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Ye Tianhun merely raised a finger slightly, and a faint black ripple instantly blocked Qian Daoliu's escape route.
"Impossible!"
Qian Daoliu cried out in despair. Encountering one god lying in wait to ambush the Spirit Hall was already outrageous enough—now there were two? What had the Spirit Hall done to provoke not one but two divine beings?
But even in the depths of despair, humanity's resilience shines through in desperate counterattacks.
At this moment, Qian Daoliu redirected the last remnants of divine power bestowed upon him by the Angel God, unleashing his soul skills with all his might in an attempt to break through the barrier before him.
But this effort was destined to be futile.
Ye Tianhun flicked his finger again, and in an instant, Qian Daoliu was suppressed and pinned to the ground. However, Ye Tianhun did not lay a hand on Qian Renxue, leaving her standing there in confusion.
At this moment, Ye Tianhun let out a soft sigh. "Mother, it's quite unacceptable for you to falter against mere Title Douluos. If Father regains his memories, I think he might mock you alongside that woman."
Bibi Dong chuckled awkwardly. She couldn't help herself—Ye Wen appeared far too enticing to her at the moment, clouding most of her judgment.
Moreover, asking a God King to suppress their power just enough to subdue a group of Title Douluos without killing them was no less difficult than having an elephant tread lightly enough to avoid crushing an ant.
Bibi Dong gave a small cough to ease her embarrassment, then sealed the soul power of the elders present. Afterward, she said, "Thank you, Hun'er. My condition hasn't been great lately, so I'll leave the rest to you. Try to get them to cooperate with us as much as possible without affecting your father. As for me, I'll go have a little chat with my other self."
With that, Bibi Dong fled the Pope's Hall as if escaping.
Ye Tianhun said nothing further, instead calmly surveying the elders whose soul power had been sealed, rendering them no different from ordinary people.
"Gentlemen, can we talk?"
Though Ye Tianhun had suppressed 99.99% of his power, his slender figure now appeared no less than divine in the eyes of the elders present.
The elders remained silent, their gazes shifting to their eldest brother. Though they had long served the Angel God in the Worship Hall, only Qian Daoliu had ever truly interacted with a deity.
It was akin to the Holy Pillars of the Sea God Island—they were mere tools. Only Bo Saixi had ever been qualified to communicate directly with the Sea God.
Although Qian Daoliu had spent years within the Worship Hall, he was no fool. With nearly two centuries of life experience, he quickly analyzed the situation.
The opposing god clearly had no intention of killing them, which meant there was still room for negotiation.
Qian Daoliu rose unsteadily to his feet and bowed respectfully.
"Forgive me, Divine Lord. This body has already pledged its faith to the Angel God, so I cannot offer you the reverence of a believer. Please understand."
Seeing that Ye Tianhun had no intention of responding, Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth and continued.
"May I ask what brings the two esteemed deities to our Spirit Hall today? Whatever it is, if it lies within our ability, we will ensure it is done to your satisfaction."
Ye Tianhun remained silent, adding an eerie tension to the already quiet hall, making the elders' hearts race with unease.
Just as the group of elderly elders felt their hearts might burst from the suspense, Ye Tianhun slowly raised his right hand, pulling back his hood to reveal short, golden hair that shimmered like golden silk.
Yet, compared to the stunning brilliance of his hair, Ye Tianhun's simple black eyes evoked the sensation of staring into an abyss.
Almost instinctively, the elders—including Qian Daoliu—knelt down.
A shared thought arose deep within their minds: 'The sacred cannot be gazed upon directly.'
At this moment, Ye Tianhun spoke calmly. "My name is Ye Tianhun, the legitimate son of the one you just saw. To satisfy your curiosity, I am the God of Death. As for my cultivation level, using your terms, I am approximately equivalent to level 146.
I believe you now fully comprehend the gap between us."
The elders swallowed hard, their faces pale with shock.
Level 146—in a realm where every level beyond 95 required centuries of cultivation, this represented a leap of dozens of levels. If he wasn't lying, this sheer disparity alone was enough to make the elders feel utterly hopeless.
Surprisingly, however, Qian Renxue remained unaffected throughout. Her expression was complex as she gazed at him, and she finally spoke softly.
"I can see that you are not interested in beauty, so may I ask why you suppressed my grandfather and the others but spared me?
Moreover, I sense a familiar warmth from you. Can you tell me why?"
At this point, the elders realized that Qian Renxue stood calmly before Ye Tianhun, seemingly unaffected.
Keep in mind that they had been forced to kneel under the weight of his invisible divine aura. What was going on with Qian Renxue?
And remember, she hadn't even begun the Angel God's trials yet!
Ye Tianhun had encountered many versions of "Qian Renxue" across different worlds. Though they were unrelated, the tragic fates of these versions always made him, as her younger brother, sigh in pity. Every time he visited another Douluo world to gather resources, he would unconsciously look out for that world's "Qian Renxue."
Now, with the night stretching endlessly before him, even a hundred years without sleep or rest was trivial for a God King like him. Thus, Ye Tianhun decided to take his time explaining.
"In truth, I did not suppress your grandfather. They simply knelt because my divine presence overwhelmed them. As lower beings, their instincts compelled them to submit when faced with my divinity.
As for why you were unaffected, you should ask yourself."
Qian Renxue wore a bewildered expression. She was just an ordinary girl who had gone undercover as the Crown Prince of the Tian Dou Empire since the age of ten. What special ability did she possess to stand before a god without bowing?
At this moment, Ye Tianhun chuckled softly. He conjured a chair behind him, sat down with one leg crossed over the other, and though his actions seemed casual and arrogant, surprisingly, everyone present felt an overwhelming sense of reverence, as if his every move was worthy of worship.
"I almost forgot—you haven't fully inherited the Angel God's position yet, so you cannot fully understand your true form.
Allow me to enlighten you. You are the reincarnation of a fragment of the fallen Angel God's soul from the divine realm. Thus, your true essence contains a trace of the Angel God's divinity.
That is why, even in my current state of restrained divine aura, you do not instinctively submit to me."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue still looked confused. Concepts like "true essence" were foreign to her in this era, where methods for cultivating the soul were scarce. She had no idea what he was talking about.
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