Two golden lights flashed—
Qian Daoliu returned, his entire old face glowing with excitement.
In his hands were several golden soul fragments, each radiating a sacred luminance.
His fingers trembled as he held them, as if he were clutching the last hope of his life.
But the old fellows behind him…
Not a single one was looking at the fragments.
All their gazes passed straight over him—
Fixing firmly on the figure quietly standing behind him.
A young woman.
Light-golden hair cascading like sunlight.
A stunning face whose brows carried a seven-tenths resemblance to Bibi Dong.
She appeared to be in her early twenties, her aura noble, ethereal, yet blazing with determination.
The Young Master of Spirit Hall.
Qian Renxue.
From the anticipation and complicated emotions flickering in her eyes, she had clearly already heard the news—
the Angel God was about to be resurrected.
Lion Douluo's pupils shrank sharply.
A thought nearly burst out of his throat:
Innate level twenty… god-tier martial spirit… this… isn't this the most perfect—
Gulp.
He swallowed hard, eyes suddenly burning with dangerous intensity.
"Where are you looking?!"
Gold Crocodile Douluo's expression changed drastically.
He elbowed Lion Douluo viciously in the ribs, glaring with warning.
Lion Douluo jolted like he'd been electrocuted.
His old face turned bright red.
He immediately lowered his head, embarrassed beyond belief.
That was Xue'er!
Big Brother's only bloodline!
What was he thinking?!
The other worshipers reacted as well, instantly averting their gazes, not daring to look again.
Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu—who had rushed back like a meteor—was blissfully unaware of the mental rollercoaster his old brothers just experienced.
He was about to hurry to Lin Feng's counter when he suddenly noticed the group of worshipers looking listless and hopeless.
"What's wrong with all of you?"
Qian Daoliu frowned.
"The Angel God is about to be resurrected! Why the long faces?!"
Gold Crocodile Douluo opened his mouth, saw his Big Brother's foolishly excited expression, and finally exhaled a long, miserable sigh.
He explained the fatal problem from beginning to end.
"…Big Brother, the soul is complete."
"But we have no vessel capable of housing a divine soul."
The smile on Qian Daoliu's face froze.
He looked down at the soul fragments glowing in his palm.
Moments ago they had seemed divine—
Now they looked painfully blinding.
He lifted his head.
There really was… no suitable vessel.
His excitement was doused as if someone poured a bucket of December ice water over him.
His heart turned cold.
Yes… with only a soul…
Where would the Angel God resurrect?
His legs trembled.
He nearly stumbled.
He clung to his last hope—
The always calm, omnipotent Senior lounging in his chair.
"Senior…"
Qian Daoliu swallowed.
"Is there… any solution?"
Lin Feng set down his teacup, shook his head lightly.
"I will not directly provide you a vessel capable of housing a God's soul."
Like a divine decree—
His calm sentence shattered the worshipers' hearts completely.
Hope, which had burned like a rising sun moments earlier…
Extinguished instantly.
Gold Crocodile, Azure Luan, Lion Douluo…
Every old worshiper collapsed into despair.
Would Spirit Hall's centuries-long ambition…
End in such a ridiculous way?
In this silence, Qian Renxue was not looking at them.
From the moment she entered, her gaze was fixed on the woman at another table—
A woman whose presence was drastically different from what she remembered.
Younger.
Beautiful.
Alive.
She had shed the body full of hatred and pain.
And now possessed something radiant and new.
Qian Renxue's gaze softened with complexity.
Her lips curved into a shallow, indescribable smile.
There was joy in it…
But far more bitterness.
With that discarded body,
The last thread tying them together as mother and daughter
Was severed.
Bibi Dong felt her gaze.
She turned.
Her violet eyes were icy-cold.
She gave a faint snort—
Then turned her head away completely, lifting her teacup.
Like Qian Renxue was an annoying stranger.
That aloofness, colder than a blade of ice, pierced Qian Renxue straight through the heart.
The faint smile on her lips gradually disappeared.
Mother… has already moved on.
She no longer needs me… not even as a blemish.
At this moment, she heard Gold Crocodile's sigh.
She heard Lin Feng's refusal.
And she saw her grandfather's shoulders collapse—
The mighty pillar of Spirit Hall suddenly appearing frail, old, and hopeless.
Qian Renxue fell into brief silence.
Then—
She stepped forward.
In the deathly still Feng Ran Pavilion, her clear, steady voice rang out:
"Who said there wasn't?"
BOOM—!!
Like a thunderclap exploding through the silence.
All gazes snapped toward that golden-haired figure.
Qian Daoliu jolted violently, whipping around.
"Xue'er?!"
His voice trembled uncontrollably.
"What… what did you just say? Say it again!"
Qian Renxue met her grandfather's gaze.
Her expression calm.
Unwavering.
Resolute.
Her eyes fell on the sacred soul fragments in his hands.
Then she looked once more at Bibi Dong—now a stranger.
She inhaled deeply.
As if making the most important choice of her life.
"I said—"
Her voice rang like a divine bell.
Clear.
Powerful.
Unshakable.
"We do have a vessel."
"I… am the best vessel for the Angel God's resurrection."