An Angel Descendant Pays Respects to His Ancestor, Full of Grievances (Please Vote and Keep Reading)

Ten thousand years later, in the Peerless Era.

Hundreds of kilometers from the White Tiger Duke Mansion, at the ruins of Spirit City.

This was a fairly steep Soul Beast forest. A few Soul Beasts were often active there, though most were only a hundred or a thousand years old.

Ye Que climbed the stone steps and stopped before a grave. He took off the Angel mask covering his face and sighed.

The grave before him belonged to Qian Renxue, the Second Generation Angel God.

After the Three Gods War, the Rakshasa God had fallen, the Angel God's divine position had shattered, and Sea God Tang San had ascended to the Divine Realm.

Qian Renxue had remained at the Soul Douluo level for the rest of her life, eventually dying of old age.

Ye Que had come to pay his respects to his ancestor.

He was a transmigrator and a descendant of the Angel Legion. No matter what, he had to come and pay his respects to his forebear.

Qian Renxue was, after all, a god of the Angel Clan. As her descendant, he ought to visit and pay his respects every year before the Qingming Festival.

But now, the descendants of the Angel Clan were almost nowhere to be seen.

That was because Evil Soul Masters ran rampant in this era, wreaking havoc across the continent and even daring to show their faces openly.

As the natural enemy of Evil Soul Masters, the Angel lineage would be killed on sight the moment they revealed themselves. They had no chance to grow.

Even Ye Que had to flee from place to place, secretly killing low-level Evil Soul Masters to gain Soul Power and grow stronger.

Now, at just fifteen years old, Ye Que had already reached Soul Elder level 35, despite having only innate level-seven Soul Power.

With innate level-seven Soul Power, he shouldn't have been able to advance so quickly, but the Evil Soul Masters had contributed quite a lot.

"Ancestor!"

Ye Que took out a jug of wine and two cups, filled them both, and drank as he lamented, "Ancestor, you were so foolish! You became a god before Tang San and could have crushed that bastard ages ago. Why did you let him become a god?"

"Even if you let him ascend, how could you fall for that hypocrite? I don't understand what's so good about that dog."

"During the Battle of Jialing Pass, you didn't strike hard enough to eliminate him. In the end, you let him come back to life."

"And now look at us. The Sea God ascended, and the Angel lineage suffered a blow like never before. Most of our brothers are dead. The moment anyone reveals an Angel Martial Soul, they're killed on sight!"

"Do you know? Last month, another one of our families was wiped out. Evil Soul Masters dare to show up right in front of us, and we can't do a thing."

"If this had happened ten thousand years ago, forget level-ninety-nine Evil Soul Masters—even Evil Soul Masters who had become gods wouldn't have dared challenge us."

"Now we're all living unsettled lives, fleeing from place to place."

"If you can hear me from up there, come up with a solution for me."

Ye Que drank as he spoke, pouring out his grievances to his ancestor's grave.

It was too hard!

He'd thought that transmigrating into the Peerless Era was bad enough. He'd even been ready to awaken a top-tier Martial Soul and cheat his way to godhood. But who would've thought he'd end up in the Angel Family?

Wasn't that as good as a death sentence?

Sure enough, just after eight-year-old Ye Que's birthday, he was ambushed by Death God Douluo Ye Xishui. His entire family was wiped out, and only his father's sacrifice had allowed him to escape.

After that, Ye Que lived rough, wandering far and wide, using his wits to fight Evil Soul Masters until he finally reached his current Soul Power Level.

The road here had been anything but easy.

Ye Que sighed quietly, took a sip of wine, and said, "With my strength now, I should be able to get into an advanced academy and lie low for a while. I'll stay safe for now."

"I definitely can't go to Shrek, and I can't go to the Sun Moon Empire either. I'd easily draw the Evil Soul Masters' attention. They'd sell me off, and I'd still be helping them count the money."

"The continent is so vast, yet I can't find a few places to call home. What a joke, what a joke..."

Just as Ye Que was venting, Qian Renxue's grave suddenly released a burst of golden light, enveloping him.

Ye Que rubbed his eyes, thinking he must be seeing things.

No way. Had his ancestor really appeared?

In a haze, a young woman with long golden hair walked toward him. It was the remnant soul Qian Renxue had left behind.

"Are you really my ancestor?"

Ye Que stood up in disbelief, amazed.

Ten thousand years had passed, yet Qian Renxue hadn't changed at all.

Qian Renxue picked up a wine cup and sat beside Ye Que. "I'm not the original. I'm a remnant soul within her divine core. I heard your complaints. Has our Angel Clan really fallen into such misery?"

Ye Que had a bellyful of things to say.

Was that merely misery?

They were on the verge of extinction.

On the continent now, you could count the surviving families of the Angel lineage on one hand. A family might not even be able to gather ten people.

Ye Que then told Qian Renxue about the Angel Clan's tragedy ten thousand years later.

At first, Qian Renxue managed to stay composed. But as she listened, two streams of tears slid down her cheeks, and she remembered the past.

Once, her family had been a house of gods. Now it had fallen into such a wretched state.

The family had been wiped out, Evil Soul Masters ran rampant, people had to pay just to awaken a Martial Soul, and Shrek stood by and did nothing...

Qian Renxue couldn't hold back any longer.

She was a sinner. She had failed her grandfather's expectations and let down the hopes of the Angel Clan.

"It was all my fault. I brought this upon you and the Angel lineage," Qian Renxue sighed.

Beside her, Ye Que hurriedly said, "Ancestor, don't cry. Help me think of something first. What about our divine inheritance? And our Divine Armor? You didn't take it with you when you ascended, did you?"

"Of course not..."

Qian Renxue lifted her chin and raised a jade hand. The Angel Divine Armor appeared before her. She continued, "The divine position shattered, and there are no more Angel Gods in this world. The Divine Armor has long since lost its former brilliance, and its divine skills can no longer be unleashed. But it can return to its most original state: six Soul Bones."

"Before the original passed away, she guessed that the Angel lineage would decline. She never imagined it would end up in such a wretched state."

"The Angel Divine Armor you see now can't start the Angel God Trial or help you become a god. But it can change your aptitude and Martial Soul, raising your innate level-seven Soul Power to level ten and giving you the potential of a top-tier genius. It can also awaken your Martial Soul for a second time, turning it into a Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul."

"This is all I can do now."

At last, Ye Que had heard some good news.

This reward was like charcoal in a snowstorm.

With a full set of Soul Bones and a Six-Winged Angel, he might still be able to become a god through his own efforts.

Ye Que said, "Then, Ancestor, help me fuse with it."

Qian Renxue said solemnly, "Let's begin. Once my last wish here is fulfilled, this remnant soul should disappear."

As soon as she finished speaking, she flicked her sleeve, and golden holy light rained down.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery transformed into a divine temple. A statue of the First Generation Angel God towered above them, like a true god who ruled over all.

This was the Angel Temple, where those who inherited divine power underwent their trials.

Ye Que had never imagined he'd get to visit a divine temple in this life, though it was a pity he wasn't here to undergo a trial.

The statue of the First Generation Angel God was already cracked, and even her divine core was gone.

Just then, golden pillars of light erupted from several Angel God statues, enveloping Ye Que and lifting him before the statue of the First Generation Angel God. His Two-Winged Angel Martial Soul released itself, and three Soul Rings shimmered.

Then Ye Que felt an indescribable comfort, as though the blood in his body had awakened. Light shone from every inch of his skin.

His Soul Power was rising.

His Martial Soul was evolving.

If there was one phrase for it, it was Divine Favor Awakening.

Only members of a god's clan could receive this opportunity.