Chapter 397: A Grand Wedding That Draws All Eyes
Above the Offering Hall.
A few breaths later, the golden divine power slowly receded, revealing a golden figure.
Qian Renxue stood suspended in midair, wearing a gilded long dress and a golden phoenix crown. Her beautiful eyes were filled with excitement and joy. Even the six wings behind her had nearly doubled in size, radiating golden divine light.
This was the Angel God's divine armor!
Golden Crocodile and the other consecrated elders were stunned for several breaths before they finally reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to bow:
"Greetings, Angel God!"
"Greetings, Angel God!"
"Greetings, Angel God!"
…
"Greetings, Angel God!"
The moment Golden Crocodile and the others called out, everyone within the Spirit Hall—and even across all of Spirit City—showed expressions of elation, respectfully cheering toward the figure in the sky.
Though the God King of Thunder above was stronger than the Angel God, and even though Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God was more fearsome in appearance, none of that compared to this moment—the moment the Angel God appeared.
Not because of power, but because the Angel God was the deity Spirit Hall had worshipped for tens of thousands of years—a true divine legacy that belonged solely to the people of Spirit Hall.
This was faith. This was reverence rooted in their very bloodline.
One divine being after another had appeared in succession, and everyone came to understand one thing—this era they were experiencing was likely the most brilliant age Douluo Continent had ever seen, and perhaps would never see again.
In this short span of time, four gods had manifested in the same era. The most astonishing part was that the weakest among them was the Angel God inherited by Qian Renxue.
"What is that?"
At that moment, people seemed to notice something and cried out in astonishment.
The sky, already filled with golden light, suddenly revealed countless mysterious white rays of light.
It was the power of Douluo Continent's fate!
"The power of fate?"
Seeing this, Kong blinked and fell into deep thought.
Why would the power of fate enter Xiao Xue's body? Could it be...?
Kong's eyes lit up as if he had suddenly understood something.
So it turned out that Qian Renxue was the true child of destiny of the Douluo Continent—the daughter of fate of the Douluo Star.
Thinking of this, Kong quickly came to terms with it. Reflecting carefully, it did make sense.
Ever since ten thousand years ago, when the Angel God ascended to godhood, Spirit Hall's prestige had reached its peak at that time.
Afterward, with a series of policies implemented by the Pope and the Grand Worship, Spirit Hall had never truly declined in those ten thousand years.
And in this era, Qian Renxue awakened with innate level twenty soul power, was the descendant of the Angel God, and was the only one in years to have successfully inherited a divine position. With all these factors combined, calling her the true daughter of destiny was not an exaggeration.
After all, no matter how one looked at it, Tang San was an outsider. If not for the aid of the Xuantian Record and the Asura God, he might not have even become a god. Just back when he encountered the Mandala Snake, Tang Hao had to appear instantly to save him.
Therefore, without the help of the Xuantian Record and the Asura God, Tang San would never have had the power to pose any threat to the ancient force of Spirit Hall, which had existed for over ten thousand years.
At the same time, the women of the Kong family also stepped out of the house with smiles on their faces.
Looking at the graceful figure high in the sky, their eyes shone with excitement and anticipation—not for anything else, but for the wedding that had been promised earlier.
As a woman, no one would refuse to marry the one they love openly and honorably—not even a Title Douluo, nor someone who has already become a god.
While everyone was feeling great joy at Qian Renxue's success, a menacing figure arrived in the so-called Paradise of the Fallen—the Slaughter City.
Due to the severe injuries caused by the black mist, he could no longer exert much power. So he brought Tang San to a dark and degenerate place.
"Senior, why are we here?"
Walking through this ruined, dimly lit village, Tang San kept scanning the surroundings. He didn't understand why this man had brought him to such a place.
What surprised him even more was that Kong's wife turned out to be so powerful—she had driven away such a formidable being with a single move.
"Devour!"
Suppressing the injuries within his body, the black mist said weakly, "Your current body and cultivation are far too weak. You can't bring out much of my strength at all. So if you want to defeat that previous God King of Thunder, you must first improve your own cultivation and physical body."
"What should I do?"
Hearing this advice, Tang San nodded in full agreement. After all, his soul power was only in the eighties, and the later few spirit rings were merely ten-year rings. In such a state, how much divine-level combat strength could he possibly unleash?
Although his Xuantian Technique had a devouring function, it could only devour bloodlines—not the cultivation, martial spirits, or life force of others.
"I will pass on to you a secret method. Follow this method to devour every living being that can be devoured!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient, mysterious incantation entered Tang San's mind, etched into his soul—impossible to forget.
"Alright, I understand."
Tang San's eyes narrowed slightly. As he looked toward the dim darkness ahead, his gaze brimmed with coldness and excitement.
Kong, just wait. It won't be long before I, Tang San, return to take my revenge!
The next morning, as the sun began to rise—
All the streets of Spirit City were decorated. Every household had hung red lanterns and red ribbons, creating a festive atmosphere.
Red carpets covered all the roads leading through Spirit Hall. Every few meters, lanterns and streamers floated in the air above.
As a gentle breeze blew through, the streamers swayed midair, as if declaring the joy of this moment to the heavens.
Even the maids in the Pope's Hall and the Offering Hall had changed into red dresses. In their hands, they carried all sorts of pastries, fruits, and delicacies, walking into the main hall with smiles on their faces.
Inside the hall, rows of tables had been set up. Elders, consecrated figures, and numerous family members of today's protagonists sat among them, each with a calm and contented expression.
Liu Erlong, as Kong's aunt, sat at the front of the hall. With pen and paper in hand, she was responsible for recording the congratulatory gifts sent by various major sects and powers.
As the dean of Blue Tyrant Academy, she was naturally more than capable of handling such tasks. If she needed help with everything, wouldn't that be a laughingstock?
As the wedding of the God King of Thunder and one of the continent's most outstanding women, it naturally stirred all of Douluo Continent. Even gods from the Divine Realm descended to the mortal world to offer their warmest congratulations.
[End of Chapter]
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