The Shattered Angel Holy Sword, Tang San Was More Than Just the Sea God
"What is this?" Yin Hongye spread out her hands.
It was a shattered crystal, pure gold throughout, with faint light patterns flowing inside. At first glance, it was somewhat similar to the Golden Dragon King's divine essence that he had obtained before, except that unlike the Golden Dragon King's violent and rampant nature, this aura was more sacred and gentle.
"I don't know exactly what it is, only its purpose." Yue Zhengen shook his head, but his gaze never left the crystal. "This thing was left behind by the Angel God Twenty Thousand Years Ago. My Yue Family's Sacred Baptism have all gone through it. It can awaken the Pure Blood Angel Bloodline and can also distinguish between true and false. It's just that none of us have ever been able to truly awaken it."
Qian Renxue took a step closer, her gaze falling on the crystal. She felt a warmth in her chest, as if something within her was gently responding.
The feeling was faint, yet incredibly clear.
She didn't speak, but slowly reached out her hand, her fingertips almost touching the crystal.
Suddenly, a layer of fine golden patterns appeared on the surface of the crystal, as if it had come to life, and tilted slightly toward her palm, as if it wanted to move closer.
Yin Hongye held the crystal tightly, preventing it from escaping, and examined it repeatedly in the Holy Light of the secret chamber.
After a moment, he finished his analysis, frowned slightly, and said, "This thing is interesting. It seems to be formed from the power of faith, but it also seems to be more than just faith."
The surface of the crystal was engraved with rings of divine patterns, so densely packed that he didn't recognize a single one, making him feel like an illiterate person.
But the gods outside the Heavenly Screen all knew that it was the embodiment of Divine Position, and even if it was shattered, it was not something that mortals could easily understand.
He paused, his fingertips gently tracing the divine markings, his eyes reflecting the lines. "I think I can understand a part of it: holiness, protection, righteousness. That's all. It's a bit blurry. No wonder angels are so stubborn."
"I suggest changing it to arrogance, rebellion, and freedom."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback, wondering what connection Yin Hongye had made with the three words about angels.
Mu Hongchen also leaned over and glanced at it, but he clearly didn't understand. "Isn't this just a crystal? How can you see so much in it?"
He took out his Soul Tool device, tested the energy fluctuations, and observed the waveform. "It's somewhat like an aggregation of faith power, but it's different."
He couldn't understand it.
"However, it is said that the first Angel God attained godhood through faith. This thing was probably truly a part of the Angel God in the past. No wonder your family can use it for Sacred Baptism."
Yue Zhengen didn't deny it, only sighed softly, "We don't know what the things passed down from our ancestors are. Besides the Soul Bone, all we know is a fragment of the Angel Holy Sword."
Upon hearing that the Angel Holy Sword had fragments, Qian Renxue was stunned, but then she realized that since she had lost, it was normal for this Divine Artifact to be shattered.
She said, "Can I go take a look?"
"That's certainly possible." Yue Zhengen nodded and turned to lead the way.
After walking a short distance, the Holy Light in the room became even more intense.
They stood before a stone chamber, pushed open the door, and saw a broken sword lying quietly on a stone shelf in the center of the room.
The tail of the sword was still relatively intact, but the blade was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it had been shattered from the front by some unimaginable force.
Even so, pale golden Holy Light still seeped out from the cracks. It was like a person who, even when severely wounded, refused to fall.
Seeing the Angel Holy Sword in such a state, Qian Renxue stood frozen in place, her heart filled with disbelief even though she had somewhat expected it.
She stared at the broken sword, her chest tightening as if gripped by something.
She didn't speak, but slowly approached. The broken sword trembled slightly, emitting a faint hum.
It's as if it's responding to its owner.
Meanwhile, outside the Heavenly Screen, within the Angel God Temple, a completely different scene unfolded.
Qian Daoliu slowly turned around and looked at what was behind him.
The Angel Holy Sword sat silently on the altar, its entire body radiating light, sacred and solemn, its blade so sharp it could sever the gaze.
The scene in the Heavenly Screen was twenty thousand years later, with the same sword broken in two, covered in cracks, and the front half of the sword looking as if it had been pieced together from countless fragments.
Its light was about to go out; it seemed to be a candle flickering in the wind.
Two scenes, separated by 20,000 years, unfolded simultaneously before Qian Daoliu's eyes.
On one side stands the pinnacle of the Spirit Hall, where the Angel Godhood remains and the Sacred Sword is intact; on the other side, the legacy is fading, the Divine Position has vanished, and the Sacred Sword is broken.
The cycle of prosperity and decline became tangible at this moment.
He stood there for a long time without saying a word.
In the end, he only sighed softly, "We lost. We lost after all."
He looked behind him and asked Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, "Has Tang San returned from Sea God Island?"
Thousand-Weight Douluo said, "What I've learned is that shortly after he set sail, he headed east. I don't know what he's planning to do. Sea God Island is clearly to the west."
He couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand it.
"East?" Qian Daoliu was puzzled. Tang Chen should know that Sea God Island was to the west, having left a map at the Clear Sky Sect.
"What's the situation to the west?" he asked.
"The Sea Soul Master of Vast Sea City are now actively trading in slightly inland cities, but the coastal areas are extremely xenophobic," said Thousand-Weight Douluo. "They say that as long as Tang San lives, they will not allow land Soul Master to exist on the coast. They would rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."
Qian Daoliu was shocked; he hadn't expected Sea Soul Master to react this way to Tang San.
However, they didn't say much. Tang San's rejection by the Sea Soul Master was good news for them.
At this moment, above the clouds, in the Divine Realm.
The Asura God leaned against the temple, his gaze piercing through layers of clouds and mist, landing on the Sea God Island.
That guy named Tang San has died countless times, but each time he's been brought back to life by Resurrection Technique and continues crawling forward.
He had already climbed one-tenth of the way, covered in blood and mud, looking as wretched as a stray dog by the roadside.
After this kid finishes climbing, he plans to have Tang San complete the Divine Examination.
To become a god, Tang San would definitely be capable of anything.
"Your strength as a successor is quite impressive; you even managed to break the Angel God's Angel Holy Sword." The Asura God turned his head, his words carrying a clear hint of mockery.
Poseidon, the Sea God, leisurely swirled a cup of divine brew in his hand. "That's all thanks to my careful nurturing. Look, I, the inheritor, am now undergoing a test of my soul."
"After all, according to my original test, it was to kill the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, who was a being in the Dragon Transformation stage."
"Only by enduring hardship can one acquire such strength."
The Asura God clicked his tongue, feeling that even if Tang San were level 99 and wielding the Sea God's Trident, he still couldn't defeat the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
As long as he's not involved, Tang San can die as many times as he wants.
They dared to destroy his ancestral home; they must be treated with the utmost respect.
But soon, he heard something bad.
In the Heavenly Screen, Qian Renxue asked in confusion, "Isn't Tang San the Sea God? I remember he was on the same level as the Angel God, wasn't he?"
"How could it possibly shatter the Angel God directly?"
Upon hearing this, Yue Zhengen asked in confusion, "Girl, you haven't studied history well. Tang San is the Sea God, but he's more than just the Sea God!"