Qian Daoliu, the Great Enshrined of the Angel Clan, is probably somewhere right now, preparing for his destined Sacrifice.
Xuan Ming took a step forward, his figure passing through the main hall and arriving at the solemn Angel God Statue in the deepest part of the hall.
The statue emitted a soft yet majestic golden aura, but Xuan Ming sensed an extremely hidden spatial node beneath it, which only beings at the God Level could vaguely perceive.
After the node, what should be connected is the secret realm of inheritance left by the Angel God.
Qian Renxue should be undergoing her final transformation within that secret realm.
Chapter 437 Fallen Angel
Xuan Ming raised his hand and tore open space, forcefully ripping open the barrier of the Angel Secret Realm.
As soon as he stepped inside, the scene before him instantly transformed.
Instead of the expected sacred radiance and solemn hall, there was a distorted space filled with decay, corruption, and darkness.
The sky was a suffocating dark red, the earth was cracked and flowing with foul, slimy fluid, and the air was filled with a nauseating, sweet-smelling stench and a strong sense of negative emotions.
"An aura of decadence..." A knowing glint flashed in Xuan Ming's eyes.
It seems that Qian Renxue failed to uphold her sacred principles during the final test, and was instead corrupted by the darkness within her, leading her to depravity.
Of course, this could also be part of the inheritance assessment, an ultimate test of one's character.
He didn't linger. Relying on his powerful Divine Consciousness sense, he ignored the illusions and whispers around him that were trying to corrupt his mind, and headed towards the core area of this dark secret realm.
The deeper one goes, the denser the aura of darkness and decay becomes, and even distorted, resentful afterimages begin to appear in the air.
Gradually, hysterical roars and violent energy fluctuations came from ahead.
Xuan Ming traversed a hilly area composed of withered bones and broken weapons, and the sight before him made him frown slightly.
Qian Renxue was disheveled, her once magnificent golden armor now stained with dark red filth. Her eyes were bloodshot, her gaze crazed and chaotic, and the Angel Holy Sword she gripped tightly was shrouded in an ominous blackish-gray luster. She was frantically slashing and roaring at the air, as if she were fighting an invisible enemy.
Around her, several "corpses" lay scattered on the ground—the likenesses of Hu Liena, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and others! Their deaths were gruesome, as if they had endured extremely cruel torture.
Although he knew it was just an illusion, a projection of Qian Renxue's dark side, Xuan Ming still felt an uncontrollable surge of anger upon seeing this scene.
As expected! Qian Renxue's hatred for him had become so twisted that she would take it out on him and even fantasize about torturing and killing those around him!
How can someone blinded by hatred and filled with Destruction desires be allowed to participate in the management of the Spirit Hall Empire? To be involved in core matters concerning the future of billions of lives?
What a ridiculous joke! Bibi Dong's idea is far too naive and wishful thinking!
Just then, in her frenzy, Qian Renxue seemed to keenly sense Xuan Ming's arrival. She turned her head sharply, her crimson eyes fixed on him, filled with deep-seated hatred, jealousy, and a madness that Destruction everything.
"Xuan--Ming--!" She let out a shrill cry that was not human, completely abandoning the illusion in front of her and focusing all her anger and killing intent on Xuan Ming.
Her aura of corruption surged, and the once sacred Angel Holy Sword was now Entanglement in dark energy, slashing down at Xuan Ming with a ferocious force capable of tearing everything apart!
His frenzied appearance bore a striking resemblance to that of Bibi Dong, who had been corrupted by the Rakshasa Evil Thoughts and lost her mind.
They truly are mother and daughter.
Xuan Ming raised his right hand expressionlessly.
A dark red spear, Entanglement in endless ferocity and icy chill, appeared out of thin air in his hand—it was the Blood Spear, which had been transformed into a divine weapon!
The moment the Blood Spear appeared, a malevolent aura far purer and more terrifying than this fallen secret realm erupted, like a tangible shockwave that instantly dispersed most of the surrounding dark energy!
Xuan Ming casually swung his Blood Spear.
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a dull thud.
Qian Renxue's seemingly ferocious attack melted and disintegrated the moment it touched the Blood Spear, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun. She was struck as if by a heavy blow, screamed, and spat out blood mixed with black mist from her mouth. She was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the cracked earth in the distance.
A Fallen Angel has not yet truly inherited a Quasi-God Godhood and has only barely reached the level of a quasi-god by relying on the power of the inherited secret realm has no chance of resisting Xuan Ming, whose strength is already comparable to that of Second-Class Deity and who wields a ferocious divine weapon.
Since breaking through level 100, although Xuan Ming has not triggered the Divine Tribulation to officially become a god, his Divine Power and divine sense have been steadily increasing and transforming.
When he first entered the God Level, he might have only been able to barely compare to the most ordinary Third-Class Deity. But now, thanks to his unique cultivation methods and accumulated experience, his true combat strength is no less than that of an ordinary Second-Class Deity!
In the Douluo Continent, his home turf, suppressed by the rules of the plane, even a true First-Level Main God might not be able to gain an advantage over him.
Currently, only God King level being descending in his true form could pose a real threat to him, but that is almost impossible.
Qian Renxue's current state, she could only be described as utterly vulnerable against him.
Severely injured, Qian Renxue not only failed to regain her senses, but became even more manic due to the excruciating pain and humiliation.
She struggled to her feet, ignoring her gaping wounds and chaotic breathing, and let out another beastly roar, gathering even darker and more corrupt power as she charged towards Xuan Ming like a madman.
I'm going to kill you!
A cold glint flashed in Xuan Ming's eyes, and the Blood Spear erupted with a terrifying aura. After years of tempering, this ferocious weapon had completely transformed into a divine artifact, and within the Douluo Plane, its power was no less than that of the Asura Demon Sword.
If Qian Renxue had fought with pure divine power, she might have been able to hold out for a while. But by choosing to fall into darkness and abandon the power of light and divinity, she lost her greatest advantage, and perhaps her only means, in the fight against the Blood Spear.
The Blood Spear swept across, and Qian Renxue flying backward once again.
Qian Renxue struggled to her feet, her eyes burning with even greater madness. She roared and charged again, her body surging with dark energy, as if she were ready to fight to the death.
I'm going to kill you!!
Xuan Ming's eyes turned cold, and a dark, icy blue light flashed in his eyes. This Divine Power was like a tangible tsunami, instantly shattering Qian Renxue's already chaotic mental defenses!
"Ugh--!" Qian Renxue let out a painful groan, her forward momentum suddenly halted, and her eyes momentarily lost focus.
In that split second, Xuan Ming's left hand shot out like lightning, precisely seizing her wrist that was holding the sword! An irresistible force surged through her, and Qian Renxue felt a sharp pain in her wrist. Her fingers loosened, and the Angel Holy Sword slipped from her grasp!
Xuan Ming seized the opportunity and grasped the Angel Holy Sword, which Entanglement in ominous black light, in his own hand.
At the same time, he clenched his right fist, which, imbued with a chilling force, slammed it hard into Qian Renxue's lower abdomen!
"Puff--!"
Qian Renxue's body arched like a shrimp, and she spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
The terrifying power contained in that punch not only severely damaged her physical body, but also almost shattered the corrupt energy that had gathered within her! She flew backward like a broken sack, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.
Xuan Ming remained expressionless, taking a step forward and instantly appearing beside Qian Renxue, who was collapsed on the ground. He held the Angel Holy Sword in his hand, the tip pointing downwards, and without hesitation, he thrust it down towards Qian Renxue's vital point in the back!
"Laugh--!"
The Angel Holy Sword easily pierced through Qian Renxue's armor and flesh, with half of its tip protruding from her chest, pinning her firmly to the cracked earth!
Blood gushed out from the sword, staining the ground red.
Her Quasi-God- like body prevented her from dying easily, but the pain was incredibly real.
Chapter 438 Why Did You Come?
"Ah--!!!" Qian Renxue let out a shrill scream, the intense pain and extreme humiliation almost driving her to the brink of collapse. She struggled frantically, trying to break free from the Holy Sword's hold, but the Holy Sword piercing her body seemed to be one with the earth, remaining completely still.
However, at that moment, something unexpected happened!
The Angel Holy Sword, nailed into Qian Renxue's body, seemed to sense its host's dying despair and boundless hatred. The ominous blackish-gray luster on the sword suddenly surged! A deeper and more violent dark and corrupting power erupted like a geyser!
"Boom--!"
A jet-black energy shockwave exploded outwards from Qian Renxue! The Angel Holy Sword that imprisoned her was actually forced open with a sliver of a crack by the impact of this corrupt power originating from the depths of her own bloodline and soul!
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Qian Renxue disregarded the excruciating pain of her body being torn apart and struggled forward!
"Thud!" The sound of flesh tearing apart was sickening.
She forcefully pulled herself out of the holy sword that had pierced her body, leaving a shocking penetrating wound. She staggered back several steps, half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, her blood staining a large patch of earth beneath her.
She raised her head, her eyes completely consumed by madness and Destruction desire, devoid of any reason as she looked at Xuan Ming.
When Qian Renxue roared again, driven by a mad will, and dragged her broken body toward him, Xuan Ming simply raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and then swung it out again.
He didn't use any Soul Skill or the Blood Spear; he only used the purest and most primal physical strength.
This punch, seemingly ordinary, contained terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and splitting seas!
"Bang--!"
A dull thud resounded.
Qian Renxue flew back at an even faster speed than when she rushed in, like a boulder thrown by a catapult, drawing a tragic arc in the air before crashing heavily into the distance, stirring up a cloud of dust.
A contest of pure strength?
As an inheritor of the bloodline of the True Dragon King, Xuan Ming's physical strength has long surpassed the realm of the mortal.
Even if a true First-Level Main God were to descend, it would be absolutely impossible for a physical body to contend with him!
The only way Qian Renxue could possibly pose a threat to him in a direct confrontation would be to use the pure power of a holy Six-Winged Angel to draw upon the supreme True Solar Fire to burn him.
But given her current state of utter depravity, where she has even polluted and abandoned her own sacred origins?
Let alone ignite the True Solar Fire, she could barely mobilize even the most basic divine power.
Without the advantage of elemental advantage, in a pure clash of power, Qian Renxue was simply not qualified to fight him.
As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Qian Renxue lay in the deep pit, her body twitching slightly, seemingly too weak to even stand up.
But her bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Xuan Ming, filled with resentment, hatred, and a trace of despair from the depths of her soul that she herself was unaware of.
Xuan Ming stood at the edge of the deep pit, looking down at Qian Renxue lying at the bottom, covered in blood, her eyes still burning with madness and hatred. His feelings were extremely complicated.
He originally thought that Qian Renxue could turn her hatred for her into motivation and break through the shackles of the God's Trial.
Unexpectedly, this hatred was so intense that it destroyed her reason, plunging her into a dark abyss.
He seemed to have underestimated his importance in Qian Renxue's heart, both positively and negatively.
With a soft sigh, Xuan Ming suppressed his fierce aura. He sheathed his Blood Spear and slowly walked down into the deep pit.
With each step he took, an invisible, Colorless Domain, seemingly capable of encompassing everything, quietly unfolded, enveloping him and Qian Renxue within it.
Within the domain, a gentle and vibrant power of revival light emerged like a warm spring, slowly flowing over Qian Renxue's broken body, repairing her shocking wounds and soothing her nearly collapsed soul.
At the same time, Xuan Ming raised his right hand, and in his palm, strands of pure and gentle Power of Faith began to gather and condense.
These diverse yet purest prayers, emanating from countless people of the Spirit Hall Empire, were refined and transformed under his skillful manipulation into a Divine Power capable of calming the mind and guiding consciousness.
Ultimately, these forces coalesced in his palm into a ball of light that emitted a soft white glow, as warm as a small sun, like a guiding star.
He walked over to Qian Renxue and squatted down.
Qian Renxue continued to stare intently at him, letting out a low, beast-like growl, but her body, under the influence of the resurrection power, was no longer able to launch an attack.
Xuan Ming reached out and gently helped her up from the cold ground, letting her sit against the pit wall. Looking into those eyes, completely blinded by filth and madness, he was overwhelmed with emotion and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Finally, he gently and slowly pressed the "star" formed from the Power of Faith in his palm onto Qian Renxue's brow.
The sphere of light silently merged into her forehead, attempting to dispel the darkness and chaos that lingered deep within her spiritual world.
Xuan Ming knew very well how dangerous it was to lose himself in the God's Trial.
Tang Chen, who was once so exceptionally talented, ultimately lost his way in the Asura God's trial and met such a tragic end.
The God's Trial are far more brutal than imagined; failure means annihilation of both body and soul.
Qian Renxue was already standing on the edge of a cliff. His original plan had to be changed at this moment. He couldn't just watch her walk towards Destruction.
However, just as Xuan Ming concentrated all his energy in an attempt to guide Qian Renxue's chaotic consciousness, another unexpected event occurred!
Perhaps sensing the "purification" of the external force, the deeply rooted corrupt power within Qian Renxue put up its fiercest resistance! Black light blazed in her eyes, and the Angel Holy Sword, which had been knocked aside, seemed to be summoned, emitting a mournful hum, and suddenly transformed into a black light, shooting towards her at an incredible speed!
"Pfft--!"
The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was clearly audible.
The Angel Holy Sword, Entanglement in the most intense aura of darkness and corruption, pierced Xuan Ming's chest with precision and ruthlessness, its tip protruding from his back!
Crimson blood gushed out instantly, spilling onto the ground.
Xuan Ming's body trembled slightly, and his brows furrowed. He was not unprepared, but at this crucial moment when he was fully focused on guiding Qian Renxue's consciousness, he simply couldn't spare any more strength to defend against this sword strike.
Awakening a lost soul is a thousand times more difficult than tempting it to fall.
He lowered his head, looking at the holy sword that had pierced his body, then at Qian Renxue who was so close to him.
At this moment, besides the mad hatred in Qian Renxue's bloodshot eyes, two lines of crimson tears actually flowed down her cheeks!
Those tears of blood were mixed with endless pain, grievances, and a heart-wrenching despair that even she herself could not understand.