It was early morning.
Qian Daoliu saw a magnificent city from afar.
The city covered a vast area, with towering walls and bright lights; even in the middle of the night, it appeared incredibly prosperous.
He lowered his altitude and clearly saw the three large characters on the city gate: Tianming City.
Qian Daoliu felt that this place should have the information he wanted to know, so he landed on the ground and walked slowly toward the city gate.
He was a person who followed the rules.
Before his Transmigration, entering such large cities required paying a fee, and this era should be no exception.
The gate guards had long since spotted Qian Daoliu.
After all, Qian Daoliu had flown over, and he had wings on his back.
The guards were unsure if the other party was a Titled Douluo or if he had simply had an Awakening of a flight-type Spirit, so their attitude remained respectful.
“To enter the city, you need to pay five silver coins,” the guard said.
Qian Daoliu took five silver coins from his storage spirit tool and handed them to the guard.
The guard took the silver coins, glanced at them, and frowned slightly.
“The patterns on these silver coins aren’t right.” The guard turned them over several times.
“What’s going on here?”
Qian Daoliu roughly understood the reason.
The silver coins in his hand belonged to the era he was originally from.
In the current era, although the currency system had not changed, the currency itself certainly had.
Simply put, this was using coins from a previous dynasty to buy things in the current one.
Qian Daoliu didn’t know how to handle this for a moment, as all the money on him was of this style.
However, after examining the silver coins, the guard did not make things difficult for him; instead, he showed an expression of shock.
“Brother, these silver coins of yours might be quite old.
This pattern, this craftsmanship—they are definitely antiques!
Their true value far exceeds ordinary silver coins.”
He licked his lips and asked tentatively: “If you don’t mind, I can buy them from you.”
Qian Daoliu was quite surprised and asked: “What is the exchange rate?”
The guard was actually a bit unsure, so he tentatively held up five fingers: “For five of your silver coins, I will pay five gold coins.
How about it?”
Qian Daoliu fell into deep thought.
It wasn’t that he thought the exchange rate was a problem; he was just thinking that inside his storage spirit tool, there were hundreds of thousands of such silver coins, as well as hundreds of millions of similar gold coins.
How much would that add up to?
This was naturally a good thing.
After all, whether it was developing Spirit Hall to its former glory or rebuilding Spirit Hall, money was essential.
He had been worried that his money wouldn’t be enough, but now it seemed he might have plenty left over.
Seeing that he was silent, the guard thought he found the offer too low and voluntarily increased the price.
“Ten gold coins!
I can’t pay any more than that!”
Qian Daoliu came back to his senses and nodded in agreement.
The guard breathed a sigh of relief, took out nine gold coins and five silver coins from his pocket, and handed them to Qian Daoliu.
This was after deducting the city entry fee.
Qian Daoliu took them casually and walked slowly into Tianming City.
The guard watched his back and muttered to himself: “I wonder if I made a profit or a loss.”
Qian Daoliu walked along the street, observing his surroundings.
Tianming City was much more prosperous than he had imagined.
Even though it was the early morning, the streets were still bustling with people and brightly lit.
Shops lined both sides—restaurants, teahouses, inns, and stores, everything one could need.
There were also many vendors setting up stalls on the street, selling various snacks and miscellaneous goods, with shouts and calls rising one after another.
Qian Daoliu’s appearance caught the attention of many women passing by.
With his white robes and golden hair, a face as handsome as jade, and that noble temperament, he looked just like someone who had walked out of a painting.
Some women even gathered the courage to run over and invite him to sit at their homes.
“Handsome, come and have some fun.”
“Young Master, it’s late, would you like to come to my place to rest your feet?”
“I have hot tea at home, let’s go in and have a cup.”
Qian Daoliu politely declined them all: “This old man has matters to attend to; we shall speak another day.”
He gave up on asking people for information about Spirit Hall.
His goal right now was clear.
That was to head to the place in Tianming City with the most books to consult ancient texts.
He walked down the street seemingly at random, while his mental force quietly extended, covering the entire Tianming City.
Soon, he locked onto a location.
Qian Daoliu crossed several streets and finally stopped in front of a luxurious mansion.
On the plaque were four large characters: White Tiger Dukes Mansion.
According to his investigation, there was a Titled Douluo inside.
In the entire Tianming City, this was the only Titled Douluo.
He believed that the other party definitely held the highest status in Tianming City, and the mansion they resided in should logically have the most books.
He hesitated slightly and looked up at the pitch-black night sky.
He felt that disturbing someone at this hour was truly inappropriate.
“There is no rush.”
Qian Daoliu thought that since he had already Transmigrated and it was likely very difficult to return, he decided to visit again tomorrow morning.
He turned and left, casually finding a hotel by the roadside and opening a room.
The room was not large, but it was clean and tidy.
Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged on the bed, preparing to Cultivate.
But he could not enter the state of mind required.
In the past, every time he Cultivated, he would pray to the angel statue, and over time, it had become a habit.
Now that the angel statue was not in front of him, he felt empty inside.
Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, looked at the empty room, and sighed softly.
Subsequently, he took a sword from his storage spirit tool.
It was a sword that was entirely silver, with a golden hilt, about three feet long, and the surface of the blade was engraved with holy angel patterns.
At the hilt, there were two closed golden wings, and the edges of the wings were inlaid with tiny red gems.
This was the Sword of Angel, though Qian Daoliu preferred to call it the Angelic Sacred Sword.
It was something he had obtained from the Legacy space of the Angel God when he passed the seventh trial of the Angel God, and it could be considered a semi-Divine Artifact.
Without the angel statue, he had no choice but to use the Angelic Sacred Sword as a substitute.
Qian Daoliu placed the Angelic Sacred Sword on his lap.
He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.
Gradually, he entered a state of meditation.
The next morning.
Qian Daoliu finished his night of Cultivation and slowly opened his eyes.
The golden light gradually faded from his pupils.
He looked down at the Angelic Sacred Sword on his lap, reached out to stroke the blade, and felt that familiar holy aura.
His current cultivation, although it had reached the peak of a Spirit Master, could only be considered as having just entered the rank of Limit Douluo.
If one had to divide the Realm, it could be called the Early Stage of Limit Douluo.
There was still a long way to go.
Qian Daoliu was slightly worried.
He was exactly one hundred years old this year.
Normally, the lifespan of a Titled Douluo could reach three hundred years.
A Limit Douluo like him could probably live for five hundred years.
He was confident that before his natural death, he could Cultivate to the Late Stage of Limit Douluo.
But so what?
In the end, he still could not escape the Reincarnation of life and death.
When he was young, he felt that his talent was exceptional and that he had the hope of becoming a god.
But in the end, he only received the eight trials of the Angel God, and Limit Douluo was already the peak.
Although he later gradually let go of his obsession with becoming a god, feeling that as long as he could Cultivate a descendant who could inherit the Angel God, it would actually be a form of Perfection.
But in this current era, it was hard to say whether he had any descendants.
Or perhaps, after his Transmigration, some descendant had actually become the Angel God.
In short, he felt quite lost.