Ancestor Qian Renxue

Qian Zong took two steps forward, dropped to his knees before Qian Renxue, and wrapped his arms around her leg. Casting his dignity aside, he cried out through tears:

"Ancestor, we've suffered so much! After you died, the Angel Lineage became rats scurrying through the streets. Every faction on the continent joined forces to hunt us down.

"We tried to hide our names, but they gave us no way to live. Even when we withdrew deep into the mountains, they kept coming after us. They swore they wouldn't stop until they'd wiped out the Angel Lineage.

"Ancestor, you have to get justice for us!"

The muscles in Qian Renxue's leg tightened. She wanted to pull free, but feared she would hurt Qian Zong again if she used too much force. All she could do was stand there and listen.

Qian Daoliu was utterly bewildered.

Ancestor?

Since when did my granddaughter become your ancestor?

Golden Crocodile Douluo and Light Feather Douluo were even more baffled. Neither knew what nonsense Qian Zong was talking about.

"Qian Zong, have you made a mistake? I'm only nineteen. How could I be your ancestor?"

Qian Renxue looked down at Qian Zong's back, her expression a little unnatural.

In nineteen years, she had never been this close to a man her own age. No man her age had ever dared approach her, either. A strange feeling stirred in her heart.

"There's no mistake. Spirit City, the Worship Hall, the Heavenly God Statue, Great Enshrined Qian Daoliu, and you, Ancestor—it's all exactly like the records of Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago. You are my ancestor, Qian Renxue, the Second Generation Angel God of our Angel Lineage.

"Ancestor, my life has been miserable! When I was seven, Evil Soul Masters slaughtered my village and my family. I could only flee across the continent, terrified every day. I drank filthy water from stinking ditches and ate scraps even stray dogs wouldn't touch.

"Ancestor, I'm Qian Zong! I'm your dear grandson!

"Ancestor, please don't abandon your dear grandson! Boo-hoo-hoo!"

Qian Zong wept with heartfelt anguish. Six years of hurt and hardship had finally found an outlet, and it all came pouring out.

Once, he had wanted riches, glory, and a houseful of wives and concubines.

Now he just wanted to give up trying.

Fuck riches and glory. Right now, I just want to be a normal person.

The Qian Family all had something wrong with their heads, but one thing was certain: they were generous to their own. If Qian Renxue accepted him, the road ahead would be smooth.

Qian Renxue's mind was a pot of mush. She couldn't make sense of what Qian Zong was saying.

She stood frozen, at a loss for what to do.

Qian Daoliu saw her predicament and pushed down his shock.

His expression was complicated as he said, "Child, get up first. We can talk this through."

A quarter of an hour later.

Everyone had learned Qian Zong's identity from him, along with Spirit Hall's future and the fate awaiting them all.

They were shocked, but anger and resentment burned beneath that shock.

"Zong'er, you said Xue'er would become a god, only to die at the hands of Tang San, who would hold both the Sea God Godhood and the Asura God's godhood. Do you have any proof?"

Even Qian Daoliu, a powerhouse on the verge of godhood, had been stunned by the flood of information Qian Zong had unleashed.

Dual Godhood. A God War. Dugu Bo slaughtering hundreds of thousands of Soul Masters and civilians in a single strike. Spirit Hall's destruction. Fewer than one in ten of their clan surviving. The words would not leave his mind.

"Zong'er, it isn't that I don't believe you. What you've told us is too incredible. I need to be sure."

Qian Renxue's gaze grew more complicated, with a trace of bewilderment.

She had only just turned nineteen, yet her "dear grandson" was already thirteen.

"I do, Grand Supreme Ancestor.

"According to the ancestor's notes passed down through the family, her father was named Qian Xunji. He was once the pope of Spirit Hall. After he died, his wife Bibi Dong succeeded him as pope.

"Bibi Dong hated Qian Xunji. She liked a Soul Master from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan whose Martial Soul Mutation had failed, and who still couldn't break through level thirty at fifty years old.

"That Soul Master was Yu Xiaogang. His Martial Soul was Luo Sanpao. He called himself Grandmaster and was Tang San's teacher. He kept both Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong dangling, collected a monthly Gold Soul Coin stipend from Spirit Hall, and all the while thought about how to destroy it."

Qian Daoliu's brow creased almost imperceptibly.

He knew about those matters.

Qian Zong continued without pause:

"Bibi Dong's feelings toward the ancestor were terribly complicated. She liked her, yet deep down she loathed her. It wasn't just because Bibi Dong had triggered the Rakshasa God's divine trials, and divine power had magnified the malice in her heart. It was also because the ancestor was born when Qian Xunji forced—"

"Zong'er, enough." Qian Daoliu released a little Soul Power to cut him off. "Zong'er, it seems you truly are a descendant of the Qian Family."

At that moment, Qian Daoliu believed Qian Zong completely.

A pure Angel Bloodline, and knowledge at such a young age of long-buried secrets and Godhood Inheritance—together, they were proof enough.

Qian Zong nodded and stood obediently beside Qian Renxue, saying no more.

Having no one to back him up had been miserable. Now that he had someone powerful to cling to, he had to hold on tight.

Qian Daoliu reminded him, "Zong'er, call me Grandpa, just like Xue'er does."

The title "Grand Supreme Ancestor" felt strange to Qian Daoliu.

"All right, Grandpa." Qian Zong readily obeyed. After addressing Qian Daoliu, he turned to Golden Crocodile Douluo and Light Feather Douluo. "Grandpa Golden Crocodile, Grandpa Guang Ling."

The two men paused, then burst out laughing.

What a sensible grandson. They gladly claimed him.

"Hahahaha! Good! Young Master, if you ever need anything, just tell this old man. I'll take care of it."

"Young Master, stay in Spirit City from now on. With us here, no one can hurt you."

They were still shocked, but Qian Daoliu had personally acknowledged Qian Zong as his descendant. Both men accepted him and addressed him as Young Master.

Ah!

I'm finally one of them!

Fuck, it feels good to have powerful people behind me!

Ye Xishui, I really have to thank you!

Golden Crocodile Douluo suggested, "Big Brother, since Tang San hasn't become a god yet, why don't we gather our people and kill him now? Then he can never threaten us."

"And Yu Xiaogang," Light Feather Douluo added. "I never imagined anyone could be so false. He's utterly shameless."

Qian Daoliu fell silent, apparently thinking it over.

"That won't work. We can't kill him."

Light Feather Douluo laughed, unconcerned:

"Young Master, don't underestimate the Worship Hall. Across the entire Soul Master World, no one can stand against us.

"If we all move together, do you think those two low-level Soul Masters could escape?"

Qian Zong shook his head with a bitter smile:

"Grandpa Guang Ling, I'm not questioning the Worship Hall's strength.

"Tang San is this era's Child of Destiny. He bears the great fortune of the age.

"Unless we use divine power, we can't kill him."

Qian Zong had also considered asking Qian Daoliu to strike before Tang San grew strong, snuffing out the disaster while it was still in the cradle.

But after thinking it over, he had abandoned the idea.

A Child of Destiny was called that for a reason: great fortune rested on him. Until that fortune ran out, he would not die.

Golden Crocodile Douluo asked curiously, "Child of Destiny? What's that? Are you saying even the entire Worship Hall together couldn't defeat him?"

The others turned curious gazes toward Qian Zong.

Ci Xue and She Long had been standing outside the Worship Hall for a long time, feeling deeply uneasy.

They wanted to leave, but didn't dare.

After hearing so much explosive information, they won't silence us, will they?

"The continent beneath our feet is called Douluo Continent, and it belongs to Douluo Star.

"Douluo Star has a consciousness called the Plane Consciousness. Its level is comparable to a Second-Level God.

"On Douluo Star, however, the Plane Consciousness holds authority beyond that of a First-Level God.

"That's why the gods of the Divine Realm can't descend upon Douluo Star in person. They can only set divine trials.

"If a god forces their true form down to Douluo Star, the Plane Consciousness suppresses them, preventing them from using their full power.

"And once every ten thousand years, a Child of Destiny appears on Douluo Star, bearing the fortune of that age.

"The First Generation Angel God and the First Generation Sea God, for example, were Douluo Star's Children of Destiny in the previous two eras. Each bore the great fortune of their age.

"I think you can guess what they ultimately achieved. They condensed Divine Cores and created the Angel God and Sea God Godhoods, respectively.

"In this era, Tang San is the Child of Destiny. Even if we cast a net across heaven and earth, we won't be able to kill him.

"Worse, trying will only hasten his path to godhood."

After so long on the run, Qian Zong had learned one thing: miracles existed, and you should never create one for your enemy.

After all, surviving six years in a world crawling with Evil Soul Masters had been a miracle in itself.

Now that he had traveled back in time, there was no need to go after Tang San. If he severed Tang San's Foundation for Godhood, Tang San would never be able to stir up a storm.