluo Continent, Qian Yuhan raised the only bloodline she shared with Wei Yuan alone.

She poured all her longing and love for Wei Yuan into this child.

At the same time, she waited for that man to complete his "mission" and return to her side.

She did not know that she would never see him again.

In the depths of the distant sea, Wei Yuan had already fallen.

His most trusted friend, Poseidon, had stabbed him through the heart from behind with the Scepter of the Sea.

Poseidon had not only killed him, but had also used his own Martial Soul, the Scepter of the Sea, as a medium to steal the immense Power of Faith Wei Yuan had accumulated in Sun Moon Continent and the Eastern Hemisphere Ocean.

At that moment, he stood only one step away from the position of Sea God.

Bzzzz—!

That day, as Qian Yuhan accompanied Qian Lin in the courtyard, an incomparably vast aura descended without warning, as though the entire ocean were bearing down upon them.

This aura had already surpassed the limit, with one foot stepping into the realm of a Deity.

Qian Yuhan's expression changed. She instantly shielded Qian Lin behind her as the Six-winged Angel Spirit quietly emerged.

Sacred flames surged into the sky, standing in opposition to that oceanic aura.

"Who is it?"

Qian Yuhan shouted coldly.

Water rippled as a handsome man in azure robes, holding a scepter and possessing deep eyes, slowly stepped out of the void.

It was Poseidon.

"Saint Qian Yuhan."

Poseidon wore an appropriately measured expression of sorrow and gravity.

"We should not have met in this way."

Qian Yuhan recognized him.

Wei Yuan had once mentioned this close friend of his to her, the other of the Sea Twin Stars.

Qian Yuhan's vigilance eased slightly, but the unease in her heart only grew stronger.

"Poseidon?

What are you doing here?

Where is Wei Yuan?

Is he with you?"

Poseidon's eyes dimmed. He closed them painfully, his voice hoarse.

"Yuhan... I have brought... unfortunate news."

"Wei Yuan..."

Poseidon took a deep breath, as if exhausting all the strength in his body.

"He... sacrificed himself."

Boom!

Qian Yuhan felt as though she had been struck by lightning, her mind going blank.

The sacred flames behind her shook violently and nearly collapsed.

"Y-You... what did you say?"

Qian Yuhan's voice trembled, filled with disbelief.

"We encountered an Ancient Evil God from the deep sea."

Poseidon began reciting the lie he had long prepared.

His performance was flawless, and he even forced sorrowful tears from his eyes.

"That battle shook heaven and earth.

At the final moment, Wei Yuan... he sacrificed himself to Seal the evil god. Only then did he bring peace to the sea and save my life."

Poseidon spread out his hand, and a faint remnant aura belonging to the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon appeared in his palm.

This was the "evidence" Poseidon had deliberately preserved.

Even before truly touching the realm of a Deity and becoming confident that he had completely surpassed Wei Yuan,

he would occasionally take it out to admire it, savoring the pleasure it gave him.

Wei Yuan, so what if you were powerful?

Now, I am about to Create Own Godhood and become the Sea God, the first Deity to rise from Douluo Star.

And you have already become nothing more than a wandering ghost.

"This is the final trace of power Wei Yuan left behind.

He asked me to tell you that he loved you, but he loved this world even more.

He hoped... that you would protect this continent for him as well."

Poseidon said this with a choked voice.

Qian Yuhan stared blankly at that wisp of aura, feeling its familiar presence.

She could no longer hold herself up. Her body went limp, and she collapsed onto the ground.

Tears silently slid from her beautiful Eyes.

Dead...

The man she had waited for all these years, the father of her child... was dead just like that?

All her hopes and all her expectations were completely shattered at that moment.

Little Qian Lin, hiding behind her, seemed to sense his Mother's grief.

He timidly stepped forward, wiped Qian Yuhan's tears with his tiny hands, and asked in a soft childish voice:

"Mom... don't cry... Dad... will come back..."

Those words became the final straw that broke Qian Yuhan.

Unable to endure any longer, Qian Yuhan pulled the child tightly into her arms and let out a heart-rending wail.

"No, I don't want to become a god! Wei Yuan, I only want you to come back!"

Unwilling to become a god, only willing to wait in the mortal world for your return!

Poseidon quietly watched the scene, a flash of cold satisfaction and delight passing through the depths of his eyes.

After a moment, Poseidon slowly stepped forward and spoke in a compassionate tone.

"Yuhan, the dead are gone.

Those of us who remain must inherit his will.

You and I have both reached the threshold of Becoming a God."