The Angel God's miracle

Heaven Dou City, Martial Soul Temple.

"It's been so long since I've had days this quiet." Salas, Spirit Hall's Platinum Bishop, narrowed his tiny eyes and could not help sighing.

Ever since becoming Spirit Hall's Platinum Bishop, Salas had been stationed in Heaven Dou City, dealing with the various factions all day long, wearing himself out in body and mind.

It had been far too long since he had enjoyed days as calm and peaceful as these...

"The Angel God has manifested!"

Amid countless cries of astonishment, Salas snapped his eyes open. The sudden golden radiance flooded his eyes, stinging them painfully.

But Salas was utterly oblivious to it at that moment. He stood rooted to the spot, staring at the scene before him.

At Spirit Hall's statue of the Angel God, an enormous golden figure appeared above the statue, its dazzling golden radiance illuminating all of Heaven Dou City.

The golden figure wore a solemn, compassionate expression, with three pairs of wings on her back and an Angel Holy Sword in her hand. Her overall appearance was exactly like the statue of the Angel God.

At that moment, countless people in Heaven Dou City had already prostrated themselves on the ground, crying out devoutly:

"The Angel God has manifested!"

"Long live the Angel God! May the Angel's Light endure forever!!"

"A miracle! This is the Angel God manifesting her divinity!!"

Bathed in the angelic radiance, Salas flushed crimson. His hands formed an impeccably proper gesture of reverence as he joined in the fervent cries. "Angel Descent! Martial Souls eternal!"

He did not know why the revered goddess, who had shown no miracles for hundreds of years, had suddenly manifested today.

But this was a good thing!

The Angel God had manifested!

This meant the Angel God had been watching over Spirit Hall all along, always protecting her devout followers.

"Why has the Angel God suddenly manifested?!" Inside the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Xue Ye looked at the enormous apparition of the Angel God in the distance, then at his ministers, some panic-stricken and others fervent. His face went deathly pale.

His hands clutched the armrests of his throne tightly, yet he dared not show the slightest disrespect.

What Xue Ye failed to notice was that Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, standing below him, had eyes filled with fervor, though her face showed only panic.

The Angel God's radiance lasted only a few dozen breaths before gradually dimming and fading away.

On this land, the Angel God's followers remained devoutly prostrate, yearning for their goddess's favor.

A moment later, Salas moved.

Unleashing his cultivation as an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, he appeared beneath the statue of the Angel God in an instant.

He imagined finding some oracle left by the Angel God here, or perhaps something else.

At that thought, a smile curled his lips-until he saw the small body lying quietly beneath the statue.

It was a child.

A child who looked no older than six, whose Martial Soul had yet to awaken.

As Spirit Hall's Platinum Bishop in Heaven Dou City, Salas recognized at a glance that the clothes the child wore were a common style at Spirit Hall's orphanages.

His smile froze. Trembling, he gently reached out to touch the child's neck.

There was no pulse.

Without a doubt, this child was dead.

A bad feeling came over Salas.

Could it be that the Angel God hadn't manifested a miracle to deliver an oracle or bestow a blessing upon her followers?

Was this the Angel God's displeasure with Spirit Hall?

In an instant, countless thoughts surged through his mind, all manner of conjectures crowding in and making the bishop's face tremble.

A scandal. A scandal of staggering proportions.

A child had died beneath the statue of the Angel God, and his death had even prompted the Angel God to manifest.

Whatever had killed this child, it would become a sharp blade for outside factions to use against Spirit Hall.

Once this matter got out, Spirit Hall's standing among its followers would suffer a severe blow.

Instinctively, Salas wanted to put the child's body into his Storage Soul Tool first.

But...

The miracle from moments ago flashed through his mind. His outstretched hand paused, and hesitation crossed his face.

But the statue of the Angel God was hardly in a secluded location. Salas had only arrived first because he had been close by and possessed the cultivation of a Soul Douluo.

There was little time to hesitate. Sensing more and more presences around him, along with the prying gazes of some lower-ranking Spirit Hall Soul Masters, Salas gritted his teeth and put the child's body into his Soul Tool.

Angel God above, please forgive your ignorant follower's offense. But to better spread your greatness, I can only resort to this last measure. Whatever happens, I will give you an accounting of this child's death.

Praying frantically in his heart, Salas kept his expression unchanged, still looking perfectly calm and composed.

He beckoned to the Red-Robed Cardinals who had arrived a few steps behind him. "The Angel God's glory has shone upon Heaven Dou City. Many people from other factions will doubtless come next, but I must immediately go before the Supreme Pontiff and the Great Enshrined to report this matter."

"I'll leave things here to you!"

Under the astonished gazes of the Red-Robed Cardinals, Salas, his heart burning with urgency, offered only a few cursory instructions before soaring into the air and speeding toward Spirit City.

At that moment, nothing was more urgent than dealing with the corpse in his Soul Tool.

[Your fabricated "Angel God's miracle" utterly convinced Salas, Xue Ye, Qian Renxue, Dugu Bo... Truth Points +100186.]

[Your fabricated "A child's death, the Angel God's wrath" filled Salas with reverence and fear. Truth Points +2077.]

[Your fabricated "Angel God's miracle" utterly convinced Liu Da, Guan Er, Zhang San... Truth Points +11174.]

[Your fabricated...]

In a small space separate from the Douluo Continent, a tiny figure smiled as he watched lines of information flash across the illusory screen before him.

"The plan was a great success. Sure enough, in a place with a bit of a Western fantasy flavor, staging a divine manifestation is the perfect choice."

Watching a huge sum of truth points pour in, Zhong Xuan could not hide his smile.

As a university student who had just graduated in Blue Star's new century, Zhong Xuan was undoubtedly furious that an accident involving a run-in with "Great Fortune" had turned him into a transmigrator.

Being an orphan in my previous life was bad enough, but I'm still an orphan after transmigrating. Am I, Zhong Xuan, some kind of heavenly fiend lone star?

"Too bad. In my current situation, I probably can't cash in on the one advantage of my background and go block the bridge."

Brushing past the events of his former life, Zhong Xuan eagerly watched the illusory screen that only he could see and began his next round of planning.

The Turning the False into the Real System.

As its name suggested, after fabricating false information, as long as more and more people believed it, Zhong Xuan could spend the corresponding truth points to turn it into something that truly existed in reality.

Of course, Zhong Xuan could also control the direction of that information to a certain extent.

This prevented lies from spiraling out of control and becoming impossible to stop.

The system also came with a shop, where he could directly materialize things using truth points, though the cost was higher without a foundation of lies.

"Sure enough, with this kind of cheat, if I want to earn a huge number of truth points at once, I'll have to try my hand at the Celestial Screen genre."

He rubbed his smooth chin, a confident smile appearing on his young face.

In his previous life, Zhong Xuan had no other hobbies. He simply liked reading novels and such in his spare time.

The Celestial Screen genre was a type of novel he had happened upon by chance.

They were novels where the protagonist used a system... or there was simply no protagonist at all, just a huge, ultimate-high-definition screen set up in the sky, playing famous scenes for an entire world, or even all the myriad worlds, to draw attention.

Though both the ceiling and floor for novels in the Celestial Screen genre were fairly high.

"If a huge screen appeared in the sky in reality and played videos packed with information, even if only one person in ten thousand believed them, with the Douluo Continent's population, I'd still make a profit."

"Besides... mine won't necessarily all be fake."

Of course, Zhong Xuan could not possibly copy The Legend of the Tang God-King outright.

Never mind that, in Zhong Xuan's era, transmigrating to Douluo without putting Tang San and Gangzi through some torment would be one of life's great regrets!

Even based on Zhong Xuan's own thinking, he would not do that.

After all, he would not earn many truth points that way, and... it was far too boring. If he could not see the rivers of blood he wanted to see, how was that any different from killing him?

As he pondered, Zhong Xuan casually opened the work interface he had cobbled together with the system in his mind.