The barrage of comments exploded once again, sparking an unprecedented frenzy.
“A two-hundred-thousand-year limit!
Adding two hundred thousand years of cultivation, this is insane!” “My God, those are the bones of the Sea God!
The Sea God is still alive and well!” “This is too exciting!
Is Tianmu taking the Sea God’s bones right in front of us as a reward?” “Haha, now the Sea God can only obediently accept it.
Who told him to be afraid to show himself and save people before!” Soul Masters across the continent were happily making sarcastic remarks, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.
They found the Sky Inventory to be absolutely terrifying.
They even dare to distribute things belonging to the gods at will.
However, on Poseidon Island, the scene is quite different.
In front of Poseidon Temple.
Poseidon’s face turned ashen, and the scepter of the sea god in his hand clattered to the ground.
“The skeleton of the sea god…” Seahorse Douluo covered his mouth in horror, his legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground.
The other guardians of the sacred pillars around them were also dumbfounded.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, their breathing becoming rapid.
To offer the divine bones of the Sea God as a reward is an utter humiliation!
Poseidon’s chest heaved violently, and a fierce rage flashed in his eyes.
But she quickly suppressed her anger.
The sky represents the supreme Heavenly Dao of Douluo Continent.
Even the high and mighty Sea God could only stare helplessly at the sky.
Even the gods can only endure it, let alone these servants of the sea god.
The entire Poseidon Island was extremely frustrated.
They could only swallow their anger and resentment, unable to speak out.
Inside the Papal Palace in Wuhun City.
Bibidon leaned lazily against the wide papal throne.
She wore a magnificent purple robe with a very high slit in the skirt.
A pair of long, slender legs encased in black stockings were crossed, their fair skin faintly visible.
The perfect curves exude a fatal allure.
She already knew about Qian Renxue’s return to Wuhun City.
But that was not within her concern.
Bibi Dong’s beautiful eyes remained fixed on the sky in mid-air.
Upon seeing the reward of the sea god’s torso bones, she sat bolt upright.
“To bestow divine bones, yet to forcibly strip them away while ignoring the existence of gods…” Bibi Dong took a deep breath.
His slender fingers gripped the armrests of the seat tightly.
The power of the being behind this celestial curtain far surpasses that of the so-called gods!
A huge ambition was growing wildly in her heart.
If we could figure out the rules of this celestial canopy, we could obtain power beyond that of the gods.
The entire Douluo Continent will grovel at the feet of the Spirit Hall.
In the square outside the Temple of Angels.
Qian Renxue, dressed in a white dress, stood quietly at the bottom of the steps.
She looked up at the golden characters on the sky, her golden eyes filled with awe.
“Two hundred thousand years of cultivation, plus the reward of divine bones.” “The scale of this canopy is simply too grand.” She sighed softly, her awe of the sky deepening.
However, there are more important things waiting for her to confirm right now.
Qian Renxue withdrew her gaze, her eyes becoming incredibly resolute.
She lifted her skirt and took a step.
Following the long steps, she resolutely stepped into the solemn and majestic Temple of Angels.
The Temple of Angels was spacious and sacred.
The soft sound of footsteps echoed on the white marble slabs.
Qian Renxue walked along the towering white marble pillars until she stopped in front of a series of mottled and ancient murals.
A soft, golden light enveloped the area, making the patterns on the murals extremely clear.
She raised her beautiful eyes and her gaze fell on the mural at the very front.
The scroll depicts the legendary angel god.
She was a woman of unparalleled beauty, with a full and slender figure.
Her fair legs were faintly visible under the golden divine feathers, and her waist was slender.
She exuded an aura of nobility and extreme allure.
Even a single painting left Qian Renxue, who was also a woman, somewhat stunned.
She was somewhat lost in thought, and followed her gaze to the next painting.
This painting depicts the ancestor of the Qian family, Qianrenhan.
The woman in the painting has a pair of enormous seraph wings, and her appearance is exquisitely beautiful, so sacred that no one dares to harbor the slightest thought of blasphemy.
However, when Qian Renxue’s gaze fell on the figure beside Qian Renhan, she was struck dumb, frozen in place.
It was a man wearing a rainbow-colored robe.
The man stood with one hand behind his back, his expression calm, a faint smile playing on his lips.
That face, that otherworldly aura.
He looks exactly like Long Yun!
Qian Renxue’s red lips parted slightly, and she couldn’t help but gasp.
She even rubbed her eyes, staring at the ancient portrait that had been sealed away for countless millennia.
“This…how is this possible?” “He’s actually the husband of the Qian family’s patriarch?” Qian Renxue’s mind went blank, and she felt unsteady on her feet.
The man she had always admired and even harbored deep feelings for was actually the oldest ancestor of her Qian family.
Thinking of this, Qian Renxue’s tense expression immediately collapsed, and she began to lose her composure.
What’s this?
Then wouldn’t her little schemes towards Long Yun be considered blasphemous?
“No, I must ask him directly next time I see him.” Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, her clear eyes filled with entanglement and embarrassment, then hurriedly turned around and walked out of the Angel Temple.
Shortly after she left.
The faint glow emanating from the once-silent angel statue suddenly trembled slightly.
An ancient and powerful consciousness quietly awakened deep within the temple.
The faint lingering energy in the temple caused this consciousness to tremble violently.
“This aura…” “It’s my husband!” “My husband…you really didn’t abandon me, you’re still alive!” The murmured voice echoed in the empty temple, but no one could hear it.
Meanwhile, in the pavilion on the other side of the Spirit Hall.
The Grand Elder, Sendo Ryu, stood with his hands behind his back, looking solemnly at the sky.
“Two hundred thousand years of cultivation, plus a whole piece of the torso bone of a god-level sea god.” “The gifts from the heavens have surpassed the limits of humankind.” Qian Daoliu sighed softly, his eyes filled with worry for the future.
The Qian family’s ancestral precept has always been to take maintaining the balance of power among the various forces on the Douluo Continent as its mission.
The sudden surge in the strength of these soul beasts in the deep mountains, forests, and even the deep sea is an unpredictable disaster for the entire human world.
But before he could think any further…
Buzz— A dazzling golden beam of light suddenly erupted from the direction of the Angel Temple.
Qian Daoliu was startled and immediately turned around, kneeling down without hesitation.
“Welcome to the divine deity, the Archangel!” The next moment, a voice filled with supreme authority yet also with urgency exploded in his mind.
“Qian Daoliu, immediately send people to find the being in the painting.” “My husband has appeared in the world.” “Once we find him, we must not show him the slightest disrespect.
Even if it costs us all the resources of the Spirit Hall, we must honor him as the only true god in the world!”