Entering the Canyon, Qian Renxue's Lingering Soul

After walking for half an hour, Liu Lin reached the depths of the canyon.

However, upon arriving there, a golden barrier blocked his path forward.

Even merely approaching the surface of the barrier, he could feel the holy and scorching aura it radiated.

Liu Lin reached out to test it, only to find that his fingertips were bounced away the moment they touched it.

Through this probe, he confirmed that the power would not harm anyone, but it prevented people from entering the deepest part of the canyon.

Liu Lin lowered his head and looked at the dragon scale patterns on his arms, which were still faintly glowing.

The power the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings had left within his soul bones could still be used a few more times. No reason to let it go to waste.

He raised his right hand. Icy blue and crimson gold light intertwined in his palm before he struck the barrier with his hand.

A dragon's roar rang out. The barrier, which had existed for who knew how many years, shuddered violently several times before cracking apart inch by inch from its center, turning into golden motes that scattered through the sky.

Seeing the barrier shatter, Liu Lin stepped inside.

The moment he entered the depths of the canyon, the scene before him changed in an instant.

He abruptly found himself standing in the middle of a magnificent palace. Looking at the scene before him, his body tensed as he cautiously scanned his surroundings.

An illusion. Liu Lin immediately realized what this was.

He was viewing a memory sealed by time from the perspective of an observer.

The first thing he saw was a girl walking in. Her long golden hair sparkled beneath the sunlight, and her delicate features were as exquisite as a doll's.

Soon afterward, an elderly man with a head of white hair and a straight, upright figure entered.

His voice was majestic and solemn, and his entire body exuded a sacred aura.

"Xiao Xue, are you ready? The undercover plan has begun."

"Yes, Grandpa, I'm ready." The golden-haired girl looked at her grandfather and nodded.

The moment Liu Lin heard their conversation, he guessed that they were Qian Renxue and her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.

What puzzled him, however, was why Qian Renxue had deliberately drawn him in.

While he was pondering this, the scene before him shifted, and he arrived in another setting.

The moment he arrived, he saw Qian Renxue holding the Angel Holy Sword as she faced someone wielding a trident across the sea.

That person's face was somewhat blurry, but Liu Lin would never mistake those sea-blue eyes—he was Tang San.

Qian Renxue raised her head to look at him. Her red lips parted, and after she said something to Tang San across from her, the two began fighting.

Watching their battle from the side, Liu Lin's eyes were filled with admiration and appreciation.

"This is far more spectacular than the anime I watched back then. This live broadcast is pretty good."

After he finished watching, the scene changed once more.

Qian Renxue stood alone in a desolate valley. She planted the Angel Holy Sword into the ground before her, then slowly closed her eyes.

Golden light surged from her body, transforming into countless motes that scattered into the wind.

Qian Renxue, a generation's Angel God, had actually fallen in some nameless place. It was hard not to sigh at the tragedy of it.

After this scene finished playing, the illusion dissipated, and Liu Lin was forcibly teleported out as well.

When Liu Lin realized he was standing before a plain stone house, he could not help feeling confused. What was the point of making him watch Qian Renxue's memories?

He then shook his head and stopped thinking about it. These questions were useless anyway; he might as well see what treasures this place held.

With that thought, Liu Lin began observing his surroundings.

A sword was embedded in the ground before the door—it was the Angel Holy Sword that had pierced through Tang San's chest.

A fierce light burst from his eyes as he happily ran over.

"Haha, my divine artifact treasure, here I come."

As he approached, the blade trembled slightly and let out an extremely soft hum.

"Damn, this sword isn't going to kill me, is it?"

Hearing the faint rumble from the blade, Liu Lin's expression instantly tightened.

He feared that the sword might suddenly go mad and stab him.

Suddenly, an illusory figure emerged from the blade.

Golden hair, six golden wings, and a face identical to the one in the illusion.

Qian Renxue had abruptly appeared once more.

Her figure was faint, so faint that it was nearly transparent. Yet her eyes were calmer than at any moment in the illusion.

"Welcome to the place of my fall, descendant."

Qian Renxue looked at Liu Lin before her and slowly spoke.

"This junior is Liu Lin. Greetings, Senior." Liu Lin bowed respectfully.

"My time is running out. There is no need for such formalities."

"I have a question for you. You have a grudge against Tang San, don't you?"

Qian Renxue waved her hand, indicating that he did not need to put on such empty formalities.

Liu Lin neither denied it nor tried to explain himself to Qian Renxue.

Because silence itself was the answer.

Qian Renxue looked at him and sighed softly, not pressing him for the reason.

After all, she was already dead. Knowing such things would serve no purpose and would only make her bothersome.

She did not care what grudge this young man held against Tang San.

She only knew that anyone who could force Tang San's remnant soul to burn its life force just to kill them was certainly no ordinary person.

"I could tell outside just now that you and Tang San have a grudge. Though I do not know why he bears such enmity toward you, it does not matter."

"As long as you are Tang San's enemy, that is enough. Are you willing to accept my inheritance and obtain this Angel Holy Sword?"

Qian Renxue raised her hand and pulled the Angel Holy Sword from the ground.

The golden patterns on the blade lit up the instant she touched it, as though answering its former master's final call.

Why would I turn down an inheritance handed to me for free? If I did, what would make me any different from an idiot? Liu Lin thought upon hearing Qian Renxue's words.

"Yes, I am willing to accept the inheritance. May I ask what final wish you have, Senior?"

"Once you receive the inheritance, kill Tang San if you can. If you cannot, then there is nothing else I need you to do."

"Though I do not know why a fragment of Tang San's divine soul appeared here, I can tell you that the real Tang San is not dead."

Liu Lin nodded at her words. Of course he knew that Tang San was not dead.

"Yes, that is all. My time has come."

"Also, this inheritance will take a long time."

Qian Renxue looked at Liu Lin and kindly reminded him.

"Senior, I understand. Could you give this junior one minute?"

"Yes." Hearing Liu Lin's request, Qian Renxue nodded in agreement.

Liu Lin then sank his consciousness into the Sea of Consciousness.

At that moment, the Three-Eyed Golden Lion stood amid the golden mist, with a rare hint of anxiety in her reddish-gold eyes.

She had been sensing Liu Lin's condition through the threads of fate and knew that he was not dead.

But when Tang San burned his divine power just now, the fluctuations in those threads of fate had been so violent that they nearly scared her to death.

"Wifey, aren't you about to take human form soon?"

"Tell Jiujiu and Lexuan that I'm fine, so they don't worry. I still need some time here before I can return."

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion snorted. "I knew Zhang Lexuan was involved with you."

But then she sighed. "Sigh, after I take human form, I'll go find them. You can accept the inheritance without worry."

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion said no more because she could contact Liu Lin. If Liu Lin was this worried, she did not dare imagine how the other two might be doing.

"And come back soon. Otherwise, when you do return, I won't want you anymore."

Liu Lin smiled at the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's words and agreed.

"Alright, I understand."

He then left the Sea of Consciousness and nodded to Qian Renxue. "We can begin."

Qian Renxue held the Angel Holy Sword horizontally before her. Golden light flowed from the blade, enveloping Liu Lin's entire body.

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