Just then.
Buzz—
The Angel Divine Power that had lain dormant within Qian Daoliu for ages suddenly surged to life.
A sacred, majestic voice, tinged with urgency, boomed directly inside his mind.
"Quick! You must make him inherit my godhood!"
It was the voice of the Angel God!
Qian Daoliu froze solid.
He had served the Angel God for so many years, yet had never seen this deity lose her composure like this.
One might even say... she was practically chomping at the bit?
"Great Angel God, do you mean..." Qian Daoliu asked cautiously in his mind.
"This child's talent is unprecedented throughout history! Even in the Divine Realm, he would cause a sensation!
Forget mortals—even the God Kings would fight tooth and nail to get their hands on him!"
The Angel God's voice brimmed with excitement, and she was even starting to stumble over her words.
"I'm incredibly lucky. I actually discovered such an uncut gem first!
Qian Daoliu, forget the trials. Forget the nine trials, the eight trials, all of them. Just give him my godhood!"
Qian Daoliu was completely dumbfounded.
The Angel God had always been proud and exacting when choosing an heir.
Even his own granddaughter, Qian Renxue—a peerless genius with Innate Full Soul Power of level twenty—had to undergo one trial after another.
But now?
No tests? Just hand it over?
It was like the emperor suddenly grabbing him and insisting on stuffing the throne into his hands, afraid he might refuse.
"But... this child isn't of the Qian Family bloodline..."
Qian Daoliu blurted out instinctively.
"What the hell does bloodline matter!"
The Angel God swore outright. "As long as he's willing to inherit my godhood, he'll be the ancestor of the Angel Lineage from now on!
Quick, before the other gods catch on, let's get the rice cooked!"
Qian Daoliu was left reeling by the scolding, but the hesitation in his eyes soon faded, replaced by a trace of fervor.
The Angel God was right.
A genius like this had to stay in Spirit Hall. He had to belong to the Angel Lineage!
Even if his surname was Lin and not Qian.
But he could marry into the family!
A brilliant idea flashed through Qian Daoliu's mind.
Xue'er!
His granddaughter, Qian Renxue, was breathtakingly beautiful and possessed top-tier talent.
If he could get Xue'er and Lin Qiu together...
Talent on top of talent—just how powerful would their child be?
Wouldn't that child soar straight to the top and dominate the Divine Realm?
And the Angel Martial Soul could even evolve thanks to this!
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
The more Qian Daoliu thought about it, the more excited he became. His gaze toward Lin Qiu changed in an instant.
He was no longer looking at some dangerous individual. He was looking at a walking gold mine, his future grandson-in-law.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At that moment, several figures cut through the air.
Bibi Dong had finally arrived, bringing Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo with her.
Seeing Lin Qiu floating in the air, his presence imposing but his aura steady, it was clear he was already out of danger. Only then did Bibi Dong let out a long breath of relief.
But then she spotted Qian Daoliu standing not far away.
Bibi Dong's gaze sharpened. She moved in a flash and stood directly in front of Lin Qiu, holding her scepter across her body as she watched Qian Daoliu warily.
"Grand Pontiff, what are you doing here?"
Her voice was cold, and she made no effort to hide the hostility in her eyes.
If Qian Daoliu dared to harm Lin Qiu, she would tear a piece of flesh from him today, even if it cost her life.
Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong shielding Lin Qiu like a fiercely protective mother. Normally, he would have reprimanded her.
But he was in such a good mood now that he didn't care about her attitude at all.
"Bibi Dong, step aside. I've come to bestow a stroke of Fortune."
Qian Daoliu stroked his beard and smiled. His expression was so kindly that Bibi Dong got goosebumps.
Had the old fool taken leave of his senses?
Before Bibi Dong could react, Qian Daoliu suddenly pointed one hand toward the sky, his face solemn and grave.
"Great Angel God, please descend and bestow your glory!"
Boom!
A dazzling pillar of golden light descended without warning, enveloping Lin Qiu.
Within the pillar, a gigantic phantom with six wings slowly emerged, its face impossible to make out.
The Angel God!
Every Titled Douluo present, Bibi Dong included, felt a pressure that reached down to their very souls.
It was the instinctive reverence mortals felt before a god.
"Is this..." Chrysanthemum Douluo stammered, lips trembling. "Has the Angel God manifested?"
The Angel God's phantom paid no heed to the crowd's shock. She lowered her head slightly to look at Lin Qiu, her voice ringing like a grand bell.
"Young man, I am the Angel God. Your talent is peerless. I am willing to pass my godhood to you, help you ascend to the heavens in a single bound, and make you a deity. Will you accept?"
The moment she spoke, the entire scene fell silent.
Bibi Dong's fingers tightened around her scepter, her knuckles turning white.
The Angel God's godhood?
That old coot Qian Daoliu was actually willing to give it to Lin Qiu? Wasn't he saving it for Qian Renxue?
Just as everyone thought Lin Qiu would be stunned senseless by this sudden windfall—
A sudden change erupted.
Buzz—
The Chaos Green Lotus behind Lin Qiu began to tremble violently. Three lotus leaves grew at a frantic pace, turning into a vast canopy of green that blotted out the sky.
An overwhelmingly rich aura of life burst forth like a tidal wave.
Amid the boundless greenery, a phantom goddess in a flowing emerald gown emerged slowly, radiating gentle, loving warmth.
She said nothing. She simply gazed at Lin Qiu with fondness in her eyes, then opened her arms in an embrace.
At the same time—
The Nine-Nether Ao beside Lin Qiu refused to be outdone.
Roar!
A roar shattered the clouds.
Amid billowing black fog, a towering figure clad in purple-black armor strode forward, holding the Destruction Scepter.
The will to destroy the heavens and earth was utterly domineering, dyeing half the sky purple-black.
"This... this is..."
The smile froze on Qian Daoliu's face.
He could feel it.
The auras of these two new arrivals were stronger than the Angel God's—by far!
If the Angel God was a great river, then these two were boundless oceans.
"Goddess of... Life? Destruction God King?"
Bibi Dong was well-read, and two legendary names flashed through her mind. Her pupils contracted sharply.
Two of the five supreme gods of the Divine Realm!
God Kings!
Why had these two great figures come as well?
And judging by the scene...
The Goddess of Life's phantom gently enfolded the Chaos Green Lotus, as if it were her child.
The Destruction God King's phantom stood beside the Nine-Nether Ao, like its most steadfast shield.
The phantoms of three deities surrounded Lin Qiu in a triangular formation.
Before the two God Kings, the Angel God's golden light looked like a firefly beside the bright moon. It dimmed in an instant, even seeming to tremble in fear.
The Angel God was stunned.
She had planned to snatch this genius before anyone else noticed.
Who could have guessed that these two big shots had noses sharper than dogs?
One was the God King of Life. The other was the God King of Destruction.
Neither of them was someone she could afford to offend.
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