Chapter 64 Qian Yuhan: The Sun and Moon Continent is terrifying, but my descendants and Wei Lang's descendants cannot lose!
"That's right! Grand Elder Qian Daoliu stands at the pinnacle of the continent precisely because of this martial soul!"
"But... who is it on the Sun and Moon Continent? Do they also have a powerful light attribute martial soul?"
The people of Douluo Continent discussed among themselves, their gazes all turning towards the direction of Martial Soul City.
At the summit of the mountain where the Hall of Worship was located, Qian Daoliu's breath hitched.
This was an opportunity!
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to vindicate the Angelic Martial Soul, the Qian family, and the Spirit Hall!
"The Six-Winged Angel is a divine-level martial soul bestowed by our ancestors, the ultimate embodiment of light and holiness!"
Qian Daoliu clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.
"No matter what martial soul the Sun and Moon Continent brings out, it can never compare to the holy Angel Absolutely impossible!"
Behind him, Golden Crocodile Douluo and others also showed anticipation.
Bibi Dong's crushing defeat as Pope had caused the Spirit Hall's prestige to plummet, and they desperately needed a victory to save face.
In the previous comparisons, Douluo Continent had suffered a complete defeat.
The confidence of ordinary people and Soul Masters on Douluo Continent had largely plummeted.
If the Spirit Hall could turn the tide, its prestige would naturally soar.
This was also a tacit understanding among all the elders.
Currently, the Sun Moon Empire's fleet was stationed on Seagod Island.
In the future, the Sun Moon Continent and Douluo Continent would inevitably have a deeper level of integration.
As the leader of Douluo Continent, the Spirit Hall, in order to negotiate with the Sun Moon Empire, naturally had to first demonstrate its value.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have the confidence or the right to even sit at the table.
—God Realm, Angel Temple.
Inside the magnificent hall, holy light flowed, and it was spotless.
Every beam and pillar was carved with images of six-winged angels, radiating an eternal and pure aura of light.
However, within this ultimate holiness lay an unchanging loneliness and coldness.
Qian Yuhan sat regally on the highest divine throne, her golden divine robes unfurling like a frozen sun.
Qian Yuhan's beauty was exquisite; compared to the obsessive saintess of twenty thousand years ago on the celestial screen, she possessed a divine majesty and detachment.
Yet, the lingering chill between her brows remained unchanged.
When the title, imbued with the sense of confrontation, "Summit of Light," came into her view, a ripple stirred within Qian Yuhan's heart.
"A duel of light attributes..."
Qian Yuhan murmured softly, her voice echoing in the empty temple.
As a deity who emerged from the Douluo Continent, she naturally hoped her birthplace would prevail.
But the results of the previous matches had left even this deity bewildered and perplexed.
The Douluo Continent... had it really suffered such a series of defeats?
She had always thought that even with the passage of time, with the Angelic Martial Soul inheritance she left behind and the foundation of the Spirit Hall, the Soul Master system of Douluo Continent should still be prosperous and not so vulnerable.
However, Qian Yuhan never expected that Wei Yuan's descendants on the Sun Moon Continent could develop Soul Tools to such an extent in just 20,000 years—a mere few decades for her—in such a short time.
Even an ordinary person, using a specific Soul Tool, could kill a relatively strong Soul Master.
The power of the Sun Moon Empire's royal family further astonished Qian Yuhan.
"The bloodline of Wei Lang Zihuang, the Destroyer of the Heavenly Dragon, is actually so powerful?"
Qian Yuhan shook her head and chuckled.
"Unfortunately, when the angelic bloodline was integrated into Qian Lin's body, the proportions weren't carefully considered, resulting in Wei Lang's Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon bloodline being suppressed for twenty thousand years."
"Otherwise, at least in terms of beast martial souls, we could rival the Sun and Moon Continent."
"Now we've finally reached the realm of light, which I know best."
"Douluo Continent - The First Light Attribute Martial Soul..."
Qian Yuhan's gaze fell on these words, and she had no more doubts.
That must be the inheritance of her Qian family, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.
Qian Yuhan knew very well that there was no inheritance of light-type deities on the Sun and Moon Continent.
Even if there were, there were different levels of divine martial souls.
As a first-level divine martial soul, even if the Sun and Moon Continent produced a light-type prodigy, they could never defeat the Six-Winged Angel in terms of quality.
Qian Yuhan had great confidence in the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.
In this battle, the Douluo Continent had no reason to lose!
But when Qian Yuhan's gaze slowly shifted to the other side and she saw the [Sun and Moon Continent - First Light Attribute Martial Soul], her heart trembled inexplicably.
Sun and Moon Continent… this name, like a thorn sealed for twenty thousand years, gently stirred the deepest part of her heart.
That was his continent, the place where he had poured his heart and soul into his ideals.
A barely audible sigh echoed in the empty temple.
Qian Yuhan slowly closed her eyes, and the image of that black-haired, purple-eyed figure, wielding the Purple Radiance Heaven-Slaying Dragon, looking down upon the world, involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
Her heart, which had gradually calmed down with the passage of time, trembled again.
"Truly worthy of being your descendant… Wei Yuan."
Qian Yuhan's voice carried a hint of pride and bitterness that even she herself hadn't noticed.
"Twenty thousand years have passed, and they not only haven't been annihilated by history, but have instead created such a glorious civilization, whose strength has completely crushed the continent I was born on."
Through the celestial canopy, she saw only the tip of the iceberg of the Sun and Moon Empire.
The world-destroying soul-guiding technology, the complete and highly motivated soul master legion, the confidence and fervor of Wei Ang and Long Lingfei… all of this demonstrated the power and vitality of that civilization.
In comparison, Douluo Continent seemed so… primitive and conservative.
A complex and inexplicable emotion welled up in her heart.
She was shocked and gratified by the achievements of Wei Yuan's descendants, as if she could see the blueprint he had drawn up back then being realized step by step.
But at the same time, she also felt a sense of loss for the continent she came from and for the legacy she had left behind.
My descendants will face your descendants… isn't this another form of continuation and confrontation between us?
Qian Yuhan reopened her eyes, her gaze once again sharp and majestic.
"But…"
Qian Yuhan slowly stood up, and the power of light in the temple seemed to be summoned, becoming even more dazzling.
"The Six-Winged Angel is a true divine-level martial soul, representing divinely bestowed light and holiness!"
"No matter how powerful the civilization of the Sun and Moon Continent becomes, no matter how talented your descendants are..."
"How can the power created by mortals compete with the light bestowed by the gods?"
Qian Yuhan's voice was filled with absolute confidence befitting a deity.
She acknowledged the excellence of Wei Yuan's descendants on the Sun and Moon Continent.
However, she and Wei Yuan were a powerful alliance; she herself had achieved godhood, and was no less capable, only stronger!
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