Qian Wuyou, Carefree Wuyou

Douluo Continent, Martial Soul City.

As the core city of Martial Soul Hall, it is shrouded in a majestic aura year-round. The streets are filled with soul masters, their soul power fluctuations rising and falling, everywhere manifesting the foundation of the continent's premier power.

The sacred region at the very center of Martial Soul City is the residence of the Angel Family, and the core holy ground of the family's ten-thousand-year heritage is the Holy Palace of the Angel God, standing beneath the clouds.

The palace is constructed entirely of rare white jade, its dome inlaid with gilded patterns. When sunlight strikes it, divine light suffuses the air, accompanied by thousands of auspicious rays.

Inside the hall, a statue of the Angel God, over a hundred zhang tall, stands imposingly. Its six wings are spread wide, its expression both compassionate and majestic, and it is perpetually wreathed in pure Angelic Divine Power, causing one to feel awe involuntarily.

"Falling into the world, a mere guest in the dust, the Angel bloodline shocks the world. Once the mystery of the womb is broken, only then do I know I am a transmigrator. Six wings span the sky, rending heaven and earth, daring to make mountains and seas bow their heads. I care not for the causes and effects of this floating life; I shall ascend to the God throne and settle the universe myself."

Beneath the sacred and solemn statue, a young man in his twenties stands with his hands behind his back.

His short golden hair is wild and unrestrained, a pale golden mark flickering on his forehead. Dressed in white and gold, his posture is as straight as a pine, resembling an Angelic descendant born from divine light.

Yet, within those golden eyes, which should have been clear and sharp, surge uncontainable anger and killing intent.

"The sharpest sword of the Angel Family to the outside world?"

"The Grand Elder for the next Angel God?"

"Heh!"

"Qian Daoliu—that pie you've drawn for me is truly large and round..."

The young man's name is Qian Wuyou.

Wuyou, as in carefree and without worry.

He is a transmigrator.

At six years old, he awakened the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and received the blessing of the Angel God. With an Innate Soul Power as high as eighteen, he is the most brilliant and talented prodigy of the Angel clan in nearly ten thousand years, second only to Qian Renxue.

He is regarded by Qian Daoliu as the future pillar of the family, enjoying the top-tier cultivation resources of the entire clan. He spends his days receiving the uninterrupted baptism of Angelic Divine Power before the statue, occupies the best secret cultivation realms and simulated environments in the clan, and inherits the most complete divine-level knowledge of the Angel lineage.

He even possesses a shocking set of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, and his future has been planned out with crystal clarity, with the 99th-rank Peerless Douluo Qian Daoliu personally guiding him and teaching him everything he knows.

Even Qian Daoliu once personally called him the Future Wing of the Angel Family.

The meaning being: the Grand Elder for the next Angel God.

The Grand Elder for the Angel God?

Heh!

Everyone who knows, knows what this actually means!

Although he is a 99th-rank Peerless Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the soul master world, once Qian Renxue begins the Angel God trials, he himself is destined to become the sacrificial offering for the ninth trial of the Angel God, all so that Qian Renxue can become the new Angel God.

As for refusing to sacrifice???

Do you really think Qian Daoliu is a pushover???

Do you really think the other Elders are just for show???

If he refuses to sacrifice himself obediently, those old things in the Worship Hall have plenty of means and methods at their disposal.

"A Qian Daoliu who is indecisive, cares only about the inheritance of the Angel God throne, and acts as an old shut-in in the Worship Hall..."

"A Qian Renxue who is an Angel God, yet lets the little brat Tang San off the hook when he was still just a Title Douluo, effectively releasing the entire Pacific Ocean..."

"And a Bibi Dong who is an idiotic love-brain, capable of casting her enemies aside while suppressing the Angel Family at every turn..."

"It is no wonder that in the original story, this massive Martial Soul Hall and the ten-thousand-year-old Angel Family were destroyed by that little brat Tang San, ultimately meeting a fate of total annihilation..."

"That our camp could produce these 'hidden dragons and crouching tigers' all at once is truly the greatest irony for Martial Soul Hall and the Angel Family..."

Qian Wuyou looks at the hundred-zhang-tall statue of the Angel God, his golden eyes surging with melancholy, helplessness, and heaviness, along with a trace of resignation toward the future.

Before he broke the mystery of the womb, he had naively believed that Qian Daoliu was a good patriarch and a good elder worth following and serving.

He was grateful for Qian Daoliu's full-hearted cultivation and wanted nothing more than to lead the Angel Family to a more glorious peak, letting the glory of the Angel God once again shroud the entire Douluo Continent.

It was only after breaking the mystery of the womb that he understood: Qian Daoliu's meticulous cultivation and the shocking set of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones on his body were all, every damn bit of it, a calculated trap.

He had always wondered why he, a leader of the radical faction, was so fundamentally at odds with the indecisive, conservative Qian Daoliu—who indulged Bibi Dong's chaos in Martial Soul Hall and suppressed the Angel Family at every turn.

Why would that old thing, Qian Daoliu, cultivate him with such effort and indulge him in every way for no reason?

It turns out that from beginning to end, he was nothing more than a chess piece.

A sacrificial pawn meant to pave the way for Qian Renxue, destined to burn himself to fulfill another.

He was never the true reliance to stand against Bibi Dong and external enemies to lead the Angel Family to glory.

"Qian Daoliu, since it was you, that old thing, who schemed against me first, then don't blame me for being heartless and unjust."

"I can understand you wanting Qian Renxue to become a God!"

"But I am still young, and I have no intention of sacrificing myself for nothing."

"Having already obtained the opportunity to become a God, why shouldn't I become a God myself?"

Qian Wuyou murmured in a low voice, his golden pupils filled with complex emotions.

He raised a hand to touch the mark on his forehead.

This mark was a fortuitous encounter he had obtained after braving countless dangers within the secret realm of the Angel God.

The moment he received the Angel God's Grand Pontiff divine trial, he suddenly unlocked the mystery of his time in the womb and simultaneously awakened the memories of his past life.

At that time, he had already been a Titled Douluo.

In order to defy his fate and break free from the shackles of the Angel divine trial placed upon him, he seized the opportunity, using the divine trial as a catalyst to forcibly devour the Heart of the Douluo Plane, ultimately succeeding in severing the constraints of the Angel God's Grand Pontiff trial.

The Heart of the Plane was the core origin of a world, governing the laws of the world and manipulating the fortune of all living things; for anyone below the god level, to touch it was to court death.

As a transmigrator, his soul was already exceptionally formidable, and with the aid of the Angel divine trial, he had managed to devour and refine the Heart of the Plane without any real danger.

From this moment on, he, Qian Wuyou, was no longer the Grand Pontiff destined to be sacrificed for Qian Renxue, but the Master of the Douluo Plane and a god-to-be.

As for Qian Daoliu, he could just honestly remain a sacrifice!

"Hoo!"

"It seems I should make other plans!"

Qian Wuyou took a deep breath, and the killing intent in his heart completely receded.

He absolutely could not stay in Martial Soul City any longer.

With the three "crouching dragons and fledgling phoenixes" of Qian Daoliu, Qian Renxue, and Bibi Dong, the Angel Family and Martial Soul Hall were destined to head toward the same path of destruction as in the original story; he absolutely could not sit still and wait for death.

"It's getting late..."

"Time to head home and see what the situation is!"

Qian Wuyou suppressed his surging emotions, turned around, and strode away from this solemn and cold Holy Palace of the Angel God.

Stepping out of the Holy Palace gates, sunlight spilled across the entire grounds of the Angel Family.