Chapter 17 Qian Yuhan: I Don't Want to Become a God.
I Only Want to Wait for Your Return in the Mortal World!
The deception of the hypocrite Poseidon was evident as this angel god was utterly dragged down from her pedestal and shattered to pieces.
At least, this made her feel much better.
Beneath the celestial canopy, the chaos on Seagod Island intensified, while the guardians before the Seagod Temple fell into an eerie silence.
They abandoned their duties, abandoned their believers.
They allowed the sacred land to become a battlefield, seeking only a pathetic solace in the fall of another deity.
The foundation of their faith had been reduced to dust.
—Above the celestial canopy, the image froze on Qian Yuhan's pale face, gazing towards the Sun and Moon Continent, her eyes filled with love and worry.
The entire continent fell into a deathly silence.
So, the origin of the future, all-powerful Spirit Hall, was actually this...
Just when everyone thought this was the whole truth, the image on the celestial canopy shifted again, and the timeline jumped forward once more.
—The image reopened.
Several years passed in the blink of an eye.
Qian Yuhan was no longer the girl who would lose her composure because of love.
Dressed in a magnificent saintly robe and wearing a crown symbolizing light, she walked throughout the Douluo Continent.
A soft and sacred light emanated from her. Qian Yuhan eradicated evil spirit masters, purified the land corrupted by darkness, mediated conflicts between kingdoms, and rescued displaced civilians.
Her prestige reached its zenith across the continent.
People revered her, worshipped her, and regarded her as a deity walking among mortals.
Countless streams of faith flowed towards her like rivers converging into the sea.
Qian Yuhan was accumulating the resources to become a god in her own way.
However, when the night was deep and quiet, and the halo of the saintly maiden faded, she would return to a secluded courtyard deep within the Qian family mansion.
In the courtyard, a boy of about three or four years old, exquisitely beautiful, was toddling.
He had brilliant blond hair, inherited from Qian Yuhan, but his eyes were as deep and bright as obsidian, just like Wei Yuan's.
Qian Yuhan would let down her guard, gently pick him up, and softly call his name:
"Lin'er..."
This child was her and Wei Yuan's son, Qian Lin. He was also the second-generation patriarch of the Qian family of the Spirit Hall.
While fulfilling her duties as the Holy Maiden of Douluo Continent, Qian Yuhan raised her and Wei Yuan's only bloodline alone.
She poured all her longing and love for Wei Yuan into this child.
At the same time, she was waiting, waiting for that man to complete his "mission" and return to her side.
She didn't know that she would never see him again.
In the distant depths of the sea, Wei Yuan had already perished.
He was pierced through the heart from behind by his most trusted friend—Poseidon—with the Scepter of the Sea.
Poseidon not only killed him, but also used his martial soul, the [Scepter of the Sea], as a medium to steal the immense faith power Wei Yuan had accumulated on the Sun and Moon Continent and in the Eastern Hemisphere's oceans.
At this moment, he was only one step away from becoming the Sea God.
*Buzz!*
On this day, Qian Yuhan was accompanying Qian Lin in the courtyard when an incomparably vast aura, like the entire ocean pressing down, suddenly descended.
This aura had already surpassed its limits, with one foot already in the realm of a god.
Qian Yuhan's expression changed instantly, and she immediately shielded Qian Lin behind her, her Six-Winged Angel martial soul quietly appearing.
A holy flame soared into the sky, contending with the oceanic aura.
"Who goes there?"
Qian Yuhan coldly demanded.
The water rippled, and a man dressed in a blue robe, holding a scepter, with a handsome face but deep eyes, slowly emerged from the void.
It was Poseidon.
"Holy Maiden Qian Yuhan."
Poseidon's face carried a perfectly measured sadness and heaviness.
"We shouldn't have met like this."
Qian Yuhan recognized him.
Wei Yuan had mentioned this close friend to her before, the other half of the Twin Stars of the Sea.
Qian Yuhan's wariness lessened slightly, but her unease grew stronger.
"Poseidon? What are you doing here? Where is Wei Yuan? Is he with you?"
Poseidon's eyes dimmed, and he closed them in anguish, his voice hoarse:
"Yu Han… I bring… some unfortunate news."
"Wei Yuan…"
Poseidon took a deep breath, as if using all his strength.
"He… sacrificed himself."
Boom!
Qian Yu Han was struck dumb, her mind blank.
The holy light behind her shook violently, almost dissipating.
"You… what did you say?"
Qian Yu Han's voice trembled, filled with disbelief.
"We encountered an ancient evil god from the deep sea."
Poseidon began the lie he had already woven.
Poseidon's acting was flawless, and he even squeezed out tears of grief.
"That battle was earth-shattering.
At the last moment, it was Wei Yuan… he sacrificed himself to seal the evil god, thus bringing peace to the sea and saving my life."
Poseidon opened his hand, and a faint trace of the remaining aura of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon appeared in his palm.
This was "evidence" deliberately left by Poseidon.
Even before he truly touched the realm of divinity, confident that he had completely surpassed Wei Yuan, he would occasionally take it out to observe, deriving pleasure from it.
Wei Yuan, what good is your strength?
Now, I am about to create my own godhood and become the Sea God, the first god to emerge from Douluo Star.
And you, you have already become a lonely ghost.
"This is the last bit of power Wei Yuan left behind. He asked me to tell you that he loves you, but he loves this world even more. He hopes... that you can protect this continent, along with his share," Poseidon said, his voice choked with emotion.
Qian Yuhan stared blankly at that wisp of energy, feeling that familiar sensation.
She could no longer hold on; her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.
Tears silently streamed down her beautiful eyes.
Dead the person she had waited for so many years, the father of her child... just like that, dead?
All her hopes, all her expectations, were shattered in this moment.
Little Qianlin, hiding behind her, seemed to sense his mother's grief.
Little Qianlin timidly stepped forward, wiping away Qian Yuhan's tears with his tiny hands, and asked in a childish voice,
"Mommy... don't cry... Daddy... will come back..."
These words became the last straw that broke Qian Yuhan's back.
Qian Yuhan could no longer hold back, tightly hugging the child in her arms, letting out a heart-wrenching cry.
"No, I don't want to become a god, Wei Yuan, I just want you back!"
She didn't want to become a god, she only wished to wait for his return in the mortal world!
Poseidon quietly watched this scene, a cold smugness and pleasure flashing deep in his eyes.
After a moment, Poseidon slowly stepped forward and said in a compassionate tone, "Yuhan, the dead are gone. We who live must inherit his will. You and I have both stood on the threshold of becoming gods."
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