An Encounter with the Angel God Herself

The most urgent matter now was getting you your first Soul Ring. Your task was to help your master complete Treasure Appraisal.

A gale howled backward.

Ning Wuqian choked and coughed repeatedly. His chest heaved as he held his breath, his mind racing.

Get a first Soul Ring?

Wouldn't it be enough to find a Soul Grandmaster to kill a ten-year boar in the outskirts?

Did they really need to trouble a Title Douluo to personally escort him?

This was obviously taking him straight into a dragon's den and tiger's lair!

With his flimsy level-ten body, even getting grazed would turn him into pulp!

He lowered his head and glanced at the rapidly receding scenery below, instantly feeling dizzy.

"Senior, to kill a ten-year Soul Beast, surely we don't need a great Buddha like you?" Ning Wuqian shouted at the top of his lungs, but the gale tore his voice to pieces.

Tang Potian gripped the back of his collar with one hand and plunged sharply downward.

A layer of black Soul Power barrier spread out, blocking the deadly winds.

"The master instructed me that your body is too weak. If you get bumped or scraped and it delays the Treasure Appraisal, what am I supposed to use to compensate?" Tang Potian snorted coldly. "In the Star Dou Great Forest, never mind someone like you who isn't even a Soul Master— even I have to risk my life!"

The wind abruptly stopped.

The two slammed into the muddy ground.

Ning Wuqian's legs went limp, and with a plop, he dropped to his knees in the muck.

The thick stench of blood rushed straight to his head, making him retch repeatedly.

He raised his head.

His gaze passed over the ruined wooden fence ahead.

At the edge of the pitch-black forest, enormous beastly silhouettes were packed together in dense masses.

A Man Faced Demon Spider's eight long legs sank deep into the swamp. The ghastly white human face pattern on its abdomen twisted back and forth, while its compound eyes glimmered with greedy, ghostly light.

A Mandala Snake coiled around the branch of an ancient tree so wide ten people could barely encircle it. It flicked its crimson tongue, venom dripping onto the ground and corroding it into clouds of black smoke.

The Nether Wolf pack bared their fangs, saliva dripping onto the fallen leaves as their front paws constantly scraped at the earth.

Every one of them was over five meters long!

Dense purple Soul Power fluctuations radiated from their bodies.

One, two, ten...

With a rough glance, there were at least a hundred of them!

They were all thousand-year Soul Beasts!

They did not fight one another. Instead, every one of them stared toward the human outpost.

"Roar—"

The largest Nether Wolf King could no longer restrain itself. It leaped up and pounced straight at the wooden fence.

"Bang!"

A dark golden curtain of light flared up in midair.

The Nether Wolf King crashed into the light curtain and was instantly thrown back, smashing through three large trees.

The light curtain shook violently, ripples spreading across its surface.

Beyond the Sky Curtain, the Chat Group exploded.

[Shrek Academy Flender: Over a hundred thousand-year Soul Beasts gathered together? Th-this... this is the outskirts?]

[Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Ning Fengzhi: In the current outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, finding a suitable hundred-year Soul Beast takes half a day of searching. In the outskirts ten thousand years ago, thousand-year Soul Beasts actually gathered in packs as cannon fodder?]

[Spirit Hall Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan: My heavens, that Man Faced Demon Spider has at least six thousand years of cultivation! It could rule a region even now, yet over there it can only squeeze into the front row and eat dirt?]

[Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen: If this pack of beasts really broke through, the current Heaven Dou Empire border defense line wouldn't last even half an hour!]

[Shrek Academy Yu Xiaogang: This is absolutely impossible! According to my years of research into the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, thousand-year Soul Beasts possess an extremely strong sense of territory and can never live in groups! This goes against a Soul Beast's instincts!]

[Star Luo Emperor Dai Tianli: Shut up, you useless fool! The facts are right in front of you. Your pathetic theories were all summarized from flowers grown in a greenhouse! In the survival environment of ten thousand years ago, if you didn't band together, you died!]

The powerful figures of later generations were all trembling.

Normally, hunting a single thousand-year Soul Beast required bringing several capable fighters and carefully setting traps.

But the ancestors of ten thousand years ago faced armies of monsters on this scale every day!

Tang Potian strode forward without even looking at the frenzied beast horde beyond the barrier.

"Stop dawdling. Come with me to borrow help from the outpost ahead. They know more about auxiliary-type Soul Masters like you."

Ning Wuqian scrambled to his feet and clung tightly behind Tang Potian.

Ahead stood a small fortress built from massive stones.

The walls were covered in dark red bloodstains and enormous claw marks. The deepest claw mark had sliced straight through half a meter of granite.

Above the fortress flew a tattered banner.

A sword and a hammer crossed together.

The symbol of Spirit Hall from ten thousand years ago.

Tang Potian kicked open the heavy iron gate.

Soul Beast corpses were piled like mountains in the courtyard, and several logistics workers dressed in coarse linen skillfully skinned and butchered them.

"Qian Yuhan! Are you dead? If not, get out here and work!" Tang Potian roared gruffly.

A woman stood in the center of the courtyard.

She held a longsword stained with green beast blood.

Beneath her foot lay a freshly beheaded ten-thousand-year Scale Armor Beast.

She turned around.

She wore a battered set of silver light armor, its plates covered in scratches.

Her long golden hair was casually tied behind her head, and several drops of blood stained her face.

Two wings unfurled behind her.

They were pure gold and radiated holy light, yet the edge of every feather carried a chilling killing intent.

Three purple, five black, one red.

Nine Soul Rings slowly pulsed beneath her feet.

Another Title Douluo!

The woman flicked the blood from her blade and shot Tang Potian a glance.

"Tang Potian, why aren't you staying at your Clear Sky Sect defense line? What are you doing causing trouble on Spirit Hall territory?"

Inside the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu stared fixedly at the image on the Sky Curtain, his entire body trembling violently.

Golden wings.

An inviolable holy aura.

This was clearly an Angel Martial Soul!

But why did she only have two wings?

The ancient records of the Worship Hall stated that the Angel Martial Soul was born with six wings, a symbol of divinity.

Yet the woman's appearance on the screen was exactly the same as the Angel God's statue.

Qian Daoliu's mind exploded with a boom.

A name buried by the passage of time sprang into his mind.

Qian Yuhan!

The first Hall Master of Spirit Hall.

The Angel God herself!

"Thud!"

Qian Daoliu's knees gave out, and he fell stiffly to his knees.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes widened, the finger pointing at the Sky Curtain shaking violently.

"Grand Worshipper... th-that is..."

"Shut up! Kneel!" Qian Daoliu roared.

The six great worshippers all dropped to their knees and kowtowed toward the Sky Curtain.

[Spirit Hall Worshipper Qian Daoliu: This unfilial descendant, Qian Daoliu, pays respects to our ancestor! Pays respects to... the Angel God!]

The entire Chat Group fell into deathly silence.

Everyone stared at that line, unable to recover their senses for a long while.

[Heaven Dou Emperor Xue Ye: The Angel God? That woman... is the Angel God from ten thousand years ago?!]

[Clear Sky Sect Leader Tang Xiao: Wait! What did the Angel God call Tang Potian? They know each other? They were actually comrades-in-arms?!]

[Shrek Academy Yu Xiaogang: This is impossible! Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect have always been irreconcilable enemies. How could the Angel God possibly have fought side by side with the Clear Sky Sect's founding ancestor? This completely contradicts history!]

[Star Luo Emperor Dai Tianli: History? All you know is copied from broken books! What the Sky Curtain shows is the truth! Ten thousand years ago, these two great factions were practically inseparable allies!]

The members of the two imperial families broke out in cold sweat.

Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect had actually been allies ten thousand years ago?

Judging by Tang Potian's casual attitude, the two clearly shared a life-and-death friendship!

Qian Yuhan sheathed her longsword, and the two golden wings behind her slowly vanished.

She walked to the water vat, scooped up a ladle of cold water, and poured it directly over her head, washing away the blood and grime.

"The master's assigned task." Tang Potian pushed Ning Wuqian forward. "This kid needs a first Soul Ring. I don't know much about auxiliary-type Soul Masters, so I'm asking you what kind of Soul Ring suits him."

Qian Yuhan's motion of wiping her face abruptly froze.

Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.

The core region.

A dark swamp that never saw sunlight all year round.

From the mud, a thick black vine suddenly burst forth and shot toward the sky.

The entire swamp churned violently.

An Evil Eye Demon Tree vast enough to blot out the sky rose from the earth.

A giant fanged mouth split open across its trunk.

A Beast King with five hundred and thirty thousand years of cultivation—Myriad Demon King!

Its enormous body writhed violently as countless vines lashed madly at the towering trees around it, snapping them in half.

At the edge of the area, several hundred-thousand-year Soul Beasts lay prostrate on the ground, trembling so hard they scarcely dared breathe.

"Qian Yuhan..."

"You dare enter the Star Dou Great Forest!"

Myriad Demon King's roar became tangible sound waves, instantly flattening all vegetation within ten miles.

Ten thousand years ago, the Evil Eye Demon Tree clan had expended countless efforts and, with the power of immortal herbs and the resources of the entire clan, raised an Evil Eye Demon Tree Emperor.

Among the Evil Eye Demon Tree clan, it was called the Myriad Demon Emperor.

They had hoped the holy son would lead the clan to dominate the forest.

But just as the holy son broke through the two-hundred-thousand-year threshold and prepared to leave to hunt humans.

It encountered Qian Yuhan.

That woman, taking advantage of the attribute suppression, had forcibly used that bizarre golden flame to utterly annihilate the two-hundred-thousand-year Myriad Demon Emperor!