Descendants of Angels Worship Ancestors, Hearts Full of Bitterness (Seeking Recommendation Votes, Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Ten thousand years later, the Peerless Era.

A few hundred kilometers outside the White Tiger Duke Mansion, at the former site of Martial Soul City.

This was a relatively steep soul beast forest, where a small number of soul beasts were frequently active, though most were only century- or millennium-level.

Ye Que stepped up the stone stairs and arrived before a grave, removing the angel mask from his face with a sigh.

The tomb before his eyes belonged to none other than the second-generation Angel God, Qian Renxue.

Since the Great War of the Three Gods, the Rakshasa God had fallen, the Angel Godhead had shattered, and the Sea God Tang San had ascended to the God Realm.

Qian Renxue had remained at the Soul Douluo realm for her entire 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; regardless of the circumstances, he felt compelled to pay homage to his forebear.

Qian Renxue was, after all, the god of the Angel Clan, and as a descendant, it was only right to visit her grave every Qingming Festival.

Yet now, the shadows of the Angel Clan's descendants were almost nowhere to be seen.

This was because Evil Soul Masters were rampant in this era, running amok across the continent and even daring to appear in broad daylight.

As the natural nemesis of Evil Soul Masters, the Angel lineage would be struck down the moment they showed their faces, leaving them no opportunity to grow.

Even Ye Que had to constantly flee, secretly slaying low-level Evil Soul Masters to increase his soul power.

As of now, Ye Que was only fifteen years old, yet he was already a level 35 Soul Elder with innate level 7 soul power.

Under normal circumstances, such innate talent would not have allowed for such rapid advancement, but the Evil Soul Masters had contributed quite a bit to his progress.

"Ancestor!"

Ye Que took out a flask of wine and two cups, filling them both. As he drank, he lamented, "Ancestor, you were so foolish! You could have become a god long before Tang San and crushed that damned wretch, so why did you let him ascend?"

"It would have been one thing to let him become a god, but how could you have fallen for such a hypocrite? I don't understand what was so good about that dog."

"During the Great War at Jialing Pass, you didn't strike hard enough to eradicate him, and in the end, he was resurrected."

"Look at things now: the Sea God has ascended, the Angel lineage has suffered unprecedented blows, and our brothers are practically all dead. The moment an Angel martial soul is revealed, it's killed instantly."

"Do you know? Last month, another one of our families was wiped out. The Evil Soul Masters dare to appear right in front of us, yet we are powerless to do anything."

"If this were ten thousand years ago, let alone a level 99 Evil Soul Master, even an Evil Soul Master who had reached level 100 and attained godhood wouldn't have dared to challenge us."

"We are all living lives of displacement now, fleeing everywhere."

"If your spirit is still in heaven, please, find a way for me."

Ye Que spoke while drinking, pouring out his grievances to his ancestor's grave.

It was too difficult!

He had thought that transmigrating into the Peerless Era was unfortunate enough, and he had prepared to awaken a top-tier martial soul to cheat his way to godhood, but he never expected to end up in the Angel family.

Wasn't this going to be the death of him?

Unsurprisingly, when Ye Que had just turned eight, he encountered a sudden ambush by the Death Douluo Ye Xishui. His entire family was wiped out, and it was only because his father had sacrificed his life to protect him that he managed to escape.

In the days that followed, Ye Que slept in the open, made his home wherever he went, and fought wits and courage with Evil Soul Masters, finally reaching his current soul power level.

The journey had truly not been easy.

Ye Que sighed silently, took a sip of wine, and said, "With my current strength, I can finally enter a high-level academy to avoid the limelight. I should settle down for a while."

"I definitely can't go to Shrek, and I can't go to the Sun Moon Empire either; it's too easy to be targeted by Evil Soul Masters, and I'd end up being sold while still helping them count the money."

"The continent is so vast, yet I cannot find a place to call home. Truly laughable, truly laughable..."

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

Ye Que rubbed his eyes, thinking his vision had blurred.

No way, had his ancestor actually manifested?

In the hazy light, a young woman with long golden hair stepped forward; it was the remnant soul left behind by the second-generation Angel God, Qian Renxue.

"Are you truly my ancestor?"

Ye Que stood up in disbelief, exclaiming.

Ten thousand years had passed, yet Qian Renxue had not changed at all.

Qian Renxue held a wine cup and sat beside Ye Que, saying, "I am not the original; I am but a wisp of a remnant soul from her godhead. I heard your complaints—it seems our Angel Clan is living a miserable existence?"

Ye Que was full of grievances.

Was it merely miserable?

They were on the verge of extinction.

In the current continent, the remaining families of the Angel lineage could be counted on one hand, and it was a question of whether any single family could even muster ten people.

Subsequently, Ye Que recounted the tragedy of the Angel Clan ten thousand years later to Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue had managed to remain composed at first, but as she listened, two lines of tears slid down her cheeks, stirring memories of the past.

The once-divine family had now fallen into such a wretched state.

Her family had been wiped out, Evil Soul Masters were running rampant, and even awakening a martial soul required payment, yet Shrek stood by and did nothing...

Qian Renxue could no longer hold it together.

She was a sinner; she had failed her grandfather's expectations and failed the expectations of the Angel Clan.

"Every mistake is my mistake. It was I who harmed you all, who harmed the Angel lineage," Qian Renxue sighed.

Beside her, Ye Que hurriedly said, "Ancestor, please stop crying. Think of a way for me first. Where is our divine inheritance? Where is our divine armor? You didn't take them with you when you ascended, did you?"

"Naturally, they still exist..."

Qian Renxue lifted her chin, and with a slight wave of her jade hand, she summoned the Angel Divine Armor, continuing, "The god position has shattered, and there is no longer an Angel God in this world. The divine armor has long lost its former luster, and the divine skills can no longer be unleashed, but it can still revert to its original state of six soul bones."

"Before I passed away back then, I guessed that the Angel lineage would decline, but I never imagined it would fall into such a miserable state."

"The current Angel Divine Armor cannot open the Angel God Trials, nor can it make you a god, but it can alter your aptitude and martial soul. It will raise your innate soul power from level seven to level ten, granting you the aptitude of a top-tier genius and allowing your martial soul to undergo a second awakening, becoming a Six-Winged Angel martial soul."

"This is all I can do for you now."

Ye Que finally heard some good news.

This reward was nothing short of a timely gift in a snowstorm.

With a full set of soul bones and a Six-Winged Angel, it was not impossible to become a god through his own efforts.

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

Qian Renxue said earnestly, "Then let us begin. Once this wish is fulfilled, this wisp of a remnant soul shall vanish."

As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her sleeve, and golden holy light poured down.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery transformed into a temple, where the statue of the First Generation Angel God stood tall, as if it were the true god presiding over all things.

This was the Angel Temple, the place where inheritors of the god received their trials.

Ye Que had never imagined in his life that he would visit the Angel Temple, though it was a pity he was not here to receive the trials.

The statue of the First Generation Angel God was already covered in cracks, and even its godhead no longer existed.

Just then, several angel statues erupted with pillars of golden light, enveloping Ye Que and lifting him before the First Generation Angel God. His two-winged angel martial soul released automatically, and three soul rings shimmered.

Following that, Ye Que felt an incomparable sense of comfort; his internal bloodline seemed to be awakened, and his skin began to radiate brilliance.

His soul power was rising.

His martial soul was sublimating.

If one had to use a term to describe it, it would be Divine Favor Awakening.

Only those of the divine clan could ever receive such an opportunity.