Qian Renxue's Past

"Have you found any news of Tang Hao?" Qian Daoliu turned around to face the towering Angel God statue once more, his voice betraying neither joy nor anger.

"No, Big Brother." Golden Crocodile Douluo shook his head, his tone suppressing a trace of anger.

"Ever since that brat killed Qian Xunji, he has vanished from the face of the earth. Spirit Hall's informants are spread across the continent, yet we haven't found even a trace of him."

"Even after we drove the Haotian Sect back to their ancestral grounds and forced them to seal their gates, that little bastard still hasn't shown himself. Could he have fled overseas?"

Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh and said gravely, "When news of Qian Xunji's death reached us, I personally went to the site to investigate. I found nothing as well. For someone to hide from me this thoroughly, there may be someone behind this..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression changed as he cried out, "Could it be..."

Qian Daoliu nodded solemnly, a shadow flickering through his eyes.

"If there had not been divine intervention, then with Tang Hao's strength as a newly ascended Titled Douluo, even if he used Tang Chen's Ring Detonation technique, he could never have killed Qian Xunji on the spot when Qian Xunji's martial soul far surpassed his..."

He then waved a hand. "Do not mention this matter again. Send word to Spirit Halls everywhere. There is no need to search for him so publicly any longer. If his whereabouts are discovered, do not act rashly. Report it immediately."

Ye Chenxing, who had been standing to the side "invisible," understood everything perfectly.

In the original timeline, Tang Hao had defeated Qian Xunji despite having just become a Titled Douluo and despite Qian Xunji surpassing him in both martial soul quality and soul power rank. The Asura God had undoubtedly been meddling.

But because Tang Hao was Tang Chen's descendant, and because Qian Xunji had also been killed by Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu had failed to realize that Tang Hao did not merely seem to have divine help—he truly did.

And the Asura God's direct intervention meant that this "heavily modified Douluo" world had also been given its own Tang Buddha Ancestor.

At that moment, the scene before him rippled like water.

When his vision cleared again, Ye Chenxing found himself in a spacious bedchamber.

The architecture continued Spirit Hall's usual style of grandeur and splendor. Exquisite angel murals covered the soaring dome, while pale golden patterns lined the surrounding walls, gleaming with a cold metallic luster beneath the moonlight.

A room of this scale would have been the highest standard of treatment even among the continent's greatest royal families.

In contrast to the lavish decor, the room contained few furnishings. Aside from a few basic necessities, there was only a bookshelf stuffed to the brim.

But upon closer inspection, it was still possible to tell that this was a girl's room.

And its owner was curled up beneath a huge blanket, her tiny body twitching.

Even in her sleep, tears clung to the girl's eyes. Her small hands clutched the blanket corner tightly as she murmured indistinctly, "Daddy... Mommy... Don't go. Xue'er will work hard to cultivate..."

Hearing those heartbreaking words, Ye Chenxing could not help feeling a pang of sorrow.

Originally, those names had been nothing more than symbols on a page to him, so-called "paper characters."

But as he watched the girl's shoulders tremble beneath the blanket and saw tears slide down from the corners of her eyes, she gradually became flesh and blood in Ye Chenxing's heart.

This was not a book. This was a living person.

As if sensing Ye Chenxing's compassion, scene after scene flashed rapidly before his eyes, like a recording being fast-forwarded.

He saw what could be called the most extraordinary martial soul awakening in all of Douluo Continent.

Six-year-old Qian Renxue stood beneath the Angel God statue, golden holy light nearly setting the entire hall ablaze. Her innate level-twenty divine-bestowed soul power made even the ever-composed Qian Daoliu lose control, and tears filled his eyes as he threw back his head and laughed.

He also learned that, in this world, Bibi Dong had never had that tangled love and hatred with Yu Xiaogang.

Her tragedy had stemmed solely from the betrayal of being forcibly violated by a mentor she had revered like a father.

The despair in her eyes was like stagnant water. There was no love and no hate. Once someone lost both of those emotions, there was only one ending awaiting her.

Amid that bone-deep despair, she gave birth to Qian Renxue. Then, like a withered flower, she passed away in the Holy Maiden Hall, consumed by grief.

Qian Renxue grew up day by day in such an environment.

Without spite toward Bibi Dong, she would not have done something as absurd as going to the Heaven Dou Empire to play at infiltration like in the original story.

Within that resplendent yet utterly desolate Offering Hall, her life consisted of nothing but cultivation.

As she advanced step by step toward the end of her divine trials, Qian Renxue finally learned a cruel truth: even becoming a god could not bring her dead parents back to life.

At that moment, the girl who had always strived to be sensible changed. She no longer acted spoiled before her grandfather as she had in childhood, nor did she take the initiative to express her emotions.

Qian Daoliu saw it all, yet said nothing. He merely continued assisting her in silence.

At the same time, Ye Chenxing also saw what was happening on the other end of the continent.

Tang Hao of this timeline had long since lost all his cultivation and become a cripple after forcibly enduring too much Asura Divine Power. This was also why he could claim Qian Xunji's death as his own kill.

Before Tang San turned six, everything followed the original timeline.

Even without cultivation, Tang Hao, his biological father, still had no intention of forging iron to earn money, raise his child, or improve their lives. The childhood of their future God King remained hellishly difficult.

When Tang San turned six, he still chose Yu Xiaogang as his teacher. The difference was that this time, he truly chose that ten-year Solitary Bamboo.

Although he gained Blue Silver Pole Vault, a soul skill more practical than Blue Silver Entanglement, his unstable foundation and pathetic soul power forced Tang San to use that Clear Sky Hammer earlier and more often to save his life.

But the price was not merely a limited future. More fatally, he entered Spirit Hall's sights much earlier.

Unfortunately for him, the Pope of this life was not some love-struck fool with countless ties to his teacher.

Instead, it was Qian Daoliu, who had lost his son in his later years, bore a deep hatred for Tang Hao, and held complete control over Spirit Hall.

Meanwhile, because the Asura God had given Tang Hao such outrageous help in this world, not only had it caused Qian Xunji's death, it had also led to his impeachment by the God Realm Committee, leaving him unable to interfere with the lower realm at will.

After confirming that the other side no longer had the aid of a god, Qian Daoliu personally acted and completely erased the father and son.

Time leaped forward once more.

Due to Pope Qian Daoliu's low-profile style, Spirit Hall remained quiet across the continent for many years, even stirring the two great empires and the Upper Three Sects into restless action.

Until one day, the doors of the Offering Hall slowly opened.

A breathtakingly beautiful woman stepped out from the shadows. She wore a dazzling golden papal robe, and two tear tracks that had not yet dried remained on her exquisite face.

No one knew what she had lost, but the instant the entire world felt that sacred pressure, they understood:

Spirit Hall's new Pope was a god.

The scenes that followed left Ye Chenxing shocked and filled with admiration.

Qian Renxue completely cast aside her personal emotions. Having spent her entire life in the Offering Hall without ever contacting the outside world, she had retained a pure heart. With the body of a god, she unified all of Douluo Star.

She swept away every evil soul master on Douluo Star and suppressed the Sea God's inheritance grounds, which had once tried to interfere with her divine trials.

For a hundred years, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to the people. There was no scheming, only pure kindness and the responsibility of the Angel God. Thus, she became the center of all people's faith.

With that immense power of faith and the aid of the plane's master, she successfully reached the realm of a half-step God King and ascended to the God Realm.

From a little flower weeping beneath the blankets to a blazing sun illuminating all things.