The Thousand Families' Sword Ancestor, Master of Life and Death!

Angel Temple, Back Mountain.

This place is the forbidden zone among forbidden zones of Martial Soul Hall, a peculiar space independent of Douluo Continent.

Within this space, sword energy runs rampant, eternal and undying.

Endless sword intent weaves into a web here; every strand is enough to easily slay a Titled Douluo, and even an ordinary god who intruded would be instantly shredded into nothingness.

Yet, at the very center of these myriad sword intents, a youth sat cross-legged.

He kept his eyes closed, his face handsome, his features bearing a seventy-percent resemblance to the Angel Statue enshrined within Martial Soul Hall.

Only, he lacked a measure of divine majesty, possessing instead a gentleness unique to humanity.

Suddenly, the youth's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

He opened his eyes.

In that instant, it was as if billions of stars were born and perished within his deep pupils, until everything finally returned to silence, leaving behind only a pure, immortal sword intent.

"Hum—"

A soft chime rang out.

The endless sword intent that filled the entire space turned into powder in this moment, dissipating without a trace.

"Ten thousand years of time, like a dream."

Qian Ye slowly stood up, feeling the brand-new power within his body.

"My path, finally complete."

The moment his voice fell, with him as the center, this independent space that had remained stable for ten thousand years began to shatter layer by layer, like a smashed mirror, revealing the true scene of the outside world.

The time and space of the entire Douluo Planet froze for a single instant.

In the distant God Realm, a violent tremor occurred.

Within the God Realm Committee, the five supreme gods opened their eyes simultaneously, their gazes filled with shock and uncertainty as they swept across the billions of worlds under their jurisdiction.

They attempted to find the source of the fluctuation that had caused even them to feel a palpitation of the heart.

However, after a thorough investigation, they gained nothing.

Eventually, the commotion in the God Realm gradually subsided, though a trace of gloom remained in the hearts of the gods.

Qian Ye ignored the prying of the God Realm and simply clenched his fist lightly.

He could feel that he was now capable of shattering stars with a mere gesture, far beyond what he had been in the past.

Tens of thousands of years ago, he transmigrated here, his Martial Soul evolved, and he became the first person on Douluo Continent to possess the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

He gathered faith and ascended to the godhood, becoming the First Generation Angel God.

But the path of a god was, in the end, a crooked one; restricted by the god position and restricted by faith, it appeared to be eternal life, but was in reality a cage.

Thus, he resolutely abandoned his god position and the Angel Holy Sword, a super-divine artifact he had forged himself, returning to a mortal shell to walk the path of the sword once more, using an ordinary iron sword as his Martial Soul.

The path of the sword leads to divinity.

Yet, relying on external objects always leaves one lacking.

Qian Ye shattered his own divine sword and cultivated his path here.

After ten thousand years of bitter practice, though he possessed no god position, he had long since attained the strength to crush the gods of the God Realm.

And today, Qian Ye finally took a step further, entering a brand-new realm.

On the other side.

A golden streak of light cut across the sky, having just flown out of the Angel Temple.

Qian Renxue, dressed in magnificent golden divine armor, wore a solemn expression as she sped toward the direction of Jialing Pass.

Tang San had become a god, and for Martial Soul Hall, this was a massive threat capable of overturning everything.

This battle was now unavoidable!

She had to reach the battlefield as quickly as possible to join forces with Bibi Dong and completely eliminate this major threat!

However, just as she passed by the Temple Back Mountain, an anomaly occurred.

The vast and surging Angel divine power within her body stalled without warning, and then fell into a state of total loss of control.

"What?"

Qian Renxue's pretty face lost its color, the light of the six golden wings behind her dimmed instantly, and she fell from the high altitude like a kite with a broken string.

"Boom!"

She slammed heavily into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Qian Renxue was somewhat dazed; this was the first time she had been in such a sorry state since inheriting the Angel god position.

The divine armor automatically retracted into her body under the impact, revealing her flawless, delicate figure.

A golden dress clung to her exquisite, shapely figure, highlighting in particular those long, straight, beautiful legs with skin as fair and delicate as porcelain.

Under the sunlight, they shimmered with an ivory luster, their curves rounded and graceful, radiating a heart-stopping allure.

Fortunately, the loss of control lasted only a moment.

She quickly circulated her soul power, regained command of her body, stood up from the ground, and brushed the dust from her dress.

"This is... the Temple Back Mountain?"

Qian Renxue looked around, recognizing the location.

This was a forbidden area of Martial Soul Hall; even she was not permitted to enter without a pressing matter.

Why had her divine power suddenly spiraled out of control just now?

Just as she was lost in confusion, her gaze inadvertently swept across the area, and she froze in place.

Not far away, beneath an ancient tree, stood a man.

He wore simple white linen clothes, his black hair draped over his shoulders, his posture tall and straight. There was no fluctuation of soul power about him; he looked like an ordinary person without the strength to truss a chicken.

Yet, his features were breathtakingly handsome.

More importantly, there was a resemblance in his brows and eyes that felt as if it originated from the depths of their bloodlines—a similarity to herself, and to the Angel Statue.

Qian Renxue was completely stunned.

Who was this man?

Why would he appear in this forbidden ground?

Qian Ye also saw her, his gaze falling upon the Angel Holy Sword in her hand, a flicker of realization crossing his eyes.

A female Angel God, then...

As the First Generation Angel God, the woman before him must be his descendant.

It seemed that a great deal of time had passed.

Qian Renxue shook her head vigorously, casting aside the distracting thoughts in her mind.

Now was not the time to dwell on such things; the war at Jialing Pass was of the utmost importance!

Ignoring the mysterious man, she turned to leave.

"That is not how you use this sword."

A calm voice drifted from behind her.

Qian Renxue's footsteps faltered, and she whipped around to look at Qian Ye, her eyes filled with astonishment.

Her tall stature and the way her spine straightened in surprise made the curves of her chest appear even fuller.

Those legs, which could be called works of art, tensed straight, revealing a stunning, supple texture.

"Who... are you?"

Qian Renxue asked, her guard raised.

She was the current Angel God!

In the entire Douluo Continent, besides the Sea God Tang San, who had the qualifications to stand on equal footing with her?

This seemingly ordinary man before her actually dared to lecture her on how to use the Angel Holy Sword?

It was utterly preposterous!

Qian Renxue frowned and said in a deep voice, "I have no time to tangle with you. Move aside at once!"

Too lazy to waste more words, she channeled her soul power and tapped her toes, intending to fly away while wielding the Angel Holy Sword.

However, in the next second, something that terrified her to the core occurred.

The Angel Holy Sword, which was connected to her divine soul and should have been as responsive as her own arm, began to shake violently. Instead of carrying her into the air, it suddenly plunged downward!

"Ah!"

Qian Renxue let out a cry of surprise. Caught off guard, she lost her balance again and tumbled forward, falling straight down in front of Qian Ye.

As for the "culprit," the Angel Holy Sword, it let out a "whoosh" sound, slipped from her palm, and flew before Qian Ye.

It hovered in mid-air, the blade emitting an affectionate golden halo, its tip pointing toward Qian Ye and swaying gently from side to side, looking exactly like a puppy wagging its tail frantically upon seeing its master.