Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor-Chapter 251: Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor []

The army of the Spirit Hall quickly retreated to Spirit City. At this moment, the spies from the two great empires and various major sects near Spirit Hall sent their reports back to their respective forces.

Given the speed of events on the Douluo Continent, it would take two or three days for the news to reach their ears, and it would likely take about a month for the information to spread widely. For now, such concerns could be set aside.

Qian Daoliu stepped forward to pacify the soul masters of Spirit Hall, handled the casualties, and piled the corpses of the 100,000-year soul beasts and 10,000-year soul beasts in front of the Angel God statue within Spirit City. He then activated the power of the Angelic Sacred Sword, using it as a guard to prevent anyone from stealing the soul bones.

Although Bibi Dong tried her best to put on a kind and gentle demeanor to win over the hearts of the people, she was still far inferior to Qian Daoliu in this regard.

Qian Daoliu's power surpassed Bibi Dong's, his seniority was higher, his martial soul was more deeply revered, and his genuine kindness was far more sincere and warm than Bibi Dong's feigned gentleness. Moreover, his confrontation and battle against Di Tian had won over the hearts of countless soul masters.

The faction that Bibi Dong had painstakingly built over many years within Spirit Hall saw more than half of its member's defect to Qian Daoliu, once again pledging their loyalty to this former Supreme Pontiff. Even among those who remained, many began to waver.

Throughout Spirit City, many of the lower-ranked soul masters chanted Qian Daoliu's name, praising him as if he were a god.

Qian Daoliu's strength had not improved for a long time, and he had even given up on the idea of further enhancing his power. However, fueled by the reverence and faith of the people, Qian Daoliu, who had just fought a major battle, felt his depleted energy not only recovering rapidly but also faintly increasing in capacity.

This was an innate power of the Seraphim Martial Soul—directly absorbing faith to strengthen oneself. After the Angel God's transformation, this ability of the Seraphim was even stronger than the Angel God's before ascending to godhood.

Although Qian Daoliu remained at the demigod level in terms of realm, his actual combat power had increased by nearly 10%.

This was achieved solely by the soul masters in Spirit City chanting his name. While there were many high-level soul masters, they were not numerous overall. If the entire Douluo Continent were to sing his praises, Qian Daoliu believed he might be able to break through the limits of the demigod realm and touch the divine.

Initially, Bibi Dong had intended to drive Qian Daoliu back to the Worship Hall. However, sensing Qian Daoliu's aura that had grown stronger after the battle, the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall retreated to her secret chamber under the pretext of tending to her injuries, venting her frustration and fury over her helplessness.

Leaving Spirit Hall's two elders, Azure Luana Douluo and Jiang Lon, along with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, as well as a group of spiritual and spatial soul masters, to guard the corpses of the 100,000-year soul beasts beside the Angelic Sacred Sword, Qian Daoliu returned to the Worship Hall with Chen Ming and Golden Crocodile Douluo, temporarily halting Chen Ming's healing process.

Within the Worship Hall, the Angel God statue, which had been dormant for a long time, began to glow faintly due to the accumulated faith. However, as Qian Daoliu gazed at the statue, his expression grew increasingly complicated.

It had been a long time since anyone had witnessed the Angel God's divine consciousness descending upon the Douluo Continent, and even longer since a high priest of the demigod realm had fully activated the Angelic Sacred Sword.

Logically, as the Angel God's divine weapon, fully activating the weapon should have allowed Qian Daoliu to sense the Angel God's divine consciousness and thoughts, and even directly receive divine intervention during battle.

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Yet, during the recent battle, no matter how Qian Daoliu tried to sense or pray, he still received no response from the Angel God. The divine power still existed, the divine position still hung high, and the holy flame burned brightly, but the throne was empty—there was no sign of the god.

This was not a matter of the Angel God refusing to respond; rather, Qian Daoliu felt he could no longer sense the Angel God's existence at all. Initially, he had merely called out, but later, driven by inner fear, he even attempted to assault the Angel God's divine position.

This was an act of great disrespect, an unforgivable offense. Qian Daoliu had prepared himself to face divine punishment, but in the end, nothing happened. There was no response, no punishment as if nothing had occurred.

This was more terrifying than if divine punishment had descended upon him.

As a descendant and high priest of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu knew he should not entertain such blasphemous thoughts. Yet, he could not help but develop a bold and unsettling idea: the Angel God might have met with misfortune.

He did not voice this thought aloud; it remained a thorn deeply embedded in his heart, sending chills through his body whenever he recalled it.

This time, Qian Daoliu questioned Chen Ming not only to learn what he had experienced but also to ask if Chen Ming knew anything about the state of the Divine Realm or the fate of the Angel God.

Under the Angel God statue, Chen Ming and Golden Crocodile Douluo took turns recounting the events. They had been hunting soul beasts when they encountered a wandering Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear. Shortly after defeating it, two fierce beasts attacked them.

Golden Crocodile Douluo struggled to explain further, but Chen Ming stepped in, explaining that he had used the Sword of Judgment Across the Three Realms, which caught the attention of the gods.

Chen Ming elaborated on the principles behind this skill, discussing the interplay of opposites and unity, and the key points of using the Sword of Judgment Across the Three Realms.

While Golden Crocodile Douluo did not fully understand and simply thought it sounded impressive, Qian Daoliu immediately grasped the significance. This was an extraordinarily powerful divine skill, even superior to the angelic lineage's inheritance.

Chen Ming spoke of encountering the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life, receiving the two gods' seven trials, and absorbing the soul ring of the Myriad Demon King. He mentioned that the God of Destruction would explore whether he could have Lou Gao connect with the God of Forging to inherit a divine position. He also expressed his wish for the God of Destruction to contact the God of War to see if Golden Crocodile Douluo could inherit the God of War's divine position.

Golden Crocodile Douluo grew excited upon hearing this, while Qian Daoliu finally voiced the question that had been haunting him.

"Is the Angel God truly still in the Divine Realm?" Qian Daoliu asked Chen Ming, with a mixture of hope and unease.

"I'm not sure, but I feel it's highly likely that the Angel God is no longer in the Divine Realm. However, I can confirm that the Rakshasa God has indeed fallen," Chen Ming replied cautiously, refraining from outright stating that the Angel God had met misfortune. Instead, he connected part of his spiritual power to Qian Daoliu and shared some information.

Child of Rebellion, Child of the Plane, Child of Destiny

When Qian Daoliu reopened his eyes, they were filled with emptiness.

Aside from his own identity as an outsider, Chen Ming had shared nearly all his knowledge with Qian Daoliu. Faced with these revelations, Qian Daoliu could not even muster anger; he was left with only confusion.

Wasn't the Asura God supposed to be the God of Judgement? Why would he weave such conspiracies?

As the inheritor of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu had never imagined that gods, who were supposed to be lofty and pure, would scheme against mortals from the Douluo World, nor had he ever thought that the Divine Realm could be as rife with intrigue and treachery as the mortal world.

Though a demigod himself, Qian Daoliu could only look at Chen Ming, bewildered, and ask what he should do in the face of these secrets involving the Divine Kings, gods, and the world's consciousness.