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Beside her, Huang Tian also steadied her stance, her Silver-Eyed White Dragon Empress eyes scanning the surroundings with vigilance as her formidable spiritual power instantly spread outward.

"Is this... truly another world?" Huang Tian took a deep breath. She could clearly sense that this world was the Douluo Continent, yet her intuition told her it was different; after all, the recent journey to the God Realm was no dream.

Qian Xunji did not answer. His gaze swept past the bustling crowd and locked onto the magnificent imperial palace at the end of the street. The iconic swan emblem and the luxurious architectural style left no doubt that this was Tiandou City.

"Huang Tian, welcome to the surface world."

Qian Xunji straightened his collar.

"This is the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire—Tiandou City."

Qian Xunji wove through the crowd with Huang Tian for a while, casually finding a high-end hotel. After tossing down some Gold Soul Coins, the two requested a luxury suite on the top floor.

Once inside the room, Qian Xunji closed the door behind him and flicked a strand of pure golden soul power from his fingertips, instantly erecting a barrier across the entire room.

"Let's settle here for now." Qian Xunji walked to the window, watching the crowd below, then turned around and sat on a soft leather sofa.

"Now that we've arrived in this brand-new world, tell me your thoughts."

Huang Tian walked to the window, her dragon eyes overlooking the massive human city. It had been a long time since she had stood in the capital of a human empire without any reservations.

"I don't know." Huang Tian shook her head, her tone carrying a rare trace of confusion and novelty.

"I want to see this world first, see the Star Dou Forest here, and see... that so-called Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King."

Qian Xunji toyed with the teacup in his hand and offered a reminder:

"You may look, but I must be clear with you first: the portal opened by the God Realm is extremely unstable. It can only accommodate the souls and physical bodies of the two of us. In other words, no matter how many subordinates you conquer in this world, you cannot take them back. Furthermore, the authority to open the portal rests solely within my [Oath of the Angel]."

Huang Tian turned her head, gave him a deep look, and nodded silently. She knew very well that in this alliance, Qian Xunji was the one holding the reins.

"That's good." Qian Xunji set down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Huang Tian, suddenly throwing out a question.

"Since we can't take them back, let's change our approach. Huang Tian, can you devour the Di Tian of this world?"

"What?"

Huang Tian shuddered. Devour Di Tian?

Both were peak dragon-kind beings with eight hundred thousand years of cultivation; one was the Silver-Eyed White Dragon Empress, master of ultimate light and space, and the other was the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, master of ultimate darkness and space. If she could truly devour him and fuse light and darkness within her body, her strength would undoubtedly undergo a metamorphosis, perhaps even advancing her bloodline further.

After a brief moment of shock, Huang Tian's breathing gradually grew heavy. The dragon race's innate craving for power made it impossible for her to refuse.

She closed her eyes and pondered carefully for a moment. When she opened them again, a dangerous glint flickered in her eyes: "Light and darkness are of the same origin. If I can find an opportunity to severely wound him, relying on the suppression of my eight hundred thousand years of origin... it is worth a try!"

"Very good. You have ambition." Qian Xunji smiled with satisfaction.

"Since that is the case, you should first conceal your aura and head to the Star Dou Forest to scout the situation, and while you're at it, collect some resources from this world. As for Di Tian, the risk of trying to devour him alone is too high. I will go recruit some helpers to create an opportunity for you."

Huang Tian was stunned, her face full of bewilderment: "Helpers? You just landed in this world, you're unfamiliar with everything—where will you find helpers?"

A mysterious arc curled at the corner of Qian Xunji's mouth: "Don't worry about that. You will know when the time comes."

With that, Qian Xunji flipped his wrist, and a golden feather radiating a sacred aura drifted toward Huang Tian: "If there is a situation, or if you encounter a life-or-death crisis, inject your soul power into it to contact me."

Huang Tian took the feather without further ado. She reached up and lightly brushed her neck, causing an inverted silver-white scale to fall off, which she tossed to Qian Xunji.

"This is my reverse scale. It has the same effect."

Leaving those words behind, Huang Tian's figure instantly transformed into a streak of white light, passing through the gap in the window and disappearing silently into the sky above Tiandou City.

Only Qian Xunji remained in the room.

He did not rush to act. Instead, he left the hotel and visited several underground black markets and soul master taverns in Tiandou City. Relying on his powerful spiritual force and a few Gold Soul Coins to pave the way, he quickly figured out the current timeline of this world.

"The timeline overlaps perfectly! Tang San is exactly twelve years old right now, leveling up at Shrek Academy."

At this rate, Tang San would soon be hunting the Man Faced Demon Spider in the Star Dou Forest to obtain the External Soul Bone, the Eight Spider Lances—a heaven-defying piece of equipment.

"External Soul Bone? Heh heh heh, such a good thing is a waste on that weed-player." Qian Xunji chuckled inwardly.

"If my Qian San's Blue Silver Spider could add these eight spider legs to its back, that would be the most suitable fit. No rush. Once I finish my business, I'll go intercept this toy from Tang San."

After paying the tab, Qian Xunji walked out of the tavern.

"Next, it's time to meet an old acquaintance."

Martial Soul City, Worship Hall.

As the holy land of Martial Soul Hall, the Worship Hall was forever shrouded in a layer of sacred, inviolable majesty. Even the Pope, Bibi Dong, would not easily set foot here.

Deep in the night, inside the hall of the Worship Hall, the sixty-meter-tall statue of the Six-Winged Angel radiated a soft golden light.

Beneath the statue, an old man in simple gray robes was kneeling piously on a prayer mat with his eyes closed. He was the master of the Worship Hall, the ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo, Qian Daoliu.

"Oh, God of Angels, may you protect Xue'er, let her complete her great cause soon and return safely..." Qian Daoliu prayed silently in his heart.

Just then.

Qian Daoliu's tightly closed eyes snapped open, and a terrifying, limit-Douluo level spiritual pressure swept through the entire hall like a storm!

Someone had entered!

And they had bypassed all the outer restrictions of the Worship Hall without him, a ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo, noticing a thing, appearing in the hall like a ghost!

"Who?"

Qian Daoliu stood up abruptly, turned around, and stared fixedly at a corner in the shadow of the statue.

"To be able to sneak into the Worship Hall without a sound—looking across the continent, there are only a handful of people with such cultivation. Who exactly are you?"

Qian Daoliu's voice was like thunder, and he had already mobilized the soul power within his body, ready to launch a thunderous strike at any moment.

However, when the gray-robed figure slowly walked out of the shadows, Qian Daoliu froze.