Golden List Second Place, Unknowable?!

Qian Ye's words struck the depths of Qian Renxue's soul like a heavy hammer.

It is you who occupies this position.

And it is not this position that defines you!

Qian Renxue's pupils contracted violently.

In this moment, she felt as if she had grasped something of vital importance.

The anxiety and fear that had originally stemmed from Tang San's dual godhood vanished into thin air in an instant.

Replacing them was an unprecedented clarity of mind.

So what if I lack a godhood?

As long as I am strong enough!

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and bowed deeply toward Qian Ye.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

"Xue'er understands!"

At this very moment.

Her adoration for the man before her had reached its peak.

Even that First Generation Angel God ancestor did not compare to even a fraction of her master in her heart.

After all, the ancestor was merely a legend.

But her master was right by her side, guiding her path forward.

The radiance of the Golden List gradually receded.

The ranking for third place seemed to have come to an end.

Yet the shock it left upon the world could not be quelled for a long time.

The Angel Holy Sword was ranked third.

Not only because of its power, but because of the moving history behind it and the legendary figure who dared to sever his own godhood.

Inside the Shrek Camp.

The atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme.

Tang San sat in the main seat, his expression so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

The masters of the surrounding vassal sects all kept their heads lowered, not daring to speak.

The scene just moments ago had been a devastating blow to morale.

Martial Soul Hall had transformed from a villain reviled by all into the descendants of heroes who saved the world.

Meanwhile, they, the self-proclaimed righteous crusaders, suddenly appeared illegitimate and unjust.

"What are you all doing?"

Tang San swept a cold gaze across the room.

"Look at you, all dejected—what kind of display is this!"

"No matter how strong that First Generation Angel God was, he is a thing of the past!"

"He abandoned his sword and left long ago, his fate unknown!"

"The current Angel God, Qian Renxue, has merely inherited a broken blade!"

Tang San stood up, and a terrifying killing intent erupted from his body.

It was the power of the Asura God!

The crimson killing intent instantly flooded the entire tent, making everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"History is written by the victors!"

"As long as we win, Martial Soul Hall will be the embodiment of evil!"

"Once we slaughter them all, who will even remember that so-called First Generation Angel God?!"

Tang San's voice was sinister and frantic.

"Pass on my orders!"

"The entire army is to prepare for battle!"

"Ignore that damn list!"

"By tomorrow morning, I want to see Martial Soul Hall's city walls breached and its people dead!"

He could not wait any longer.

He was afraid.

He feared that if this list continued to tally, more variables beyond his control would emerge.

Second place----

First place----

In whose hands would those two divine artifacts ultimately fall?

If it were Martial Soul Hall----

Tang San dared not continue that line of thought.

The only way was to thoroughly eliminate Qian Renxue and that mysterious Qian Ye before the list was revealed!

"Yes!"

Intimidated by Tang San's tyranny, the crowd could only bite the bullet and agree.

However.

Just as Tang San prepared to step out of the command tent to reorganize the army.

Above the firmament.

The Golden List, which had already dimmed, suddenly erupted with unprecedented radiance once more!

The intensity of this light actually eclipsed the sun itself!

The entire continent was instantly dyed in a shade of purple-gold!

An aura, countless times more terrifying than the Angel Holy Sword from moments ago, descended from the heavens!

That was----

The aura of the Great Dao!

Everyone looked up in terror.

Even Tang San's foot, mid-stride, froze in the air.

It was going to continue?!

So soon?!

[Second Place!]

A few large characters slowly emerged.

Each one seemed forged from stars, heavy enough to make one gasp for breath.

Atop the ramparts of Jialing Pass.

Bibi Dong's fingers gripped the stone bricks of the wall so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"Second place----"

"Could it be us?"

She prayed in her heart.

It must be Martial Soul Hall!

It must be!

Otherwise, facing Tang San's frantic counterattack, Martial Soul Hall would truly be in danger.

In the quiet room.

Qian Renxue also held her breath.

Only Qian Ye remained calm.

He sat back down in his chair and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

Watching the purple-gold light filling the sky outside the window.

A trace of faint boredom flickered in his eyes.

"Has it finally reached that thing's turn?"

He whispered to himself.

The voice was very soft.

So soft that even Qian Renxue beside him did not hear it.

"I wonder if ranking it second is an injustice."

Qian Ye shook his head, lifted the teacup, and drained it in one gulp.

And the moment he set the cup down.

The text on the Golden List finally became clear!

Everyone's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks in that instant!

Because the name displayed above----

Was actually----

[Super Divine Artifacts List, Rank 2: ???]

[Holder: ???]

All question marks?!

The entire continent was in an uproar!

How could it be question marks?

Could it be that even the Heavenly Dao Gold Ranking was unable to discern the true name of this divine artifact?

Or perhaps—

The level of this divine artifact was so high that its name could not be spoken directly?

Fear.

A fear of the unknown shrouded everyone's hearts at this moment.

A Super Divine Artifact that didn't even display its name.

Just how strong could it be?!

Tang San stared at that string of question marks, the unease in his heart intensifying to the extreme.

He had a premonition.

This divine artifact would absolutely become his greatest nightmare!

"Playing god and acting like a ghost!"

Tang San bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to calm down.

"No matter what it is, as long as it dares to block my path, I will kill gods if they stand in my way, and Buddhas if they obstruct me!"

He drew the Asura Magic Sword, its tip pointing straight at the firmament.

"Come on!"

"Let me see exactly what kind of thing you are!"

As if in response to his provocation.

Above the Gold Ranking, that string of question marks began to twist and shift.

Although the name remained obscured.

A line of evaluative text slowly emerged.

[This sword has no name, nor does it have a form.]

[Once, there was a person who used this sword to sever the years and intercept time.]

[It is not in the God Realm, nor is it in the mortal world.]

[It is only in—]

The text stopped abruptly there.

It was as if it had been forcibly erased by some kind of power.

Immediately following.

The image flashed.

The main body of the divine artifact did not appear.

Instead, it showed a—back profile.

A back profile of someone dressed in white, leisurely drinking tea.

That was—

At this moment.

Qian Renxue turned her head abruptly to look at Qian Ye beside her.

Her eyes were wide open, her face filled with disbelief.

That back profile—

How could it be exactly the same as her master's current posture?!

No.

It wasn't just the posture.

Even that temperament of indifference toward the world, viewing all living beings as mere chess pieces, was identical!

"Master?"

Qian Renxue spoke with a tremble.

Qian Ye did not turn back.

He merely looked at the Gold Ranking outside the window and sighed softly.

"This Gold Ranking really is meddlesome."

"Can't even enjoy a cup of tea in peace."

As his voice fell.

Above the firmament, that figure sipping tea slowly turned around—

That back slowly turned around.

Although the face remained shrouded in a faint mist, making it impossible to see clearly.

Yet the bearing in every gesture, that sense of leisure and elegance, was exactly the same as Qian Ye, who sat upright within the quiet room at this moment.