Qian Daoliu

Qian Daoliu did not even use a soul skill. He transformed directly into a golden rainbow that pierced heaven and earth, and the giant sword condensed from light in his hand descended with world-destroying power, shattering every one of Phantom Butterfly's defensive barriers with a single strike!

Under the seamless pincer attack of the father and son, these two powerful figures, this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, skilled in spiritual control but frail in body, had no ability to resist at all. Within only a few breaths, accompanied by a despairing cry, the Sacred White Nine-Glory Illusion Butterfly's enormous body was completely reduced to ashes within holy flames.

A blood-red Hundred-Thousand-Year soul ring slowly rose, while amid the ashes lay a crystalline Spirit Bone shaped like a butterfly wing and emitting a gentle white glow—a Hundred-Thousand-Year head Spirit Bone!

Qian Xunji stepped forward without ceremony and stored the Spirit Bone in his storage ring. As for the Hundred-Thousand-Year soul ring, neither father nor son lacked one, so they could only let it dissipate with time.

The great hall finally returned to silence.

Qian Daoliu let out a long breath as the golden light around him slowly receded. Looking at his son, who still bore bloodstains, guilt and complicated emotions flashed through his eyes.

"Ji'er, you have suffered." Qian Daoliu stepped down from the throne, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"Just superficial injuries. Nothing serious." Qian Xunji waved his hand casually.

"But Father, how did you fall prey to something like that and end up trapped here as the King of Healing for so many years?"

Qian Daoliu sighed. His gaze turned toward the Angel Statue deep within the sanctuary, and a trace of unwillingness flashed through his eyes. "Back then, while pursuing a divine inheritance, I discovered that beneath Healing City lay an Inheritance Secret Realm of the Angel God King. I ventured deep within to explore it, believing I was about to touch the divine realm. Yet I never expected that a Hundred-Thousand-Year Sacred White Nine-Glory Illusion Butterfly would be dwelling upon the Inheritance Altar."

"While I was undergoing a God Trial, when my spiritual power was at its weakest, it took advantage of the opening. It used Healing City's formation to trap me in an illusion filled with false peace and absolute mercy. If you had not forcefully stirred my consciousness today through the bond of blood, I fear I would have spent the rest of my life upon that throne."

Qian Xunji nodded, then his expression turned solemn as he recounted everything that had happened over the past few years: A-Dong's identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, her sacrifice to save him, Tang Hao leading Haotian Hall in pursuit, Tang Chen's intervention, and finally Angel Sect striking his name from its rolls and abandoning him completely for self-preservation.

Of course, he kept Qian San's identity as a Twin Martial Souls genius with a cheat ability to himself for now, merely saying that he had risked his life to protect his own flesh and blood.

Bang!

Half the marble table beside Qian Daoliu instantly turned to powder.

The beard and hair of this Limit Douluo flared outward as rage of the utmost violence surged through the sanctuary. The entirety of Healing City trembled beneath that pressure.

"Haotian Hall! Tang Chen! You have gone too far!" Qian Daoliu laughed in extreme fury, killing intent boiling in his eyes.

"And those spineless elders of Angel Sect who bend with the wind! I have only been missing for a few years, and they dared throw you out? Good! Very good! I will return to the mountain at once, slaughter every last one of those worthless ingrates, then personally go to Haotian Hall and settle the score with that old bastard Tang Chen!"

"Father, wait!"

Qian Xunji grabbed Qian Daoliu, who stood at the edge of losing control. A meaningful cold smile curled across his lips. He actually wanted to use Haotian Hall as a whetstone for his son. With himself and Qian Daoliu backing him up, there would be no real problem. More importantly, it seemed that this world had merely swapped the roles, while the plot had not changed much.

"Going back now would accomplish nothing except killing a few people to vent your anger. Angel Sect has already sealed off its mountain, Haotian Hall is currently at the height of its power, and that Bibi Yin has also stolen authority. The waters run deep now."

Qian Xunji looked at Qian Daoliu, his tone carrying the calm composure of someone who held the entire situation in his grasp. "Those elders who abandoned me will one day kneel and beg me to return. Tang Chen will be dealt with sooner or later. But we need to play this game differently."

"You have a plan?" Qian Daoliu frowned slightly as he looked at his son, who seemed countless times more composed and scheming than he had been six years ago.

"Of course. I have my own arrangements." Qian Xunji patted his chest. "Father, now that you have escaped, do not return to the sect, and do not show yourself anywhere on the continent."

"Then where should I go?"

Qian Xunji leaned closer, looking at Qian Daoliu with a half-smile. "Go to Asura Island and find Bo Saixi."

Qian Daoliu's old face instantly flushed crimson. He coughed awkwardly twice, his gaze darting about. "Y-you... what nonsense are you talking about? Why would I go looking for her?"

"Oh, at a time like this, stop putting on airs. You have been trapped for so many years—don't you want to see your old lover?" Qian Xunji mercilessly exposed him.

"Besides, if you go to Asura Island, first, you can avoid the eyes and ears on the continent and recover your strength in secret;

second, when the crucial moment comes, the power of Asura Island might become the surprise force that turns the tables for us. Listen to me. Go."

In this world, there was no Sea God Island, only Asura Island. Legend said that when Asura became a god, he had to prove his Dao through countless killings. Unwilling to massacre the living beings of the land, he could only turn his blade upon the abyssal seas. In that battle, he slaughtered without restraint across the ocean. The bloodstained seawater did not fade for months, and the marine life of the entire continent was reduced by nearly half in that massacre. Asura Island was a slaughterhouse built from the bones of those half of the sea beasts.

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long while. Looking at Qian Xunji's steadfast and calculating gaze, he suddenly realized that his son had truly grown up, becoming a formidable figure capable of stirring the winds and clouds of the continent.

"Fine. I will listen to you."

Qian Daoliu sighed. Then, with a turn of his right hand, a magnificent longsword appeared in his grasp from thin air. Its entire body burned with sacred golden flames, and countless intricate divine patterns were inscribed across its blade.

The moment that aura appeared, even the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul within Qian Xunji's body could not help releasing a resonant tremor.

"This is the only thing I brought out of that Inheritance Secret Realm." Qian Daoliu solemnly handed the longsword to Qian Xunji.

"The Angel God King's super divine artifact—the Oath of the Angel."

A glint flashed through Qian Xunji's eyes as he reached out and accepted the heavy super divine artifact.

"This is for your protection. You have suffered these past few years, child." Qian Daoliu patted Qian Xunji's shoulder, his voice full of guilt.

"Take good care of my little grandson. When the time is right, I will return."

Having said that, Qian Daoliu did not linger any longer. He transformed into a streak of golden light and sped toward the sea.

Only Qian Xunji remained in the empty sanctuary.

He lowered his head and looked at the Oath of the Angel in his hand, radiating endless divine might. The faces of Tang Hao, Tang Chen, Bibi Yin, and the elders of Angel Sect surfaced in his mind.

He slowly raised the longsword and felt the surging power within his body. In this absurd world where yin and yang had been reversed, an unprecedented ambition blazed fiercely in his chest.

"Heh heh heh heh heh..."