Rejecting Angel Godhood, Qian Daochen Walked His Path Alone!

A Soul Master looked at the longsword he had placed on the table and slowly sat up straight.

He hadn't seriously practiced basic Sword Moves for a long time.

In another courtyard, a weapon Soul Master put down his wine cup.

His Martial Soul wasn't particularly strong either.

In the past, whenever he encountered setbacks in his cultivation, he would attribute the cause to his Martial Soul.

At this moment, the Remnant Sword that appeared in the Heavenly Screen made him unable to utter the same words again.

Even if his Martial Soul hasn't changed, his patience is still admirable.

"Before he became number one, he had already accomplished things that many others could not."

"If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to stick with it."

"Only Soul Master like this is worthy of guiding the younger generation!"

Shrek Academy.

The people in the square had remained silent for quite some time.

Dai Mubai slowly lowered his arms, which had been crossed over his chest.

He had originally planned to wait until the inventory showed divine blessings before making a few sarcastic remarks.

But the scene kept changing, and he never got to see the scene he wanted.

Oscar stared at the Heavenly Screen.

His hands were all blistered.

Dai Mubai did not answer.

They also practiced cultivation and endured hardship.

But they were clear about their talents and knew that as long as they continued to cultivate, they could far surpass ordinary Soul Master.

Qian Daochen was holding at that time was a Remnant Sword that everyone looked down upon.

These two are not the same.

Under the eaves, Zhu Zhuqing looked up at the figure practicing swordsmanship.

Her gaze never left her.

In the scene, Qian Daochen grips his sword with the same seriousness he showed when he first entered the mountains.

He did not argue with others about his Martial Soul.

He just kept practicing.

In the center of the square, the Communication Soul Tool lit up again.

Yu Xiaogang's face appeared on the light screen.

You've been fooled by these images.

Oscar turned his head.

"Grandmaster, he has indeed been cultivating."

"Cultivation doesn't guarantee its effectiveness."

Yu Xiaogang raised his left hand and pointed to the Heavenly Screen.

No matter how proficient you are at basic Sword Moves, it cannot change the fact that your Martial Soul is incomplete.

"Soul Master's cultivation relies on Soul Power, Soul Ring, and the quality of their Martial Soul."

"If becoming number one on the Supreme Ranking could be achieved simply by repeatedly swinging a sword, the continent would already be teeming with Peerless Douluo."

Flender stared at the light screen.

"But his swordsmanship is indeed improving."

"Improvement in swordsmanship and transformation of Martial Soul are two different things."

Yu Xiaogang raised his chin.

"You just wait and see."

"He must have received the blessing of the Angel God, otherwise he could never have come this far."

"All of this is now in vain."

Almost simultaneously, similar comments appeared next to the Heavenly Screen.

"Yu Xiaogang's words also make sense."

"Effort is admirable, but effort can't restore Martial Soul, can it?"

"My Martial Soul is just a wooden stick. Does that mean that if I swing it every day, it will turn into Divine Artifact?"

"Qian Daochen comes from the Qian Family, making it easier for him to access the Angel God's Inheritance than ordinary people."

"What truly changed him was the opportunity that followed."

Blood-Colored Space.

Tang San stared at the Heavenly Screen, remaining motionless for a long time.

He knew how tedious repetitive practice could be.

The Purple Demon Eyes requires daily cultivation in the morning light.

The technique of Hidden Weapon weapons also needs constant refinement.

He had thought that he was better than most Soul Master in this respect.

But the image of Qian Daochen left him speechless for a moment.

Tang San looked down at his palm.

A wisp of Blue Silver Grass slowly emerged.

A moment later, he looked back at the comments discussing divine blessings.

"The flaws in Martial Soul cannot be overcome by simply wielding a sword."

He glanced once more into the depths of the Blood-Colored Space.

There was still no response.

The image on the Heavenly Screen paused again.

This time, Qian Daochen stood beside a stream.

He bent down to wash the dirt off his palms, then placed the Remnant Sword across his knees.

The stream reflected the sword's blade.

The rust that originally covered the blade has faded considerably.

Near the break, a thin line of clear luster appeared.

"Etc!"

A barrage of comments suddenly streaked across the sky.

Has his sword changed?

"When it first awakened, the break wasn't in this position!"

"The sword has gotten longer!"

The Soul Master, who had been discussing the blessings bestowed by the gods, immediately turned their attention to the Remnant Sword.

Qian Daochen raised his sword in front of him.

At the break, tiny specks of light slowly gathered together.

Those points of light did not come from the sky, nor from any treasure.

They emerged from inside the sword, gradually filling in the missing parts.

Qian Daochen looked at it for a moment, then stood up again.

He continued swinging his sword.

This time, the crowd no longer focused solely on his movements.

Countless eyes fell on the Remnant Sword sword.

With a single sword strike, it fell.

The luster at the break point flashed for a fleeting moment.

Another sword thrust out.

Inside the sword, the fine line extended forward slightly.

"It's really recovering!"

"He didn't take any drugs, nor did he absorb any Soul Ring!"

"Could it be that this sword is capable of self-repairing?"

"It didn't complete itself; the change only occurred after he swung his sword!"

"So, every time he practiced swordsmanship before, it wasn't a waste of effort?"

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Chen Xin stood in front of the main hall, her gaze fixed on the broken edge.

Ning Fengzhi turned to look at him.

"Uncle Jian, can weapon Martial Soul grow like this?"

Chen Xin slowly shook his head.

I've never seen it before.

"But this sword has indeed been changing."

The Gu Rong frowned.

"We didn't even notice all those scenes before."

"The changes are too minor."

Qian Daochen Chen Xin looked at the hand in the picture, which was wrapped with strips of cloth.

What we saw was only a fleeting moment.

"He practiced more than just this one day."

Above the Heavenly Screen, the barrage of comments grew increasingly dense.

"If Qian Daochen had given up back then, would this sword have been forever unable to be restored?"

"The Remnant Sword isn't Trash Martial Soul; it just hasn't fully revealed its true form?"

"Wouldn't this be considered a reward for perseverance?"

"Without those years of wielding the sword, what use is a special Martial Soul?"

Shrek Square.

Oscar turned to look at the Communication Screen.

Yu Xiaogang did not respond.

His gaze lingered on the sword that was gradually recovering, and his left hand pressed down on the empty sleeve.

He spoke after a moment.

"That doesn't prove anything."

Even if the Martial Soul is fully restored, it will still just be a sword.

"The opportunity that will truly change him has not yet appeared."

The seasons in the Heavenly Screen have changed several times over.

The White Clothes Figure by the stream gradually grew taller.

The rust on the Remnant Sword faded away piece by piece.

Fine lines have emerged from the originally worn-out sword hilt.

The broken blade stretched forward, only a thin line remaining between it and the intact tip.

This day.

Qian Daochen stood alone atop the mountain.

The mountain wind rustled his robes; he gripped his sword in his right hand, his gaze fixed ahead.

Qian Daochen did not hesitate.

He was still practicing that same slashing move that he had repeated countless times.

The longsword fell.

At the tip of the sword, the last bit of notch was filled with light.

A complete longsword finally appeared in his hand.

The next moment.

The patterns on the sword lit up one by one.

The clear light rose into the sky along the sword's edge, parting the clouds on the mountaintop to both sides.

The grass blades in the mountains all point in the same direction.

On the surface of the stream, a straight sword mark extends into the distance.

Spirit Hall, several Soul Master turned around simultaneously.

The swords at their waists trembled repeatedly.

Someone reached out and pressed down on the sword hilt, but still couldn't stop the sword's response.

Outside the Heavenly Screen, countless Soul Master also stood up.

"Heaven and Earth Phenomenon!"

"This Martial Soul, once complete, has actually brought about such a change!"

"He went from awakening the Remnant Sword to this point entirely through his own swordplay?"

Just as everyone was watching...

A beam of golden light rises from the depths of the image.

Spirit Hall, the Six-Winged Angel statue lit up.

Golden light shone over the roof of the palace and soared into the clouds.

Above the mountain peak, six enormous wings slowly unfolded.

A figure bathed in holy light appeared deep within the sky.

The figure did not immediately appear.

Her gaze pierced through the sea of clouds and landed on the mountain peak.

Falling into Qian Daochen.

"Angel God!"

"That's the divine image of the Angel God!"

"Qian Daochen has actually attracted the attention of the Angel God!"

Spirit City, many Soul Master immediately bowed towards the Heavenly Screen.

Before the Angel God's Temple, Qian Daoliu watched this scene, a look of reminiscence appearing in his eyes.

He recognized that day.

He also remembered that the holy light inside the hall lingered for a long time.

Shrek Academy.

In the Communication Screen, Yu Xiaogang suddenly stood up.

"Did you see that!"

He pointed to the six-winged divine figure in the Heavenly Screen, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

"Angel God!"

"I told you long ago, he must have received divine help!"

Dai Mubai looked up at the sky.

That golden divine figure was far larger than any Martial Soul he had ever seen.

Yu Xiaogang continued speaking.

That's the reason he's gotten to where he is today.

"Without the Angel God, how could he possibly surpass the Titled Douluo on the continent?"

Oscar opened his mouth.

He recalled the longsword that had first restored the body and then attracted the divine shadow, but ultimately did not speak of it.

Flender remained focused on the screen.

He wanted to know what the Angel God would do next.

Above the Heavenly Screen, the same questions kept resurfacing.

"A deity has truly appeared!"

Is this a prelude to bestowing a legacy?

"But Qian Daochen didn't awaken Six-Winged Angel, so why would the Angel God pay attention to him?"

Because of this sword?

"Is it still because of Qian Daochen?"

"His Martial Soul was already complete before the divine shadow appeared."

"So, the Angel God was lured here by him?"

Spirit City.

In front of the stone steps.

The Fire Dragon King raised his dragon head and glanced at the six-winged divine shadow in the Heavenly Screen.

"She does have some good taste."

It's rare that the Ice Dragon King didn't destroy it.

"If she still can't see the special qualities in the Remnant Sword her Master has mastered to this level, then she's just wasting her time as a god."

The Snake Lance Douluo and the Porcupinefish Douluo stood behind, neither of them responding.

They worship Angel God.

However, these two Dragon King clearly did not place ordinary deities in a very high position.

Qian Renxue, however, paid no heed to the judgments of the two Dragon King.

She gazed at the Heavenly Screen, her golden eyes growing brighter and brighter.

She grew up in the Angel God's Temple and knew better than anyone what divine attention meant.

Grandpa doesn't have the Seraphim Martial Soul.

Yet, he was able to use the longsword in his hand to make the Angel God look at him.

Qian Renxue took half a step closer and gently touched Qian Daochen's sleeve.

"Grandpa."

"Your sword was just repaired, and the Angel God discovered it?"

Qian Daochen looked at her.

Qian Renxue looked up at the divine figure again.

"Is she after your Martial Soul, or your years of cultivation?"

Did she speak to you at the time?

The Fire Dragon King also came over.

This past event was also never mentioned by Qian Daochen himself.

The Ice Dragon King folded its wings and fixed its gaze on Qian Daochen's face.

Qian Daochen did not answer immediately.

He gazed at the newly completed longsword in the Heavenly Screen, and his fingertips twitched slightly.

He still remembers the feeling of the sword hilt in his palm that day.

After the sword tip was repaired, he originally planned to practice it again.

But the radiance of the Angel God's Temple fell upon the mountain first.

That day...

Qian Daochen raised his eyes and looked at the six-winged divine figure deep in the Heavenly Screen.

The familiar mountain peak, the familiar longsword, and that gaze that descended over the sea of clouds all surfaced in his memory.

"Angel God Thought descends."

In the picture.

The clear light on the mountaintop had not yet dissipated.

Qian Daochen stood beneath the sea of clouds, holding a complete longsword.

On the blade, the Sword Intent constantly rises.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles is converging towards the longsword.

His Soul Power did not increase.

But the Remnant Sword that had been with him for many years had completely transformed.

The ancient patterns on the sword gradually lit up.

A clear sword light shot straight into the sky.

At that moment, the Angel God Thought also descended.

Six golden wings covered half the sky.

Divinity light descended from the sea of clouds, covering the entire mountaintop.

The figure of the Angel God stood high in the sky.

She looked down at Qian Daochen.

"Qian Daochen."

"You've reached this level with a flawed Martial Soul."

"Your swordsmanship has already touched the realm of the gods."

"This God is willing to bestow upon the Angel God's Inheritance."

"As long as you accept the inheritance, you can inherit the Angel Godhood."

Outside the Heavenly Screen.

Countless Soul Master looked up at the same time.

The screen was instantly filled with comments.

"The Angel God himself has descended!"

"This is the divine inheritance?"

"Qian Daochen actually gained the attention of the Angel God after awakening his Martial Soul!"

"As long as he accepts the inheritance, he can directly inherit the Angel Godhood!"

"No wonder he was able to become so strong later on!"

"It turns out that Qian Daochen didn't rely on himself; he received the inheritance of a god!"

In Spirit City.

Qian Renxue stared at the Angel God, her eyes filled with astonishment.

"The ancestral Angel God has personally descended?"

She received the Angel God's Inheritance from a young age.

In her memory, the Angel God had never appeared in this way.

The Fire Dragon King raised his dragon head.

"Did the Lord summon the Angel God Master then?"

The Ice Dragon King gazed at the Heavenly Screen.

"At that time, Master's swordsmanship was already enough to attract the attention of the Divine Realm."

Qian Daochen did not respond.

He simply stared at his reflection in the image.

That year.

He has just completed his first transformation.

The Remnant Sword in his hand was no longer broken.

The Sword Intent also grew from its initial faint light into a power capable of tearing through the sea of clouds.

But that wasn't the end for him.

In the picture.

Qian Daochen looked up at the Angel God Thought.

Why me?

The Angel God Thought slowly spoke.

Your bloodline belongs to the Qian Family.

"You have a karmic connection with the Angel God's Temple."

"Your talent is sufficient to bear the legacy of this god."

"By accepting Godhood, you can avoid countless detours."

"With your talent, you are destined to become a powerful being in the Divine Realm."

The will of the Angel God descended.

Six Wings slowly unfolded.

A golden beam of light descended from the sky.

Within the pillar of light, Divinity aura surged continuously.

As long as Qian Daochen take one step forward.

This Godhood Inheritance will then fall to him.

Countless Soul Master held their breath.

They looked at the White Clothes Figure in the picture.

Everyone is waiting for his decision.

The next moment.

Qian Daochen sheathed his longsword.

He looked up at the Angel God Thought high in the sky.

"No, I refuse."