Exposing Qian Ye, Abdicating the God King Position!

Jialing Pass, Angel Temple.

Inside the quiet room.

Qian Renxue was already streaming with tears.

They were tears of excitement.

They were also tears of pride.

Never before had she felt such immense pride in the blood of the Angel clan flowing through her veins.

So, her ancestor was truly such a magnificent figure!

So, the founding of Martial Soul Hall was not for the sake of power, but to protect this continent!

"Grandfather, do you see this?"

"This is the glory of our Angel clan!"

Qian Renxue shouted in her heart.

She turned her head to look at Qian Ye, who was sitting by the tea table.

Qian Ye was still drinking tea.

His expression was far too calm.

So calm that it was as if he were watching a boring shadow play.

"Teacher."

Qian Renxue wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice filled with irrepressible admiration.

"Did you see? That was the First Generation Angel God!"

"He is too strong!"

"With that kind of power, even the current Tang San would absolutely be no match for him!"

Qian Ye set down his teacup.

He raised his eyes and swept a glance at the image on the Golden List.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Strong?"

Qian Ye spoke indifferently.

"Is killing a few low-class ants really worth such a fuss?"

Qian Renxue was stunned.

Evil Soul Masters—low-class ants?

Every one of those Evil Soul Masters in the image exuded an aura at least at the Title Douluo level, with some even stronger.

Under the sword of that ancestor, they were indeed like ants.

But that did not mean they were weak!

"Master, your standards are too high."

Qian Renxue gave a bitter smile.

"For someone like me right now, that realm is simply a dream beyond reach."

Having said this, a trace of doubt flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes.

"However, since the First Generation ancestor was so powerful, why has the power of the Angel Godhood seemed to weaken so much by the time it reached us?"

"And—"

She looked at Qian Ye, the question in her heart resurfacing.

Her master seemed to know everything about the Angel God lineage like the back of his hand.

He hadn't even shown a shred of awe when witnessing the divine might of the First Generation Angel God just now.

This was not normal.

Unless—

Her master's strength was even greater than the First Generation Angel God?

Or perhaps, her master and the First Generation Angel God were old acquaintances?

"Master, do you know the First Generation Angel God?"

Qian Renxue asked cautiously.

Qian Ye tapped his fingertips lightly against the tabletop.

"I do."

He said casually.

"Just a young and frivolous fellow."

What?!

Qian Renxue's eyes widened.

He didn't even want his God Position?

What did that mean?

Before she could even ask, the Golden List above the firmament changed once again!

New characters, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's hearts!

[Evaluation: Weapon of the God King, severing evil and shattering illusions!]

[Special Note: Though this sword is mighty, it carries one regret.]

[Its former wielder, at the pinnacle of the God Realm, felt the constraints of the God Position and perceived the cage of heaven and earth.]

[Thus, he self-severed his God Position and abandoned the sword!]

[Therefore, although this sword possesses the might of a God King, it has lost its true master, and its power is no longer what it once was!]

Boom!

The appearance of these lines was a hundred times more shocking than the previous scene!

Self-severed his God Position?!

Abandoned the sword and left?!

Was he insane?!

This was a God King's God Position!

Countless spirit masters spent their entire lives struggling, finding it difficult to even reach the Title Douluo realm.

Tang San had gone through nine deaths and one life for a God Position, not even hesitating to sacrifice his lover and friends.

Yet that First Generation Angel God actually despised the God Position as a constraint?

And threw it away?

What kind of spirit was this!

And what kind of arrogance!

"Aban—abandoned it?"

In the Shrek camp.

Tang San's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

He felt his worldview shattering into pieces.

The God Position he treated as his most precious treasure was, in the eyes of another, nothing but trash?

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"The God Position is the condensation of the rules of heaven and earth, possessing endless lifespan and power; how could anyone voluntarily give it up?"

"This must be fake! The Golden List is just playing tricks!"

Tang San roared hysterically.

He refused to believe it.

Because if it were true, it would mean that the ultimate goal he pursued was nothing more than something someone else had discarded.

This disparity was more painful than killing him.

In the Star Dou Great Forest.

Gu Yuena stood up abruptly.

For the first time, a look of genuine shock appeared on her exquisite face.

"Self-severed his God Position—"

"To break the cage?"

"He actually reached this step?"

Gu Yuena took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently.

As the Silver Dragon King, she naturally knew how strict the rules of the God Realm were.

A God Position was both power and a shackle.

Once one became a god, they were restricted by the God Realm Committee and bound by the rules of heaven and earth.

Trying to transcend was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The reason the Dragon God launched the war back then was, in a sense, also to break these shackles.

Yet the Dragon God had failed.

And this human—

"Could it be that he has truly transcended?"

Gu Yuena looked toward the direction of Jialing Pass, the wariness in her eyes deepening.

If that man were truly still alive.

Then the threat he posed to this world would likely be greater than the entire God Realm combined!

Angel Temple, quiet room.

Deadly silence.

Qian Renxue stared blankly at the words on the Golden List, her mind a complete void.

Self-severing the God Position.

These four words echoed incessantly in her mind.

She had always believed that becoming a god was the end.

That it was the supreme glory.

Yet now, her ancestor was telling her that it was merely a shackle?

"How could it be like this----"

Qian Renxue muttered to herself.

She felt her faith collapsing at this moment, yet it was as if she were seeing a vast, new sky above the ruins.

Subconsciously, she looked toward Qian Ye.

She saw that Qian Ye was holding a teacup, gently blowing the floating leaves off the surface of the water.

His expression remained as indifferent as ever.

It even carried a trace of something imperceptible----a sense of it being only natural.

It was as if this earth-shattering event was, in his eyes, as mundane as eating or drinking.

"Master----"

Qian Renxue's voice was somewhat dry.

"You said just now that the ancestor was a paranoid, that he did it to break the shackles----"

"Did you know about this all along?"

Qian Ye took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

"And what if I did?"

He set down the teacup, his gaze landing on Qian Renxue's bewildered, pretty face.

"Little Xue."

This was the first time he had addressed her so affectionately.

Qian Renxue trembled all over.

"A God Position is merely a vessel for power."

"When you are strong enough, all things in heaven and earth can serve as your sword; why would you need to rely on external objects?"

"That fellow discarded his God Position because he discovered that it restricted his sword."

Qian Ye stood up, walked to the window, and stood with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, his silhouette strangely overlapped with the back of the First Generation Angel God depicted on the Golden List.

"You must remember."

"It is you who occupies this position, not the position that makes you who you are."

"If you cannot even see through this, then in this life, you will only ever be a second-rate god."