Qian Daoliu

Qian Daoliu did not even bother using a soul skill. He transformed directly into a golden rainbow that pierced the heavens and earth. The giant sword condensed from light in his hand, carrying the power to shatter the world, descended from the sky and smashed all of the Sacred White Nine-Glory Illusion Butterfly's defensive light barriers with a single strike!

Under the tacit, pincer-like assault of the father and son—two powerhouses—this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, which excelled in mental control but possessed a fragile physical body, had no room to fight back. Within a few breaths, accompanied by a desperate, mournful cry, the massive body of the Sacred White Nine-Glory Illusion Butterfly was completely reduced to ashes amidst the holy flames.

A scarlet, blood-red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring slowly rose, and amidst the ashes lay a crystalline soul bone shaped like butterfly wings, emitting a soft white light—a Hundred-Thousand-Year Head Soul Bone!

Qian Xunji stepped forward without ceremony and stored the soul bone into his storage ring. As for the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, neither he nor his father lacked one, so they could only let it dissipate with time.

The great hall finally returned to peace.

Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh, the golden light around his body slowly receding. He looked at his son, who was still stained with blood, a trace of guilt and complexity flashing in his eyes.

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

"Just some flesh wounds, it is nothing." Qian Xunji waved his hand dismissively. "But what about you, Father? How were you ambushed by such a thing and trapped here for so many years as the King of Healing?"

Qian Daoliu sighed, his gaze turning toward the Angel Statue deep within the sanctuary, a flash of unwillingness in his eyes: "Back then, I was pursuing the divine inheritance and discovered that a Inheritance Secret Realm of the Angel God King was hidden beneath this Healing City. I explored deep inside, thinking I was about to touch the divine realm, but I never expected that the Inheritance Altar would be inhabited by this Hundred-Thousand-Year Sacred White Nine-Glory Illusion Butterfly."

"While I was undergoing the divine trials, at my weakest point mentally, it took advantage of the opening. It used the formation of the Healing City to trap me in an illusion filled with false peace and absolute benevolence. If you hadn't used the bond of blood to forcibly stimulate my consciousness today, I fear I would have spent the rest of my life on this throne."

Qian Xunji nodded, then straightened his expression. He recounted everything that had happened over the past few years: the identity of A-Dong as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, her sacrifice to save him, Tang Hao leading the Haotian Hall in a pursuit, the intervention of Tang Chen, and finally, the Angel Sect casting him out and abandoning him entirely for the sake of self-preservation.

Of course, he kept the fact that Qian San was a genius with Twin Martial Souls and a built-in cheat hidden in his heart for now, merely saying that he had risked his life to protect his own flesh and blood.

"Bang!"

Half of the marble table beside Qian Daoliu instantly turned into powder.

The hair and beard of this Limit Douluo stood on end. A rage of extreme violence surged through the sanctuary, and the entire Healing City trembled under this pressure.

"Haotian Hall! Tang Chen! You go too far!" Qian Daoliu laughed in his fury, killing intent boiling in his eyes. "And those spineless elders of the Angel Sect who sway with the wind! I have only been missing for a few years, and they dare to kick you out? Good! Very good! I will return to the mountain now, slaughter every one of those treacherous wastes, and then go to Haotian Hall myself to settle the score with that old dog Tang Chen!"

"Father, wait!"

Qian Xunji grabbed Qian Daoliu, who was on the verge of a rampage, a meaningful, cold smirk curling his lips. In truth, he wanted to use Haotian Hall as a whetstone for his son; with him and Qian Daoliu backing him up, it wouldn't be a problem. Most importantly, it seemed that while the roles in this world were reversed, the plot had not changed much.

"Going back now, aside from killing a few people to vent, is meaningless. The Angel Sect has sealed the mountain, Haotian Hall is at the height of its power, and that Bibi Yin has usurped authority. The current situation is very deep."

Qian Xunji looked at Qian Daoliu, his tone revealing a calm sense of strategic mastery: "Those elders who abandoned me, I will eventually make them kneel and beg me to return. As for Tang Chen, he will be dealt with sooner or later, but we must play this game of chess differently."

"You have a plan?" Qian Daoliu frowned slightly, looking at his son, who seemed infinitely more composed and calculating than he had been six years ago.

"Of course, I have my own arrangements." Qian Xunji patted his chest. "Father, since you have escaped, do not return to the sect, and do not show your face on the mainland."

"Then where do I go?"

Qian Xunji leaned in closer, looking at Qian Daoliu with a playful expression: "Go to Asura Island and find Bo Saixi."

Qian Daoliu's old face turned bright red instantly. He coughed awkwardly, his eyes darting around: "You... what nonsense are you spouting! Why would I go find her!"

"Oh, for heaven's sake, look at the time; stop putting on airs. You've been trapped for so many years, don't you want to see your old flame?" Qian Xunji exposed him without mercy. "Besides, if you go to Asura Island, firstly, you can avoid the eyes and ears on the mainland and recover your strength in secret; secondly, at a critical moment, the power of Asura Island might become the surprise force that allows us to turn the tables. Listen to me, go."

In this world, there was no Sea God Island, only Asura Island. Legend had it that when Asura became a god, he needed to prove his path through ten thousand killings. Unable to bear the slaughter of the living beings on land, he turned his blade toward the abyss of the ocean. In that battle, he went on a killing spree in the sea, and the blood-stained water did not fade for months. The marine life of the entire continent was reduced by nearly half in this slaughter. Asura Island was the killing field built from the bones of these sea beasts.

Qian Daoliu was silent for a long time. He looked at the firm and calculating eyes of Qian Xunji and suddenly realized that his son had truly grown up, having become an ambitious hero capable of stirring the winds and clouds of the continent.

"Fine, I will listen to you."

Qian Daoliu sighed. Then, he flipped his right hand, and a magnificent longsword, burning with holy golden flames and engraved with countless complex divine patterns, appeared out of thin air.

As soon as this aura appeared, even the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul within Qian Xunji could not help but emit a resonant hum.

"This is the only thing I brought out from that Inheritance Secret Realm." Qian Daoliu solemnly handed the longsword to Qian Xunji. "The super-artifact of the Angel God King—Oath of the Angel."

A sharp light flashed in Qian Xunji's eyes as he reached out to take the heavy super-artifact.

"Take this for self-defense. These past few years, you have been wronged, child." Qian Daoliu patted Qian Xunji's shoulder, his tone full of indebtedness. "Take good care of my grandson. When the time is right, I will return."

With that, Qian Daoliu did not linger. He transformed into a streak of golden light and sped off toward the direction of the sea.

In the empty sanctuary, only Qian Xunji remained.

He looked down at the Oath of the Angel in his hand, which radiated endless divine might, while the faces of Tang Hao, Tang Chen, Bibi Yin, and those elders of the Angel Sect appeared in his mind.

He slowly raised the longsword, feeling the surging power within his body. In this absurd world where yin and yang were reversed, an unprecedented ambition burned fiercely in his chest.

"Hehehehehe..."