My Son Qian Xunji Has Godhood Potential! (Please Recommend and Bookmark!)

"Big Brother, why did you suddenly call us over?"

Inside the Angel Holy Hall of Douluo Hall.

At Chihiro Doriu's summons, the other three great guardians of the Worship Hall—Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, and Mighty Lion Douluo—quickly arrived together.

Before they even entered, Mighty Lion Douluo's boisterous voice could already be heard.

It was still a full fifteen years before Tang San's birth in the original story.

So, in the current Worship Hall—

Including Old Man Chihiro Doriu, there were only four guardians in total.

Chihiro Doriu had naturally already become a Limit Douluo.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was even older than Chihiro Doriu and had long since reached rank ninety-eight.

However, the cultivation of Azure Luan Douluo and Mighty Lion Douluo was considerably lower than when they appeared in the original story.

Both were only rank ninety-six at present.

As for Light Feather Douluo, Thousand Jun Douluo, and Demon Subduing Douluo, who were the Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Guardians in the original story—

Their cultivation was still below rank ninety-five, and they were serving as elders in the Elder Hall.

"It wasn't me who wanted to see you. Ji'er asked me to call you over."

"He said he had some good news to tell you."

Chihiro Doriu shook his head and spoke.

He glanced at Qian Xunji, whose face still bore a confident smile as he deliberately put on an air of mystery.

Chihiro Doriu was deeply skeptical of this so-called good news.

It couldn't be helped!

Didn't he, as the father, know exactly what his late-born son was capable of?

This boy had been mediocre in ability and talent since childhood, and his cultivation talent was equally unremarkable.

Aside from the way he had handled Bibi Dong's matter earlier, which had made Chihiro Doriu see him in a new light—

He had never shown any other particularly outstanding qualities.

Among the countless generations of descendants in the Qian Clan, he belonged to the worst batch!

This time, he wanted to see—

What good news this boy could possibly have.

That was worth specifically calling Golden Crocodile, Azure Luan, and Mighty Lion over for!

"Uncles, I have a very important matter that requires your help!"

After Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, and Mighty Lion Douluo had arrived—

Qian Xunji adjusted his bearing and revealed a solemn, earnest expression.

"Your Holiness the Pope has given the order; we shall obey without hesitation!"

Though puzzled, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, and Mighty Lion Douluo answered in unison without the slightest delay.

Qian Xunji smiled in satisfaction. As though recalling something, his eyes filled with longing as he sighed.

"It's not actually anything too major."

"A few days ago, I suddenly received a Divine Revelation from a Deity of boundless divine power, incomparably noble and majestic."

"They told me that within Sunset Forest lies a Heaven-Blessed Land where ice and fire are in harmony, a marvel of nature."

"Many precious spiritual herbs grow there. Some of them can even evolve Martial Souls and increase cultivation, greatly strengthening our Spirit Hall."

"I hope the three of you can accompany me to find this place!"

As for the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well—

Whether Dugu Bo had already discovered and occupied it or not, Qian Xunji could easily seize it with his current strength!

But after having transmigrated for some time, Qian Xunji had realized—

Although he was now the Pope—

Before Old Man Chihiro Doriu, he truly had no authority whatsoever.

The old man would scold him into acting like an obedient son at the slightest disagreement!

Well, this body of his really was Old Man's son.

But Qian Xunji still could not accept this dynamic between them.

He had to change everything!

Therefore, he had thought of using the system's rewards and the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to create the impression that he had been chosen by some incredibly powerful Deity.

That would also explain the various miracles and foreknowledge he would display in the future.

"You? A Divine Revelation?"

But upon hearing Qian Xunji's words, Chihiro Doriu snorted disdainfully, clearly not believing him.

"Did you find some supposedly miraculous place of questionable authenticity in some legend or biography, then use it to make yourself look good?"

Qian Xunji was very displeased.

Was that any way to be a father?

His son was speaking so solemnly and seriously, yet this old man was the first to undermine him?

Fortunately, he had already prepared to slap him in the face.

"Father, I know you may not believe me, but—"

Qian Xunji smiled faintly. At that moment, it was as if the Dragon King had possessed him. The corner of his mouth curled sharply upward, and with a thought—

Amid a burst of brilliant golden light—

A phantom clad in golden armor, tall and upright, with a face identical to Qian Xunji's and six pairs of golden wings spread from its back, abruptly appeared.

At the same time, nine Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—rose one after another from beneath his feet and encircled his body.

"This!!"

When he saw the Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul emerge behind Qian Xunji—

The disbelief on Chihiro Doriu's face instantly froze. His gaze became incomparably shocked and vacant.

T-Twelve wings?!

How had this brat's Martial Soul become a Twelve-Winged Angel?

And the appearance of this Martial Soul was no longer that of the divine ancestor.

It had become the appearance of this little brat instead.

Could it be that an incomparably powerful Deity, one who even surpassed the divine ancestor, had truly taken a liking to this little brat?

Though he found it incredibly difficult to believe—

The Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul behind Qian Xunji proved everything beyond doubt!

After standing there blankly for a moment—

Chihiro Doriu suddenly burst into uproarious laughter, his expression changing as though he had flipped a switch, filled with excitement and exhilaration.

"Good! Wonderful!"

"A Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul! I never expected your Martial Soul, Ji'er, to evolve into the legendary Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul!"

"It seems my son truly has been chosen by a noble Deity!"

"My son has Godhood Potential!"

"My son has Godhood Potential!"

Chihiro Doriu threw back his head and laughed endlessly in excitement.

Qian Xunji: "..."

My dear old father! You really shouldn't say that!

The last person who said that about his son probably had grave grass several yards tall over both father and son by now!

Qian Xunji's mouth twitched. He truly could not hold it in any longer.

After Qian Xunji revealed the Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul—

There could naturally be no doubt about the "Deity" behind him, capable of evolving a God-Granted Martial Soul.

And with a noble and great "Deity" vouching for him—

The existence of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was undoubtedly certain!

"Your Holiness the Pope, that treasure land filled with precious spiritual herbs is in Sunset Forest?"

"Let's go there right away!"

Mighty Lion Douluo immediately said excitedly.

"Good. Then, Uncles, let us set off now!"

Qian Xunji smiled in satisfaction.

Since he had already arranged everything—

Qian Xunji immediately prepared to take Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, and Mighty Lion Douluo to Sunset Forest.

Well, he would bring little Ling Yuan along too.

When traveling outside—

As the esteemed Pope, he naturally needed someone to attend to him!

Setting out from Spirit City—

Qian Xunji, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo, and Ling Yuan headed straight for Sunset Forest near Heaven Dou Imperial City.

Since they could all fly—

It took only a little over a day—

For Qian Xunji and his group to arrive at Sunset Forest.

Meanwhile, deep within Sunset Forest.

Atop a towering, precipitous mountain peak shrouded in clouds and mist—

Within a small valley blanketed in white fog—

Beside a pool of icy blue and crimson water intertwined like an ice-and-fire taiji diagram—

A middle-aged man sat cross-legged in meditation. He wore a green robe, had a tall, lean frame, and long ash-white hair neatly combed behind his head. A finger-length white beard framed his lips and chin.

His appearance was cold and sinister, while his aura was gloomy and ominous.

It was none other than Dugu Bo!

Suddenly, as though he had sensed something in the unseen—

Dugu Bo inexplicably felt a powerful wave of unease surge through his heart. He abruptly opened his eyes, his face filled with uncertainty and alarm.