He turned and found Brigitte, asking anxiously, "Aunt Brigitte, when will Gu Yuena wake up?"
Brigitte looked troubled, gently shaking her head, and said, "I can't be sure either. She was really badly injured last time.
Her old wounds hadn't healed, and this new injury combined with her old ailment means she'll need more time and a better opportunity to recover."
Qian Renshang frowned, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Isn't there any way to wake her up sooner?"
Brigitte sighed, comforting him, "Qian Renshang, don't be too anxious. I will do my best to help her recover.
It just takes some patience."
Qian Renshang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Aunt Brigitte.
I will definitely become a god as soon as possible and find a way to wake her up."
Qian Renshang quietly looked at Gu Yuena, his gaze filled with deep affection and longing.
In fact, he had many things to say to Gu Yuena—the unspoken love, the perseverance and indomitable spirit in battle, and the beautiful dreams for the future.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to speak, yet didn't know where to begin.
Finally, all his words turned into a helpless and heavy sigh.
"Nana, how I wish I could stay by your side like this, tell you everything,"
Qian Renshang murmured softly, his voice filled with endless tenderness and sorrow.
But he knew he had no time; every second he lingered could plunge them into even greater danger.
He slowly stood up, his gaze becoming firm and resolute. He knew that what mattered most to him now was becoming a god.
Only by becoming a god could he fight against Bibi Dong and protect everything he cherished.
"Wait for me, Nana. When I have enough power, I will banish all suffering from us."
Qian Renshang took one last deep look at Gu Yuena, then turned and left the tree hollow with determined steps.
The sunlight outside shone on him, but it couldn't warm his heavy heart.
He looked up at the sky, his conviction growing stronger.
The path to godhood, no matter how difficult, he would walk it without hesitation.
Inside the magnificent main hall of the Spirit Hall, the golden glazed tiles reflected a cool light, and the torches burning on the walls crackled.
The solemn atmosphere was suddenly shattered by a flustered appearance.
Bibi Dong flashed into the hall, staggering slightly.
Her magnificent robe, a symbol of supreme power and divine majesty, was now riddled with holes, a few tattered pieces fluttering helplessly in the wind.
Traces of battle remained at the hem, strands of black divine power intertwined and twisted with golden threads, as if recounting the fierce clash that had just taken place.
Her long hair, no longer neatly tied back as before, was now disheveled, a few strands of silver clinging to her sweat-dampened cheeks, making her appear utterly wretched.
Her usually noble, aloof, and awe-inspiring face was now filled with exhaustion and rage, her eyes burning with a furious rage that seemed capable of incinerating the entire world.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, who had been respectfully discussing matters in the hall, turned at the commotion and froze in shock.
The chrysanthemum that Chrysanthemum Douluo had been toying with fell to the ground with a "thud."
His eyes widened, almost bursting out of their sockets, his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, and his mouth gaped open as if it could fit an egg, his face filled with disbelief.
"Your Holiness, what is this...?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo finally managed to find his voice, but it trembled like a withered leaf in the autumn wind, carrying undisguised fear and panic.
(End of Chapter)
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