Qian Renxue (118)

The statue had been carved from a single massive golden boulder. It stood about a hundred zhang tall and depicted three heroes: Qian Renxue stood in the center, a pair of huge angelic wings spread behind her, her face gentle yet resolute, her gaze fixed on the distance as if she were guarding this land. Lin Mo stood to Qian Renxue's left, his Holy Angel Spirit Abyss Dragon Emperor Martial Soul unfurled, blue and gold wings blotting out the sky, his eyes sharp, nine Soul Rings circling him and giving off powerful waves of energy. Zhao Feng stood to Qian Renxue's right, the Holy Faith Battle Axe gripped tightly in his hand, its blade covered in runes, golden light of faith soaring into the sky, his eyes firm and filled with the will to protect.

Beneath the statue was carved a line of large characters: "The heroes are immortal, and their guardianship never ends. In solemn remembrance of the three heroes Qian Renxue, Lin Mo, and Zhao Feng, and all the martyrs who sacrificed themselves to protect Douluo Continent."

In front of the statue was a plaza packed with people—Soul Masters, ordinary civilians, old people, and children. Smiles shone on every face, yet there was a trace of respect and remembrance in their eyes. Today was the Centennial Memorial Day, the day to commemorate that tragic battle a hundred years ago, and also the day to celebrate a century of peace and development.

A white-haired old man stood before the statue. He wore a white robe and held an ancient-looking staff, its tip inlaid with a fist-sized golden gemstone that contained dense Power of Faith. The old man's face was kind, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and powerful waves of Soul Power radiated from him. He