Son of God!

"There's... There's actually a child?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo also saw the center of the altar then, and their eyes filled with surprise.

Seeing this, Qian Xunji descended toward the altar.

As he landed, the entire altar began to tremble.

Faintly, within this stretch of heaven and earth, there seemed to be a subtle dragon's roar and phoenix cry ringing out.

"Not good!"

Qian Xunji and the others' expressions changed at once. They instinctively gathered together and released their martial souls.

Boom!!!

The earth suddenly shuddered at that moment, and a desolate aura passed down from ancient times quietly spread out.

Immediately after, their consciousness plunged into darkness.

Looking down on this vast plain from high in the sky, one would only then discover that the pale colors within that crimson earth had faintly outlined the skeletons of an incomparably enormous dragon and phoenix!

As the tremors continued, endless purple-gold light gathered from those bones toward midair.

In the end, it formed a fruit roughly the size of a palm, its entire body gold and purple.

Looking closely, one would discover that the golden half, winding and twisting, was vividly a true dragon shrunk countless times over, while the other purple half was a phoenix spreading its wings in dance.

Once the fruit took shape, it fell toward the infant on the stone platform below.

The next moment, the infant on the stone platform opened its eyes as well. What kind of eyes were those?

Purple-gold pupils, filled with mystery and majesty, as if even heaven and earth had bowed before them...

Not long after, the noble purple-gold color faded, returning to a pure black without the slightest impurity.

"Where is this...?"

A dazed consciousness flashed through his mind, but in the end, because he had only just been born, he sank into sleep.

No one knew how much time had passed before Qian Xunji was the first to awaken from slumber.

"Hm? My injuries?!"

Qian Xunji immediately noticed the abnormality in his body. The heavy sensation that had filled him after he was severely wounded in his great battle with Tang Hao was gone, and his body, once riddled with damage, had completely recovered.

"Rank ninety-six? My soul power actually broke through too!"

"How is that possible?"

After circulating the soul power within his body and confirming that he had not fallen under some illusion-type soul skill, Qian Xunji's eyes filled with disbelief.

His soul power had actually broken through to rank ninety-six.

Qian Daoliu had once said that although he had inherited the Angel martial soul, his talent was not considered strong among the generations of the Qian family. It was even ranked in the lower-middle range.

In this lifetime, he basically had no hope of reaching his realm.

Because of that, Qian Daoliu had never opened the divine trial for Qian Xunji, hoping to save this precious opportunity for the future, when Qian Xunji reached a true bottleneck.

Ever since breaking through to rank ninety-five, he had already felt the difficulty of advancing his soul power.

He had thought he would find it hard to break through to rank ninety-six in this lifetime, but he had never expected to complete the breakthrough here by a stroke of strange coincidence.

"Old Ghost, why are we here?"

"Ju Hua Guan, did a donkey kick your brain? Didn't we enter the ruins together with His Holiness?"

"Hiss! My head hurts so much!"

"Huh? My soul power? I actually broke through two ranks?!"

"I broke through too!"

"Rank eighty. I never thought this old man would actually be able to break through to Soul Douluo in this lifetime!"

Behind him, the others gradually woke up. They also discovered the abnormalities in their own bodies. Not only had all the injuries they suffered while fighting Tang Hao fully recovered, their own soul power had also advanced by varying degrees.

"How do the two of you feel?"

Hearing everyone's discussions, a look of shock and suspicion flashed through Qian Xunji's eyes. He looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo and asked in a deep voice.

"Your Holiness, this subordinate's soul power has also broken through to rank ninety-five!"

After Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo finished sensing their own soul power ranks, joy flashed through their eyes. Facing Qian Xunji's question, they answered in somewhat excited voices.

Hearing everyone's reports, Qian Xunji's gaze fell on the altar once more.

At that moment, his gaze was filled with piety and reverence.

A guess had already faintly formed in his heart.

In his understanding, even his father, a rank ninety-nine peerless Douluo, could not accomplish something like this. Only the legendary gods could do it.

This place was clearly just as he had initially guessed. In all likelihood, it was a space belonging to a god.

"Your Holiness, that child..."

At this time, Chrysanthemum Douluo looked toward the sleeping infant in the center of the stone platform and spoke hesitantly.

This place was filled with the unknown and the uncanny, and no matter how one looked at it, a baby appearing here was far from ordinary.

"Spirit Hall upholds the oracle of the Angel God and protects all living beings on the continent. Naturally, we cannot stand by and watch a child be left here to fend for himself. Bring him back to Spirit Hall and raise him well."

Since he now had a guess about this place's origins, this child's identity might be rather extraordinary.

He might even be...

Suppressing the bold thought in his heart, Qian Xunji gave his instructions with a solemn gaze.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the others found it somewhat strange, but they said nothing more. After Chrysanthemum Douluo stepped forward and picked up the sleeping child, everyone quickly left the space.

After regrouping with the others, Qian Xunji led his people straight back toward Spirit Hall without stopping.

Although they had failed to kill Ah Yin and accomplish their original goal, the matter was not over yet.

After the group had left, the space above the forest suddenly split open, forming a pitch-black spatial rift.

Then silver light flashed, and a silver figure quietly emerged from within the spatial rift.

The silver figure stood in the air. She wore a long silver dress, a silver veil covered her face, and her long silver-white hair fell straight to her waist.

Looking at the ruined battlefield below, the silver figure's gaze shifted slightly and landed on that golden space.

Sensing the vast pressure emanating from within, her entire body suddenly froze, and a trace of shock flashed through her purple eyes.

In a flicker, she had already appeared inside the space. Looking at the remains of the dragon and phoenix scattered across the earth below, the jade-like face beneath her veil changed slightly.

"This power..."

"Pure true dragon and true phoenix bloodlines can actually merge with each other?"

"Could this be a contingency left behind by the Dragon God?"

She turned to look beyond the space, her gaze seeming to pierce through layer upon layer of space and see the figure Qian Xunji had taken away, her beautiful eyes shifting.

Amid her disbelief, there was also a joy she could hardly conceal.

After taking one last look at the enormous remains below, a trace of sorrow entered her expression. With a single flash, her figure sank into the spatial rift and vanished.

With everyone gone, this unknown valley gradually returned to its former calm.

In only three days, news that Tang Hao had gravely injured Pope Qian Xunji spread across the continent.

Afterward, Qian Daoliu, the Grand Worship of Spirit Hall, personally took action and forced the once-overbearing Clear Sky Clan, formerly the number one sect under heaven, to seal its mountain and withdraw from the world.

Even the sect's current leader, struck blow after blow, was so enraged that he never recovered, and before long he passed away.

The mountain gate of the former number one sect under heaven turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.

The continent's soul master world fell into a brief silence.