Qian Renxue, Is He Really My Ancestor?!

It was precisely because this academy, with its terrifyingly deep foundation, had emerged out of nowhere that the elemental academies, which had previously fought their own separate battles across the continent, had long since been subtly absorbed.

Those genius students who once belonged to the Four Elements Academies were now all disciples of Rainbow Academy.

This was the butterfly effect brought about by Long Yun, an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years, flapping his wings in this world.

"Greetings, Dean!"

A few vibrant young people approached, led by the sisters Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er, accompanied by the red-haired Huo Wu and the grinning Feng Xiaotian.

Upon seeing Long Yun, they all respectfully stopped in their tracks and bowed.

Long Yun nodded at them, his expression gentle.

"Are you all training diligently? You must not show the slightest slack in mastering your elemental powers."

Shui Bing'er nodded obediently in response.

"Rest assured, Dean. We train hard in the simulated environments every day; we will never bring shame to the academy."

Long Yun said no more and continued walking toward the massive pool in the center of the academy.

This pool was known as the Pool of Life, and its waters contained rich spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

As soon as he approached the edge of the pool, the previously calm surface suddenly churned violently.

A massive Demon Soul Great White Shark surged out of the water, kicking up a spray of crystalline droplets.

When this giant shark saw Long Yun, its originally fierce gaze instantly turned incredibly soft, and it nudged its massive head toward the shore.

It even wagged its tail in a fawning manner.

Long Yun reached out and gently stroked the shark's smooth head.

"Xiao Bai, you're quite spirited today."

The Demon Soul Great White Shark, known as Xiao Bai, narrowed its eyes comfortably, emitting a low, rumbling sound as it enjoyed the petting.

Meanwhile, in Martial Soul City.

Qian Renxue had not stayed in Heaven Dou City, but had instead rushed back to Martial Soul Hall overnight.

She dove straight into the Top Secret Archive located in the deepest part of Martial Soul Hall.

That was where the oldest and most core historical documents since the founding of Martial Soul Hall were kept.

Thick dust danced in the air as Qian Renxue flipped through the ancient books, some of which were yellowed and brittle.

Finally, on the lowest, dust-covered shelf, she found an ancient scroll sealed with multiple layers of magic.

The moment she opened the scroll, Qian Renxue's pupils constricted sharply.

It clearly recorded a name: Qian Renhan.

Not only that, but the scroll also explicitly identified Qian Renhan's status.

She was indeed an ancient ancestor of the Qian family, and furthermore, the first Angel God!

Qian Renxue felt a buzz in her head, and she stood there completely stunned.

Such earth-shattering secrets were impossible to know, even for her, the current inheritor of the Angel God position, unless she specifically came to this top-secret place to search for them!

"That man named Long Yun..."

Qian Renxue's knuckles turned white as she gripped the scroll, her heart churning with turbulent waves.

He said Qian Renhan was his wife.

Could it be that the man who casually drank and chatted with her at the Soul Fighting Tavern was truly her ancestor from who knows how many generations ago?

The moment this thought arose, Qian Renxue forcefully shook it away.

This was too absurd!

How could a human live for tens of thousands of years?

Even if one truly became a god, they should have ascended to the God Realm long ago; how could they still be wandering around Douluo Continent like an ordinary person?

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth and placed the scroll back where it belonged.

"No, these ancient books alone aren't enough to be certain. I must go to the Angel Temple to verify this myself."

She turned around and walked quickly toward the Angel Temple, her pace hurried.

As Xiong Jun finished digesting his reward, the light screen above the firmament began to flicker once more.

The eyes of every living creature on the continent were instantly drawn back to it.

Comments scrolled wildly along the edges of the light screen like snowflakes.

They were uniformly filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"One hundred thousand years of cultivation! That's one hundred thousand years! I'm not even sure if I can reach the Soul Saint level in this lifetime!"

"What do you know? The most terrifying thing is that soul bone from the Divine Beast Behemoth. That grants the bloodline of a divine beast; it's not something we humans can obtain by hunting soul beasts!"

"Why do all these good things fall to the soul beasts? I refuse to accept this!"

Watching the peerless, domineering power of Xiong Jun, those human soul masters wished they could instantly transform into soul beasts to receive the baptism of the Sky Screen.

Such god-level rewards, which were completely impossible to replicate, made everyone's eyes turn red with envy.

Inside the Pope Palace of Martial Soul Hall.

Bibi Dong sat upright on the papal throne, her exquisite face veiled in a layer of frost.

Several elders stood below, all of them silent as cicadas in winter.

They had originally been plotting to organize a hunting party the moment the Sky Screen exposed the locations of those Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.

But now, seeing the terrifying strike in the footage where Xiong Jun tore through space with a casual wave, everyone felt a deep, throbbing headache.

With strength like that, who could they possibly send?

Even if the Pope led the team herself, encountering a Xiong Jun whose power had now surged to such heights would likely result in a disastrous defeat.

Bibi Dong rubbed her temples, her gaze fixed on the Sky Screen.

A mere tenth place is already this troublesome. The upcoming ninth place will surely be even more powerful than Xiong Jun.

A sense of intense unease surged within her.

The waters of this continent were far deeper than she had imagined.

"Your Holiness, do you think this ninth place could be the Beast God Di Tian, who beat Xiong Jun so soundly?" Ghost Douluo guessed cautiously from the side.

Bibi Dong did not answer, the gravity in her eyes only deepening.

What she was looking forward to now was what kind of earth-shattering reward this ninth-ranked soul beast would receive.

On the playground of Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang stood in front of the crowd, his fists clenched tightly, his face flushed as red as a pig's liver.

His soul master theories, which he took such pride in, were being ground into the dirt by this Sky Screen time and time again today.

He had always boasted of having seen countless beasts, claiming that no soul beast on the continent could escape his knowledge.

Yet that Xiong Jun, and that so-called Divine Beast Behemoth, were things he had never even heard of before!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, his expression twisted as his composure shattered.

"I have spent decades researching martial souls and soul beasts; it is impossible for there to be powerful soul beasts in this world that I am completely unaware of!"

He stared at the Sky Screen, which was about to change, secretly vowing to himself.

He had to recognize this next ninth-place entry; he had to reclaim his dignity as a Grandmaster!

In the Star Dou Great Forest.

Xiong Jun had stopped roaring by now, his massive body coiled in place as his two dark-gold eyes stared at the sky.

He was ten thousand times unconvinced by this tenth-place ranking.

He wanted to see exactly which blind fool had the qualifications to be ranked ahead of him, Xiong Jun.

If it turned out that the guy was in the Star Dou Great Forest, he would definitely hunt them down and have a proper fight with his Behemoth God Claw!