Chapter 15: The Angel God Qian Hanyu
Blue Silver Forest.
"My Lady, you've just endured your hundred-thousand-year heavenly tribulation. The next one, the two-hundred-thousand-year tribulation, is still ages away. Why choose now to take human form and start anew?" the Blue Silver King asked, puzzled.
A Yin, the Blue Silver Emperor, naturally couldn't confess that she simply felt the sudden urge to experience the mortal world—to live a life of beauty, perhaps even… romance. How could she admit, as ruler of her kind, that she wished to leave her people behind to pursue such whimsy? Her expression turned solemn. "I chose to take human form," she declared, "to seek a path forward for our Blue Silver royal lineage. I heard a voice in the void—it told me that if I abandon my beast body and cultivate as a human, our kind will one day, in decades to come, give birth to a god."
"But, my Lady," the Blue Silver King said anxiously, "the human world is full of powerful soul masters. What if you meet a Titled Douluo who covets your spirit ring or bone? What will you do?"
"It matters not," A Yin replied. "I will train in solitude, far from cities or sects."
And so, after reassuring her people, the Blue Silver Queen left the forest, beginning her fateful journey—one that would, unbeknownst to her, shape generations to come.
Divine Realm, Eternal Temple.
Huo Yuhao raised his hand, summoning another of his ultimate divine artifacts: the Eternal Narrative.
The Eye of Eternity had once been the Eye of Destiny, and likewise, the Eternal Narrative was once the Book of Fate. In matters of destiny, even the Asura God was but an amateur compared to Huo Yuhao.
Opening the tome, its blank pages began to fill with shifting words and images—depicting the threads of fate of A Yin and the two Clear Sky brothers, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao. Within the eye of fate, their paths had once been distinct, never crossing. Yet with the Asura God's interference, the lines were drawing closer—and Huo Yuhao noticed that Tang Hao's line drew nearest to A Yin's.
The "assistant director" of fate had done his part, crafting the script and assigning the actors. But the "chief director" was far from satisfied. Huo Yuhao skimmed the outline and frowned.
"This plot is too banal," he muttered. "Too smooth. No tension, no complexity."
So, while keeping the broad strokes intact, Huo Yuhao began making adjustments—grandeur laced with chaos, beauty tainted by tragedy, peace shattered by irony. With each change, the threads of fate trembled and converged into new possibilities.
At last, he closed the Eternal Narrative.
Angel Temple.
It was Qian Renxue's first time stepping into the divine sanctuary of the angels, and it far surpassed the splendor of the one she had once worshipped in at Spirit Hall.
After presenting the letter of introduction from the Eternal God, she was permitted entry—and at last stood before her divine ancestor: Qian Hanyu, the original Angel God.
"Qian Renxue pays respect to the God Ancestor," she said, bowing deeply.
"You are my descendant," Qian Hanyu said from her golden throne, studying her closely. "I sense my blood within you. And yet… the Angel God position was founded by me, the first Seraphim Deity. I never passed on my divinity—so how is it that you carry the power of an Angel God? You once bore my mantle, didn't you?"
Her sharp eyes flickered. "And why has your divine aura inverted from pure light to fallen darkness?"
"God Ancestor, please dismiss your attendants," Qian Renxue said softly. "There is much I must explain—privately."
At her request, Qian Hanyu waved a hand. Her priests withdrew, and a veil of divine isolation enveloped the chamber, sealing all sound and thought.
"Now speak," she said.
Thus, Qian Renxue recounted everything—from her mortal life to her fall, from Tang San's deceit to her resurrection by Huo Yuhao.
She held nothing back. Huo Yuhao himself had no reason to hide the truth from the original Angel God; their goals, after all, were not misaligned.
When she finished, Qian Hanyu sat silent for a long moment, then let out a cold, incredulous laugh.
"So it was that lecherous old Sea God who schemed my demise—and even stole fragments of my authority?" For a moment she seemed to doubt it. "Impossible! He's only a second‑rank god! How could such filth strike down me?"
But as Qian Renxue continued, the older deity's disbelief turned to white‑hot fury. "If he had reached the peak of first‑rank power… yes, then it could have happened."
Her eyes hardened further as Qian Renxue spoke of what came after—the decay of the Angel lineage, the manipulation of the divine succession, and the way Poseidon bound the trials to Tang San's fate. When Qian Renxue told how the Sea God had twisted her divine assessments, forcing her to love Tang San and to hesitate in their final battle, Qian Hanyu's knuckles whitened in rage.
"And then… the Asura God," Qian Renxue added bitterly, "stepped in to resurrect Tang San, letting him combine two divine thrones while crushing my divine legacy completely."
Qian Hanyu's fist struck the armrest, divine light flaring around her. "That damned Sea God! That shameless Asura! How dare they disgrace me—and torment my descendants!"
After a moment, her anger receded, replaced by calm steel. She looked at Qian Renxue with gentleness tinged by sorrow. "You have suffered much, child. Continue."
Qian Renxue nodded, telling of her long exile—how her soul had been bound to her broken godhood, adrift through the currents of time, witnessing the rise and fall of countless ages.
When she finished, Qian Hanyu sneered, disdain thick in her voice. "So those were the prodigies chosen by the so‑called Sea God and Asura God? Nothing but selfish, treacherous fools."
She then spoke of her own rise to godhood. "I ascended through faith, not arrogance. The people of the continent believed in me because they needed me. In my time, the Evil Soul Masters had plunged the world into chaos—they butchered nations, bred humans like livestock, reveling in blood and terror. And it was I, wielding the Angel's pure light, who purged that darkness and brought salvation. The Spirit Hall I founded stood as Ah Sanctuary for all mankind. That faith forged my divinity."
Her eyes darkened. "But perhaps I was too thorough. The Angel's bloodline suppresses all things wicked, and in annihilating the Evil Soul Masters, I erased their presence completely. With no evil left to fight and the blessings of Spirit Hall taken for granted, humanity forgot who had saved them. The nobles turned against us. They spat on our legacy—and when the tide rose, they crushed the Spirit Hall my hands had built."
Her lips twisted into a cold smile. "And Tang San—oh, he learned well from my downfall. He allowed evil to exist, to fester, nurturing it in secret like a pet serpent. When the people suffered, his disciples of Shrek swooped in as saviors bathed in the Sea God's light. The people wept with gratitude, never questioning who had let their world burn in the first place."
"A slap of the whip, then a bite of the carrot," she said bitterly. "Cycle that for ten thousand years—and his damned faith will never die."
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