A Mysterious Figure Appears

Qian Xunji reached the end, and suddenly his field of vision opened up, becoming much clearer.

Before him stood two towering Mountain Peaks that pierced the clouds. Their grandeur was enough to make anyone praise their magnificence. The mountainsides were steep and covered in jagged rocks; even grass and trees growing upon them was a distant hope. The difficulty of climbing them was obvious.

Between the two mountains hung an iron chain bridge, roughly a thousand meters long. Wooden planks had been laid across the chains, but some had become extremely fragile with age. At the slightest gust of wind, they crumbled into splinters and drifted away.

A river flowed beneath the iron chain bridge. Yet this river was truly unusual. Unlike the clear rivers Qian Xunji knew, it emitted streams of black vapor and looked incredibly strange. Crows occasionally flew overhead, crying mournfully. Their calls were every bit as unpleasant as Qian Xunji had imagined—sharp and piercing.

Suddenly, one of the small crows seemed to have been struck by a paralysis spell and slowly fell straight toward the black-vapor river below.

Splash—

The crow sent up a spray of water. Amid a series of sizzling sounds, it was gradually corroded by the river water until it completely vanished.

Qian Xunji witnessed everything with his own eyes. His gaze became somewhat blank, and for the first time, his expression shifted. What kind of place was this, to be so bizarre?

Qian Xunji steadied himself and slowly released his Mental Power, probing the surroundings.

"There's no need to investigate. I am waiting for you atop the Mountain Peak, and your companion is here as well. If you want to see her, first cross this iron chain bridge and let me test your strength. Remember, you may not use Soul Power or your Martial Soul." The mysterious voice appeared again, but this time it was not transmitted through the air. It manifested directly within Qian Xunji's Sea of Consciousness.

Qian Xunji's spirits rose. His released Mental Power was interrupted, and surprise appeared in his eyes.

At the same time, he thought to himself, No matter who you are, if you dare harm Man Yao, I will never let you go.

Within Qian Xunji's Sea of Consciousness, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger wore a humanlike expression. It scratched its head with its soft, tiny paws and muttered, "Why does this voice sound so familiar? Could I be mistaken?"

Qian Xunji stretched his body and rolled his neck. "I can't use Soul Power? Interesting. Then let me test what you're made of."

Qian Xunji stomped heavily, and his entire body soared into the sky before landing firmly at the bridgehead.

Then, using a lightness technique, Qian Xunji stepped steadily along the chains like a shooting star chasing the moon. The chains rang with clinking sounds as he shifted and moved, sometimes stepping on wooden planks and sometimes borrowing force from the chains. He was like an immortal riding the wind through the void, utterly carefree.

Finally, he stamped heavily on the chain and grabbed the cliff face with both hands, climbing steadily up the Mountain Peak like a gecko.

Moreover, Qian Xunji was quite fast. Even without Soul Power, his current Physical Quality was enough to rival someone who had just entered the Titled Douluo realm.

After about half an hour, Qian Xunji finally climbed the steep Mountain Peak, panting heavily.

He let out a long howl, releasing the pressure to his heart's content. He felt completely refreshed.

"Brother Qin, you finally came." Qian Xunji focused his eyes. Who else could it be but Man Yao?

"Man Yao, I've finally found you. Who brought you here?" Qian Xunji asked.

"I-I don't really know either. I only remember that when the magma attacked, a black shadow flashed before my eyes, and then I was brought here."

"After I was brought here, a mysterious voice told me to wait for you." Man Yao told Qian Xunji everything that had happened to her.

"Oh, you heard that mysterious voice too? I was also guided by that voice to come here and find you. I have no idea what he is plotting." Qian Xunji said.

Before his words had even faded, a breeze suddenly swept past. Qian Xunji and Man Yao turned to look ahead.

At some point, a figure had appeared at the end of the road. He looked to be seventy or eighty years old, his face lined with wrinkles and marked by the hardships of time. Dressed in a white robe with wide sleeves, he walked calmly toward Qian Xunji and Man Yao.

Judging from the aura emanating from him, his strength was certainly not to be underestimated. Qian Xunji immediately treated him as a formidable enemy and remained on high alert.

Their gazes met, but neither spoke. The atmosphere became awkward for a moment.

Man Yao, on the other hand, was quite perceptive. She asked nervously, "May I ask if Senior is the one who guided us here?"

The figure showed A Smile. "That's right. I am the one who guided you here. Young man, there is no need to be nervous. I bear you no ill will."

Upon hearing that, Qian Xunji gradually relaxed somewhat. However, his instinct for avoiding danger still made him retain some vigilance, though he put on an outward appearance of ease.

"Then may I ask why Senior brought us here? Was the Flame Portal on the Hell Road of the City of Slaughter created by Senior?" Qian Xunji asked neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"That's right. Young man, you are very observant. I did indeed deliberately lead you here."

"This place lies beneath the magma of the Hell Road in the City of Slaughter. Ordinary people cannot come down here. Only those who earn my recognition will be given an opportunity to come here." The figure spoke slowly.

"An opportunity?" Qian Xunji murmured.

"Yes, an opportunity—an opportunity to Become God. Do you want it?" The figure coaxed.

"What? Become God?" Qian Xunji exclaimed.

"Brother Qin, what does it mean to Become God?" Man Yao asked curiously from the side.

Qian Xunji hurriedly explained the legends of gods to Man Yao. Her eyes widened, and her Small Mouth pursed slightly. She was clearly stunned by the news.

"Young man, have you made up your mind?" the figure asked.

"I have. My answer is no." Qian Xunji answered decisively.

Qian Xunji said no for two reasons. First, he felt that something was suspicious about this matter; everything about it seemed strange. Second, his family possessed the inheritance of their own Angel God. Who knew whether this was a trap or something else? Over the past two years of training, Qian Xunji had seen many things and developed an extremely keen grasp of human nature.

The figure's expression shifted, and the question slipped from his mouth. "Why?"

Qian Xunji's expression remained unchanged. "To be honest, Senior, this junior is Qian Xunji. My ancestor is the Angel God of the God Realm. I am a Descendant of Angel God, with the Angel God's bloodline flowing through me. In the future, I will inherit my ancestor's position as Angel God."

With that, Qian Xunji's Martial Soul emerged from his body, and his original appearance returned. His Golden Hair draped over his shoulders, his features were handsome and imposing, and golden radiance shimmered around him. He looked like a divine being.

Man Yao was completely stunned. Her jade-like fingers trembled as she pointed at Qian Xunji. "Brother Qin, y-you..."

Man Yao spoke incoherently, her voice broken and intermittent.

Qian Xunji reached out and patted her head, smiling gently before continuing, "I'll explain it to you later."

"Oh, okay." Man Yao nodded absentmindedly.

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