The Angel Race, I Didn't Intend to Use a Dimensional Strike

Inside the Elder Hall, the dome soared high above.

A massive statue of the Seraphim stood in the center, radiating a soft, divine light.

Beneath the statue, an old man in gray robes with a weathered face sat with his eyes closed in prayer.

There was not a flicker of soul power fluctuation around him, yet he seemed to have merged with the entire hall, evoking a sense of awe as if one were looking up at a towering mountain.

He was none other than one of the three peerless Title Douluo of the current Douluo Continent, ranked at level ninety-nine:

"Invincible of the Sky" - Qian Daoliu.

"Father."

Qian Xunji stopped in his tracks and bowed slightly.

Although his core had been replaced, he still had to go through the motions; after all, the man before him was a ruthless level ninety-nine powerhouse.

Furthermore, as he absorbed the memories, he increasingly felt the care and devotion the man had poured into his original self.

And Qian Daoliu, throughout his entire life, could be considered to have given his all for the God Ancestor.

Hearing the voice, Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes and turned around.

However, when he saw Qian Xunji's appearance, this peerless Douluo, who would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, shuddered violently.

"Ji'er?! You... what happened to your hair?"

Qian Daoliu took a single step and appeared right in front of Qian Xunji.

"And the aura on your body... why has the glory of the Angel vanished? What is that power within you?"

Qian Daoliu was truly panicked.

As the High Priest of the Angel God, his perception of divine aura was the sharpest.

The son standing before him now bore not even a shadow of the Angel clan.

That suppressed, latent aura even caused his own Seraphim martial soul to feel a sense of... oppression.

Watching the old man's look of facing a formidable enemy, Qian Xunji felt a secret thrill, though he maintained a profound and indifferent expression on the surface.

"Father, there is no need for alarm. I came here today specifically to show you my transformation."

Qian Xunji took a deep breath, his gaze suddenly sharpening.

"Martial Soul, manifest."

BOOM—

Without any flashy movements, an aura diametrically opposed to the Seraphim erupted from within Qian Xunji.

The moment this power appeared, the divine golden light within the Elder Hall seemed to come alive, actively rising up to contend against it.

"This... this is impossible!" Qian Daoliu exclaimed, stumbling back three steps.

Under Qian Daoliu's bewildered gaze, the aura of the Fallen Angel fully bloomed behind Qian Xunji.

Twelve massive, dark-gold and black wings unfurled with a roar. The power of ultimate darkness, consumption, and judgment coalesced into a tangible source of blackness, spreading throughout the Elder Hall.

Two yellow, two purple, and four black soul rings floated slowly beneath Qian Xunji's feet.

"Twelve wings... what kind of martial soul is this?! Could it be..."

Qian Daoliu's eyes widened, his voice trembling.

In all his long years, he had never seen a martial soul of such grade.

Even the Seraphim would have to bow its head before this power.

Seeing that he had made his point, Qian Xunji moved his mind, and the twelve wings instantly retracted, returning the hall to normal.

He looked at Qian Daoliu, who was still questioning reality, and hooked his lips into a mysterious smile. Lowering his voice, he spoke with the tone of a seasoned charlatan:

"Father, the Angel God may not be the only supreme being in this world."

Qian Daoliu jerked his head up, his eyes flickering violently:

"Xunji, the God Ancestor is, of course...

What do you mean by that? Could it be that you..."

Qian Daoliu instinctively wanted to refute, but he realized that he actually knew very little about the God Realm.

"Last night, during my meditation, my consciousness was pulled into an endless abyss of void."

Qian Xunji began his bluffing technique without a hint of hesitation.

"There, I encountered an existence far more ancient and greater than the God Ancestor.

He governs the sins and punishments of the world; he is the dark side of the universe at its inception."

"That existence told me that light and darkness are of the same origin—one yin, one yang.

Angels are not merely divine.

He bestowed this fortune upon me, allowing my Seraphim to transform into the current 'Twelve-Winged Original Sin Fallen Angel'."

Qian Xunji looked straight into Qian Daoliu's eyes, his tone firm:

"Father, this is the decree of another supreme deity! He has chosen me. The future of Martial Soul Hall and the glory of our ancestral god should never be confined to this continent alone."

Silence, a deathly silence.

Qian Daoliu stared at his son.

If anyone else had dared to utter such blasphemy against the ancestral god within the Elder Hall, he would have slapped them to death long ago.

But that aura of a martial soul, one that transcended even the Angel, could not be faked.

A miracle, this was a true miracle!

"Good... good! Very good!" Qian Daoliu suddenly burst into loud laughter, his eyes reddening with excitement.

He had sired a son in his old age and doted on him greatly, yet the boy's talent was limited, to the point where he couldn't even initiate a divine trial.

Now that his son had encountered such fortune, whether as a father or as the helmsman of Martial Soul Hall, he felt genuinely gratified.

"Regardless of whether it is light or dark, as long as it allows Martial Soul Hall to endure for ten thousand generations, and as long as it allows you to reach the pinnacle, then it is a blessing for our Qian family!"

Watching the old man get successfully hoodwinked, Qian Xunji breathed a secret sigh of relief and struck while the iron was hot.

"Father, that deity also gave me a divine oracle. I must immediately head to the Sunset Forest to retrieve a supreme treasure that concerns the century-long grand plan of our Martial Soul Hall."

"Go, take whatever you need." Qian Daoliu now found everything about his son pleasing to the eye.

"Since it is a peerless opportunity guided by a deity, there must not be the slightest mishap. Come, Father will personally accompany you on this trip."

Qian Xunji froze for a moment. The old man wanted to act as his bodyguard personally?

Fine, with a level ninety-nine super-powered thug tagging along, this trip to the Sunset Forest would be as steady as a rock.

However, Qian Xunji's mind raced as he suddenly recalled a detail.

The immortal herbs in the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well were indeed heaven-defying, but when he read the novel in his past life, he only vaguely remembered a few lines about "an octagonal white herb" and "a bright red delicate flower."

Once actually on-site, with dozens of glowing plants laid out before him, being able to distinguish them was one thing, but harvesting and consuming them correctly was another.

If he pulled the wrong one or used the wrong method, the loss would be immense.

He was missing a knowledgeable tool man...

"Father, your personal involvement would naturally ensure absolute success. However..."

Qian Xunji rubbed his chin, pausing tactically. "The divine decree mentioned that these treasures are called 'immortal herbs,' and the methods for harvesting them are extremely demanding. I fear that neither of us is particularly well-versed in the ways of these flowers and plants..."

Qian Daoliu's hand, which had been stroking his beard, paused, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his aged face.

He had spent his entire life practicing the sword and praying; he was an expert at cutting people down, but asking him to be a farmer and identify herbs? He was truly blind to that.

"Ahem, that makes sense." Qian Daoliu gave a light cough. "Then what do you propose?"

"I recall there is a cardinal in the hall named Yue Guan. His martial soul is the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, and he has deep research into the rare flowers and plants of the world. We must bring him along on this trip."