Chapter 3

As Ye Guyi's pure angelic soul power poured endlessly into the array, the crystal ball erupted with dazzling, gilded holy light.

Halos churned and surged around Ye Fan, and an incomparably sacred phantom slowly took shape behind him.

Six pairs of wings, white and lustrous as jade, unfurled layer by layer. Streaming light wreathed them, and vast, divine angelic power filled the entire thatched hut, driving away every trace of gloom.

That holy light formed a brilliant star-like radiance in the darkness of night.

At the same time, behind that six-winged figure of light, there was also the faint shape of a dark six-winged angel gathering.

In the night, the Soul Douluo of Ten Thousand Souls also noticed the sacred angelic aura blooming from Ye Fan's house and burst into wild laughter. "Jie jie jie, found you!"

As he spoke, the Soul Douluo of Ten Thousand Souls suddenly sped up, charging straight toward Ye Fan and Ye Guyi.

At that moment, Ye Guyi stared blankly at the sacred six-winged angel phantom, her eyes instantly turning wet. Unable to hide the wild joy in her heart, she cried out in excitement:

"Wonderful! It's the Six-Winged Angel martial soul!"

She choked up and lifted her head, filled with comfort and exhilaration, murmuring, "Father, Mother, our angel clan has finally seen the Six-Winged Angel martial soul appear again!"

Before her words had faded, a terrifying killing intent enveloped Ye Fan's residence.

A bone-piercing, icy killing intent suddenly came crashing down from all sides. The walls of the thatched hut trembled with a rustle, and cold soul power drilled through flesh and skin, making Ye Fan and Ye Guyi both shudder uncontrollably.

Ye Fan had just awakened his martial soul through the angelic phantom and had not yet had time to sense his own soul power level before the crisis was already upon them.

Ye Guyi's expression sharpened. Without the slightest hesitation, she picked Ye Fan up and smashed through the wooden door of the thatched hut. Her pure-white wings fully spread behind her as she carried Ye Fan and began fleeing at top speed.

Behind them, the Soul Douluo of Ten Thousand Souls saw the two angel descendants and was both shocked and delighted. "Jie jie jie, I didn't expect there to be not one angel descendant, but two."

"This trip was truly worth it!"

"If I capture these two, perhaps the cult leader will raise all my martial souls by an entire level?"

As he spoke, the Soul Douluo of Ten Thousand Souls had already locked onto Ye Guyi and Ye Fan.

He was visibly drawing closer and closer to them.

At that moment, Ye Guyi also recognized the newcomer. He was one of the enemies who had killed her parents back then. "Xiao Fan, remember this man's aura. He is one of the enemies who wiped out our clan."

As she spoke, Ye Guyi made a split-second decision. She was about to separate from Ye Fan and charge at the Soul Douluo of Ten Thousand Souls herself.

Then Ye Guyi left Ye Fan with one sentence.

"Xiao Fan, remember the mission of the angel clan!"

As the words fell, Ye Guyi pushed Ye Fan in another direction, while she herself beat her angel wings and charged straight at the Soul Douluo of Ten Thousand Souls.

Seeing this, Ye Fan immediately understood Ye Guyi's intention and roared, "Sister, don't!"

At that moment, the Soul Douluo of Ten Thousand Souls had already summoned his Banner of Ten Thousand Souls martial soul and swung it toward Ye Guyi. With just one strike, the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls would gain another dead soul.

In that critical instant, Ye Fan instantly realized that one of his martial souls was the Life Angel, which controlled the power of life and reincarnation and could revive those whose bloodline was close to his own.

His mind rapidly weighed who he could revive to break the current situation. His parents' soul power had been low, so reviving them would be useless. As for the others, he only knew Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, and Qian Renxue. Among them, Qian Xunji's cultivation was insufficient, and Qian Renxue's godhood was shattered, leaving her foundation unstable. Only the rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo Qian Daoliu was the safest choice.

Ye Fan slammed a palm hard against his chest, and a mouthful of warm heart's blood sprayed out, scattering through the air onto the Life Angel martial soul as he rapidly chanted an ancient and obscure prayer:

"With my heart's blood, I burn my life and restore my ancestor! Revive, my ancestor Qian Daoliu!"

Vast holy light of life exploded from within his body. He directly sacrificed his own heart's blood and burned thirty years of his lifespan as the medium, while the six wings of the Life Angel behind him all trembled.

Gilded vitality filled the sky, following the heart's blood to outline ancient angelic sacrificial patterns. A boundless, sacred figure of light appeared between heaven and earth.

The cold baleful aura unleashed by the Soul Douluo of Ten Thousand Souls as he used the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls to carry countless resentful souls forward was forcibly stopped. The Soul Douluo of Ten Thousand Souls, who had been about to slaughter Ye Guyi, abruptly halted, staring at Ye Fan in utter horror.

But what awaited him was a dazzling, blinding holy light that tore through the night. A tall, majestic, peerless figure that lit up the entire starry sky slowly solidified. It was none other than the rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo Qian Daoliu, who had been silent for ten thousand years.

In the void, he frowned slightly and murmured in deep confusion, "Hm? Didn't I die?"

"..."

Ye Fan gave him no extra time to react. Relying on the bloodline contract formed through the Life Angel's sacrifice, he forcibly controlled Qian Daoliu's body.

In an instant, six pairs of radiant, sacred angel wings unfurled with a thunderous boom, and monstrous holy might swept in every direction.

Through Qian Daoliu's body, Ye Fan released soul skills one after another. "Seventh Soul Skill—Angel Avatar." The Angel Domain opened at the same time, and finally, he unleashed the strongest killing move. "Ninth Soul Skill—Angel's Breath."

The ultimate sacred holy light crushed down. Caught off guard, the Soul Douluo of Ten Thousand Souls and the countless vengeful spirits in the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls were instantly restrained and dissolved. At the same time, after those resentful spirits dissolved, they turned into points of energy light that gathered toward Ye Fan's body.

His pupils suddenly shrank, and he let out a shrill, despairing roar. "No! Fourth Worship, save me!"

Before his words could fade, his entire body was completely melted by the divine power and vanished without a trace.

At the same time, at a mysterious altar somewhere on the Sun Moon Continent, two figures, one red and one black, opened their eyes at once.

The red figure said to the black figure, "What happened? Ten Thousand Souls' soul imprint has collapsed."

"Zhongli Wu, send someone to investigate what's going on."

Hearing this, the black figure also looked solemn. "Mother, I sent Ten Thousand Souls to hunt down the remaining angel wretches. To guard against any accidents, I even specially invited the Fourth Worship to go with him."

"Even a lineup like that ran into trouble."

"I think it would be better if I went personally."

The red figure thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Good."

On Ye Fan's side, Ye Guyi watched with her own eyes as the enemy who had wiped out her clan dissolved right in front of her, but she was completely baffled, not knowing exactly what had happened.

All she knew was that a terrifying possessor of an angel martial soul had helped her kill the Soul Douluo of Ten Thousand Souls.

She focused her gaze, and only then did she realize that the peerless expert was now standing beside Ye Fan, his face full of anger.

At that moment, once Ye Fan saw that Ye Guyi was out of danger and their enemy had been destroyed, his body, emptied of soul power, could no longer hold on. He pitched straight toward the ground.

It was Ye Guyi who noticed something was wrong and accelerated beneath him, catching his body in midair.

In that brief gap, without Ye Fan's control, Qian Daoliu instantly regained his ability to move.

At once, he flashed to Ye Guyi and Ye Fan's side.

He sternly questioned Ye Fan, "Boy, what soul skill did you use?"

"Why were you able to control this old man's body just now?"

Hearing this, Ye Fan lifted his eyes and made out Qian Daoliu's face. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he fainted powerlessly.

Qian Daoliu still wanted to press him, but Ye Guyi stopped him and said, "Senior, although I don't know how Xiao Fan controlled your body, I can sense that your existence is related to his martial soul. Why not wait until he wakes up, then ask him how?"

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu felt that Ye Guyi's words were not unreasonable. For some reason, he instinctively felt close to Ye Guyi, as if there were some indescribable connection between them.

So he decided to wait until Ye Fan woke up, then ask him clearly.

While Ye Fan was unconscious, in order to speed up Ye Fan's recovery, Qian Daoliu did not forget to send pure angelic power into Ye Fan's body.

This made Ye Guyi very grateful.

The next morning, Ye Fan finally woke from his coma.

At this time, both Ye Guyi and Qian Daoliu were keeping watch by Ye Fan's side.

The moment Ye Fan woke up, Qian Daoliu questioned him aloud, "Boy, tell me. Why were you able to control my body?"

"And this old man clearly died after sacrificing himself to someone. Why have I come back to life?"

Hearing this, Ye Fan immediately signaled for Ye Guyi to help him up, then bowed respectfully to Qian Daoliu and said, "Your unfilial descendant Ye Fan pays respects to the ancestor!"

Ye Fan's actions left Qian Daoliu at a loss.

Ye Guyi was just as baffled.