"Holy crap, Spirit Hall is way too ridiculous."
"I can't take this. Qian Daoliu was invincible in his time, yet insisted on applying to be some moral paragon. His son was killed, and he couldn't catch Hao, but he even turned a blind eye to Bibi Dong right under his nose. Father of Forbearance?"
"And this Qian Xunji, what's with that disciple-banging, master-defying business..."
"Damn, I thought those two were already unrivaled under heaven. Who knew there was an even greater master? What the hell is up with Qian Renxue?"
"With supreme talent and the perfect environment to develop it, she actually went to Heaven Dou as a mole and wasted her gifts. Was Spirit Hall short on people? Wouldn't it have been better to train properly, become the Angel God, and unite the continent?"
After staying up all night to finish Tang Jia San Shao's classic, Douluo Continent, Lin Ci was so furious even his breast cancer felt clogged.
Folks, who could understand?
Oh, oh.
Right, he was a guy. Never mind, then.
Just then, a pop-up suddenly appeared on the novel page on his phone.
[If you could resurrect one of these three characters from Douluo Continent, whom would you choose?] [1. Qian Daoliu's father, Spirit Hall's thirteenth pope, the Peerless Douluo Qian Chenming.] [2. Tang Hao's father, the former master of the Clear Sky Sect, the Titled Douluo Tang Tian.] [3. Sword Douluo Chen Xin's father, the level ninety-seven Peak Douluo Chen Jianjun.]
Seeing these three options, Lin Ci didn't even think.
If he could resurrect any one of them.
Was there any need to think?
Of course he would resurrect Qian Chenming, then have him give Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, and Qian Renxue a great big slap each.
Is this how you strengthen my Spirit Hall?
Without a doubt, this was the episode that required the least deliberation.
Then, just as Lin Ci muttered to himself.
The screen kept shifting, and before he knew it, another three options popped up.
[After Qian Chenming is resurrected, which of the following three options would you choose to enhance his strength?] [1. Two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings and one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.] [2. Evolve the Angel Domain into the Divine Envoy Domain.] [3. Obtain the divine artifact, the Angel Holy Sword.]
Heh.
Looking at these three options, Lin Ci took only two and a half seconds to reach an answer.
What respectable person makes choices? Sorry, I don't eat beef.
I want them all!
Then, after imagining how invincible Qian Chenming would be if he really possessed the abilities in all three options, Lin Ci abruptly cursed at his phone, "Dumbass."
Where did this little ad come from? It even popped up automatically. It's seriously ruining my novel-reading experience.
You might have brought me some joy, but I'm still going to curse you out.
Yet just then, unbeknownst to Lin Ci, a Dayun truck had already arrived soundlessly at his home for a visit.
And even at his death, Lin Ci never figured it out.
Wait, I live on the seventeenth floor. How did you get in?
Afterward.
The traffic police arrived to handle the matter. Staring at the Dayun truck hanging from the impossibly high seventeenth floor, they quickly reached an obvious conclusion about the entire accident.
"Barring any surprises, the person now before the grave should already have transmigrated to another world."
Douluo Continent.
Douluo Hall, in the mountains behind Spirit Hall.
"Bang..."
The heavy coffin lid flew off, and Lin Ci sat up inside, gulping down fresh air.
Then.
Upon discovering that he was inside a coffin, Lin Ci shuddered all over, shocked and frightened.
At that moment, the scene outside the coffin came fully into view.
This was a graveyard, with at least a dozen graves around him.
In the dead of night, gusts of chilling wind blew, making it as terrifying as being trapped in the underworld.
"Wait, where the hell have I ended up? Is this still a harmonious society?"
Lin Ci was speechless. Who started their transmigration in a graveyard?
I'm not a tomb robber!
Not far away, several ever-burning lamps stubbornly burned amid the howling wind, faintly illuminating a few towering, clean, and tidy graves nearby.
The carefully carved words on the gravestones were particularly eye-catching.
Then, having finally managed to calm himself and settle his emotions, Lin Ci's pupils abruptly quaked.
"Tomb of Qian Xunji, Spirit Hall's fifteenth pope!"
You've got to be kidding.
The grave next to mine belongs to Qian Xunji?
Lin Ci sprang to his feet, his mind exploding with a buzz.
This.
Allowed him to piece everything together.
"So I've transmigrated to the legendary Romance Continent? And this seems to be the burial ground for Spirit Hall's past popes and people who made major contributions..."
"Then here's the question: who am I?"
Recalling what had happened before his transmigration and combining it with his current surroundings, Lin Ci clearly needed little speculation to find the answer.
"Wait, Ah Zhen, you're serious? I was only thinking about it! How did I actually become Qian Chenming?"
He stared at the words standing starkly on his own gravestone: "Tomb of Qian Chenming, Spirit Hall's thirteenth pope!"
Lin Ci couldn't help slowly raising a hand and instinctively feeling his face.
Sharp contours, a smooth chin.
This was unmistakably a handsome face.
With the Qian Family's genes, how bad could it possibly be?
Then.
Lin Ci took a deep breath, and numerous fragments of Qian Chenming's memories surged into his mind.
Spirit Hall's thirteenth pope, one of those who had contributed to its rise to power, the level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo Qian Chenming.
He was also Qian Daoliu's father, the deceased Qian Xunji's grandfather, and Qian Renxue's great-grandfather.
After a lifetime of ceaseless battle, taxing his mind and body, he had finally established Spirit Hall's enduring foundation in his later years!
And now.
He had returned to life.
Although his soul had been replaced by Lin Ci's, that wasn't really the point.
The point is, I'm alive again.
And even stronger!
Yes, Lin Ci discovered that he had already inherited the three rewards he had selected before transmigrating.
With a thought, Soul Rings emerged beneath his feet, five black and four red, dazzling and striking beyond compare.
After he slowly raised his right hand, a blinding golden light abruptly shone from his palm.
Then.
A solemn, magnificent sword appeared in his hand.
This was the legendary Angel Holy Sword, which one could only possess after becoming the Angel God.
Its blade was forged entirely from pure platinum, set with dazzling gems that continuously radiated incomparably brilliant light.
Its hilt was carved with magnificent angels and sacred runes.
Feeling the surging power within him, Lin Ci couldn't help curling his lips into a cold smile.
Well, damn. They really gave me everything.
So now I'm a bona fide Peerless Douluo!
No.
Far stronger than any Peerless Douluo!
With that thought, Lin Ci stood up, brushed the dust from his clothes, and looked out with an unrestrained gaze.
"So here's the question. My name is Qian Chenming now."
"At home, I have a son who's given up trying, a foolish great-granddaughter, and a granddaughter-in-law harboring ulterior loyalties. Folks watching through the screen, what do you think I should do?"
"Well, damn, wouldn't I have to straighten out the family's ways?"
He acted as soon as he said it.
Qian Chenming immediately spread his Six-Winged Angel wings and flew out of the graveyard, looking down over the vast Spirit Hall from high above.
Then he turned his gaze toward the Worship Hall atop the mountain.
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