Qian Renxue: Who Says There Are No Vessels?

Two golden lights flashed by, Qian Daoliu away and returned, causing him to blush with excitement.

He carefully held several fragments of the soul, which radiated a pale golden, divine light, in his hands, his whole body trembling slightly with ecstasy.

However, the old servants of the Worship Hall did not pay any attention to the fragment of soul in his hand at this moment.

All eyes turned past him and were fixed on the figure that had quietly appeared behind him.

She was a young woman who looked to be no more than twenty years old. Her long, radiant light golden hair flowed like sunlight and was casually draped over her shoulders. She had an absolutely stunning face, and her features bore a striking resemblance to Pope Bibi Dong, who was standing not far away.

The newcomer was none other than Qian Renxue, the Young Master of the Spirit Hall.

Judging from the expectant yet complex expression on her face, she clearly knew that the Angel God was about to be resurrected.

The moment she appeared, Mighty Lion Douluo's pupils constricted sharply, and a thought almost burst out of his mouth exploded in his mind: a divine-level Martial Soul, Innate Level 20 Soul Power... This... this is the most perfect...

"Gulp." He subconsciously swallowed, his eyes instantly becoming incredibly intense.

"Where are you looking!" The Golden Crocodile Douluo beside him changed his expression, shoved his elbow hard into the waist, and glared at him with a warning look.

What a load of rubbish I'm thinking!

Mighty Lion Douluo was jolted awake, instantly realizing what was happening. His old face flushed red, and he lowered his head in shame.

That's Xiao Xue! She's Big Brother's only bloodline!

The other worshippers also awoke in surprise, quickly averting their gazes and no longer daring to look directly at Qian Renxue, as if it were some kind of blasphemy against the gods.

Qian Daoliu, who rushed back excitedly, was completely unaware of the turmoil in the hearts of his old comrades.

Holding the shards, he was about to rush to the counter to ask the senior to perform a miracle, but when he looked up, he found that these old guys were all like wilted eggplants, dejected and dispirited.

"What's wrong with you all?" Qian Daoliu asked, his face full of confusion. "Why are you all looking so mournful? The Angel God is about to be resurrected! All of you, perk up!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo raised his head and looked at his Big Brother's face, which looked somewhat silly due to ecstasy. He opened his mouth, but in the end, it turned into a heavy sigh.

He recounted to Qian Daoliu the most basic yet fatal problem that everyone had just discussed.

"... Big Brother, the souls are complete."

"But we have no vessel to hold the soul of Deity."

After hearing this, the smile on Qian Daoliu's face gradually froze.

He looked down at the fragment of soul in his hand, which radiated a holy light that now seemed almost blinding.

He looked up again and thought about the "container" that did not actually exist.

My heart, which was just burning with ecstasy, felt like it had been doused with a bucket of ice water in the dead of winter.

Instantly, my heart sank.

Yes... if there's only a soul... where will God go after resurrection?

Qian Daoliu swayed violently, almost losing his balance. All his hopes, his last hope, were pinned on that ever-calm and collected man.

He swallowed hard, and looked at Lin Feng cautiously in an almost pleading tone.

"Then... senior... what about here...?"

Lin Feng put down his teacup, gently shook his head, and spoke in a low voice, but it was a death sentence.

"I will not directly provide you with a vessel capable of containing the soul of Deity."

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu and the others' hearts, which had just cooled down, sank completely to the bottom, freezing into solid blocks of ice.

Behind him stood the Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Azure Luan Douluo, and the Mighty Lion Douluo...

At this moment, the hearts of all those enshrined in the Spirit Hall sank to the bottom.

Their dream of resurrecting the Deity at the Spirit Hall... is it really going to end in such a farcical way?

Just as everyone in the Worship Hall fell into a deathly silence of despair, Qian Renxue's gaze did not linger on them.

From the moment she entered, her gaze fell on the woman sitting not far away, whose figure was completely different from the one she remembered.

She became younger, more beautiful; she was reborn.

Qian Renxue was almost certain that this woman had successfully shed the old body that bore endless pain and put on a brand new, vibrant body.

Very nice...

Her gaze became somewhat complicated, and subconsciously, she turned towards Bibi Dong, revealing a smile that she herself couldn't quite describe.

That smile contained happiness, but even more so, bitterness and sadness.

With the abandonment of that old body, the last thread of blood ties connecting them seemed to have been completely severed.

However, after noticing her gaze, Bibi Dong merely glanced at her coldly, then let out a barely audible snort before turning her head away, picking up her teacup, as if the other person were merely an eyesore and superfluous stranger.

That undisguised aloofness, like a sharp ice thorn, pierced Qian Renxue's heart. The last complex smile on her lips slowly disappeared.

My mother... has started a new life.

She no longer needs this "stain" on her reputation.

At that moment, she clearly heard the desperate sighs of Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others, and heard Lin Feng's rejection.

She turned her head and saw her grandfather's back, which had instantly hunched over with shattered hope, like a mountain about to collapse.

Qian Renxue fell silent.

Then, in the dead silence, she took a step forward.

A clear, firm voice rang out distinctly in the otherwise silent hall.

"Who said there aren't any left?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding loudly in the deathly silent hall!

Brush--!

In an instant, everyone's gaze was focused on that tall, pale gold figure.

In despair, Qian Daoliu suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

Then, as if a drowning person had grasped at the last straw, he suddenly stood up and rushed to Qian Renxue in a few big strides.

"Xue'er?!" His voice trembled with disbelief. "You... what did you just say? Say it again!"

Qian Renxue looked at her grandfather's old face, which was filled with anxiety and hope, her eyes calm and firm.

Her gaze swept over the few sacred fragments of the soul held in her grandfather's hands, and then glanced at Bibi Dong's back in the distance.

Finally, she took a deep breath, as if making the most important decision of her life.

I said...

Her voice was incredibly clear, each word like a heavy hammer blow striking everyone's heart.

"We have containers."

"I am the best vessel for the resurrection of the Angel God."