A Thousand Years of Slumber, An Awakening

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"Qian Renxue, current Young Master of Spirit Hall, respectfully follows the ancient ancestral precepts!"

"Now, this descendant has fallen into desperate straits. The Angel inheritance faces adversity, and Spirit Hall's foundation hides the threat of destruction. I humbly beg the Patriarch to unseal himself and return to the world!"

Spirit Hall.

A forbidden underground realm ten thousand zhang below, its ultimate secret chamber.

Nine-year-old Qian Renxue knelt upon the icy bluestone floor.

Her tiny body curled slightly inward.

Her luxurious white dress trimmed with gold made her seem all the more frail and lonely.

Yet her eyes burned with utmost anticipation and hope.

Because before her, floating silently at the center of the chamber, was an ancient jade coffin entirely black and wrapped in layer upon layer of purple-gold dragon patterns.

The jade coffin was translucent and lustrous.

It sealed away the silence of countless ages, cutting off every trace of aura.

Through the crystal-clear jade coffin, she could clearly see a tall figure lying quietly within.

The man wore a black robe embroidered with purple-gold patterns. His ink-black hair lay smoothly spread across the coffin. His face was incomparably handsome, sharply defined, his brows and eyes cold and profound, carrying an innate supreme majesty that looked down upon the world.

His eyes were shut, his chest steady and unmoving.

Not the slightest aura leaked from his body. He resembled a flawless work of art sealed away for a thousand years—silent and mysterious.

Though he lay there in stillness, he exuded the aura of a supreme being standing above all life and overlooking mountains and rivers, inspiring instinctive awe and submission.

This was the Patriarch of Spirit Hall!

And likewise, her only hope at this moment!

Three years ago.

She had awakened the Six-Winged Angel martial soul, born with level twenty full soul power.

It should have been Spirit Hall's glory, unmatched in ten thousand years.

But good times did not last.

Three days ago, her mother Bibi Dong's cold and merciless order had suddenly descended.

Qian Renxue was ordered to immediately relinquish her status as Young Master, conceal her Angel bloodline, travel far to the Heaven Dou Empire under an assumed name, and infiltrate the imperial palace.

She was to disguise herself and endure for the rest of her life.

All so she could exhaust her childhood innocence and remaining years for Spirit Hall's grand ambition.

She had once looked hopefully toward her grandfather Qian Daoliu, who had always doted on her, wishing he would stand up for her and stop this cruel fate.

But that Limit Douluo, who had seemed capable of holding up the sky and who loved her so dearly, had only remained silent. With a single predetermined decree, he personally pushed her into boundless darkness.

The vast Spirit Hall—the home that had birthed and raised her.

At this moment, every one of her closest relatives had abandoned her.

At nine years old, she tasted the world's most profound loneliness and coldness for the first time.

All her innocence, all her sweet hopes, shattered completely beneath the icy weight of power and the greater scheme.

Just as despair filled her heart and she was about to be forced to leave for a foreign land.

Her Second Worshipper grandfather, Golden Crocodile Douluo, brought her into this underground forbidden realm, Spirit Hall's most mysterious place for the past two thousand years—a place no one had dared enter.

Golden Crocodile Douluo told her, Spirit Hall had a Patriarch who had sealed himself away for a thousand years.

That Patriarch had been an unparalleled peerless prodigy in all the ages.

At six, he awakened twin god-tier martial souls and possessed innate level twenty full soul power.

He became a Soul Emperor at ten, attained the title at thirteen.

At seventeen, he stepped into the realm of a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo!

His talent surpassed the ancient ages and crushed the prodigies of countless generations!

He had once left behind an ancestral precept.

Only when Spirit Hall's inheritance was severed, its foundation crumbled, and its descendants fell into desperate straits could they carry the Young Master's token into the forbidden realm and awaken the Patriarch to return to the world!

If they could awaken the Patriarch, every settled outcome could be rewritten!

Those words became her only glimmer of light.

So, she came here.

But as time dripped away, drop by drop.

The sound echoed again and again, spreading in waves.

In the end, it slowly faded into every corner of the secret chamber.

Yet.

The jade coffin remained completely still.

There was not the slightest movement, nor any sign of life returning.

Silence.

An absolute, suffocating silence enveloped the entire chamber.

Qian Renxue lowered her gaze slightly. Intense disappointment flooded her golden eyes, and the last trace of hope in their depths slowly went out.

As expected, had she hoped for too much?

A thousand years of slumber. Seas turning into fields. Time was merciless.

Even a Rank 99 Ultimate Douluo, a being with the body of a demigod—how could he possibly retain his consciousness after spanning several thousand years?

The so-called ancient ancestor, the so-called final hope and hidden trump card, was ultimately nothing more than an illusory legend passed down by Spirit Hall for a thousand years.

A beautiful fantasy meant to comfort themselves...

Yet.

Just as Qian Renxue's heart was filled with disappointment and she stood on the brink of despair.

A sudden change erupted!

Rumble!!

The Angel Jade Token resting atop the coffin suddenly burst forth with boundless, radiant golden holy light.

Vast and sacred angelic power instantly swept through the entire secret chamber!

The sacred angelic power abruptly merged with the dark dragon patterns on the jade coffin.

One gold and one black—two ultimate powers collided and intertwined. There was not the slightest rejection between them; instead, they complemented and fused with one another, erupting with earth-shaking energy fluctuations!

Buzz—!

The Black Dragon Jade Coffin, silent for a thousand years, began to tremble violently.

Every purple-gold dragon pattern upon its surface lit up. Countless ancient runes awakened one by one, flowing with an eternal, desolate pressure.

Inside the jade coffin.

The long eyelashes of the handsome youth who had slept for a thousand years trembled ever so slightly.

This sight instantly made Qian Renxue's pupils contract. Her face filled with utter shock and disbelief as she stood at the edge of despair!

The next second!

A pair of deep black eyes, as though they contained the endless night of all ages, suddenly opened!

"Roar!!!"

A dragon's cry shook the heavens!

A desolate and domineering black dragon roar, capable of tearing through eternity, suddenly resounded through the secret chamber. It pierced the underground restrictions and shot into the sky!

Black dragon might swept across the vast earth. The entire underground expanse trembled violently, while the heavens and earth changed color and undercurrents surged!

Crack—!

The millennia-proof black jade coffin lid shattered in an instant, turning into countless fragments of jade that drifted away on the wind.

Qin Zheng slowly sat upright, his tall, slender frame straightening. His ink-black hair fluttered lightly in the wind, while his dark dragon robe snapped and billowed.

At first, his deep black eyes held a trace of confusion that had crossed the passage of time, but it vanished in an instant.

In its place was an endless, profound brilliance that saw through the affairs of the world and looked down upon all living things.

A thousand years of slumber, and now he had awakened!

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze gently falling upon the petite girl, Qian Renxue, kneeling below him.

Qin Zheng's voice was low and magnetic, carrying the vicissitudes of countless ages. Yet it was also warm and pleasant as it slowly rang out.

"Are you... the current heir and young master of Spirit Hall?"

Hearing that voice, as though it had crossed through time itself, Qian Renxue's mind shook. She hurriedly composed herself and respectfully kowtowed.

"Yes! This junior is Qian Renxue, the current young master of Spirit Hall. I pay respects to Ancestor! In accordance with the ancestral precepts, I have awakened Ancestor to protect Spirit Hall in this crisis!"

At this moment, Qian Renxue's heart was overwhelmed with shock.

This ancestor who had slept for a thousand years looked unbelievably young, far more handsome and imposing than she had imagined.

Yet the supreme pressure around him, as though it stood above heaven and earth and crushed all living beings, filled her with reverence from the depths of her heart.

It was as though even her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, would appear as immature and insignificant as a child before this ancestor!

"Qian Renxue..."

Qin Zheng softly murmured her name. As he looked at Qian Renxue, a faint smile flickered through his eyes, and his cool features softened slightly.