Qian Daoliu suddenly became serious. Looking at Lin Feng, he said:
“Feng’er, you may not understand what kind of existence that white-haired old man truly is.”
In his eyes, something like a “god” was far too distant for a child. At Lin Feng’s age, he could only understand things within his current world.
As for gods?
What are they? Can you eat them?
A child wouldn’t even have a clear concept of such a powerful existence.
Lin Feng tilted his head, looking confused.
“Grandpa, isn’t he just a special old man? Do you know him?”
Hearing Lin Feng casually refer to that being as “he,” Qian Daoliu felt a bit helpless and quickly corrected him:
“Feng’er, you must not call Him ‘he.’ You should say ‘He.’ Do you understand?”
“Is there really a difference, Grandpa?” Lin Feng scratched his head.
But inside, he already knew—
Everything was going exactly as planned.
In the future, if his strength suddenly increased or he showed something unbelievable, he could simply blame it on a mysterious “god.”
Qian Daoliu then asked,
“Feng’er, what do you think is the strongest level in the soul master world?”
“Title Douluo! Grandpa, you are a Title Douluo!” Lin Feng answered without hesitation.
“I’ve heard from Father that soul masters have nine levels: Soul Master, Grand Soul Master, Soul Elder, Soul Ancestor, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, and Title Douluo. I’ve also seen it in books.”
Qian Daoliu smiled.
“But what do you think is above Title Douluo?”
“Above…?” Lin Feng looked confused, just like a normal six-year-old.
Qian Daoliu’s eyes showed a trace of longing.
“On this continent, there is a legend—Level 100, one becomes a god.”
“A god… is the realm above Title Douluo.”
Lin Feng widened his eyes in shock.
“Grandpa, does that mean the white-haired old man… is a real god?”
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly.
“That realm is something Title Douluo cannot even imagine.”
“But… gods are still only legends.”
“In thousands of years of history, no one has truly seen one.”
“Feng’er, do you think gods really exist?”
Lin Feng thought for a moment.
Then his eyes became firm.
“Legends about gods exist because they are too ancient for humans to fully understand.”
“But if they have been passed down, then maybe they are real.”
“They are believable—it’s just that in our current time, there is no proof.”
“No one has reached that level yet, so it remains a legend.”
Then Lin Feng smiled.
“Actually, Grandpa, I’m just being a little clever.”
“You asked me this, which means there must be some truth to it. Otherwise, why would you ask?”
“That means… you want to tell me a secret of this world!”
Qian Daoliu was extremely satisfied with his answer.
Smart, sharp, and thoughtful—
But still a child.
“And because of what Grandpa said,” Lin Feng continued,
“I suddenly understood something.”
“Oh? What is it?” Qian Daoliu asked.
Lin Feng said clearly:
“The path… has no end.”
Those four words echoed in Qian Daoliu’s mind.
“The path has no end… no end…”
“There is no true limit… even under countless restrictions…”
At that moment—
His soul power, which had not improved for years, actually showed a slight increase!
It was only a tiny change—
But for someone at his level, it was unbelievable.
He had already reached the peak of Title Douluo.
Half a step into godhood—
Yet that final step had always been impossible.
Years ago, he had taken the Angel God’s trial—
But I only completed eight tests, not nine.
Because of that, he became the Angel’s High Priest.
It gave him great power—
But also locked him at this level forever.
He could never become a god.
And yet now—
Because of Lin Feng’s words—
His understanding had deepened.
Qian Daoliu looked at Lin Feng with shining eyes.
“Feng’er, how did you realize this?”
“‘The path has no end’… it truly makes one think deeply!”
Lin Feng smiled.
“Because… there is no end to cultivation.”
“What we think is the limit is only the limit of our own understanding.”
“It’s not the true end.”
“Just like what Grandpa said—if you didn’t tell me about gods, I wouldn’t even know there’s a level above Title Douluo.”
Qian Daoliu was stunned.
“To think… one day, I would be taught by a child…”
He sighed inwardly.
What he thought was the end—
Was only the end within his own knowledge.
“So, Grandpa…” Lin Feng looked at him with innocent eyes.
“That white-haired old man… is a god, right?”
Qian Daoliu smiled.
“Yes… gods truly exist.”
“And our Spirit Hall… also has a god’s inheritance.”
“To open it, one must have the Six-Winged Angel martial soul.”
“That god is our ancestor from thousands of years ago.”
“After becoming a god, He did not abandon us. Instead, he left his inheritance behind.”
“The Six-Winged Angel became a divine-level martial soul, starting with level 20 innate soul power.”
“Anyone with this martial soul can inherit His legacy.”
“They must pass the Angel Trials.”
“If someone completes all nine trials, they can inherit the god’s position and become a god.”
“But unfortunately…”
“For thousands of years, no one has completed all nine trials.”
“Our ancestor’s godly title is Angel…”
“And that white-haired old man’s title…”
“…is Order.”