Tang Muzhi was indeed worried.
Qian Daoliu—the High Priest capable of invoking the Angel God's divine power—might discover his true identity, or the fact that he had taken over Qian Renxue's body.
But he had no choice.
He had to go.
With his current identity, avoiding the Hall of Worship would only make things worse—it would practically be an admission that something was wrong, drawing even more suspicion.
Not only did he have to go—
He had to go willingly.
Confidently.
Calmly.
He had to act like a true heir of the Angel God.
At the very least, he couldn't let any flaws show on the surface.
As for the matter of their "inner swap"—
If Qian Daoliu truly discovered it…
Tang Muzhi still had a few tricks up his sleeve.
He could invoke the name of the Angel God.
After all—
The Angel God was, for all intents and purposes… gone.
In the original timeline, every deity that left behind divine inheritances in the Douluo Continent had interfered with the mortal world to some extent, disregarding the rules of the God Realm.
The Asura God and the Sea God personally intervened.
The Food God and the Nine-Colored Goddess secretly revived Tang San.
Even the Rakshasa God actively guided Bibi Dong toward corruption.
Only the Angel God—
Was like a silent observer.
Either strictly abiding by the laws of the God Realm and never interfering…
Or simply no longer existing.
Gone long ago.
Leaving behind nothing but the angelic inheritance.
And now—
He was the Angel God's heir.
If the god remained silent, then the authority to interpret its will naturally fell to him.
With his knowledge of both the Douluo Continent and the God Realm, bluffing Qian Daoliu would not be difficult.
If necessary, he could even claim to be Qian Renxue's "dark personality."
After all, during the Angel God's Nine Trials, such a dark persona would indeed manifest.
If the truth was exposed—
He had an explanation ready.
But if it wasn't…
Heh.
Then there was nothing more to say.
He was the legitimate heir of the Angel God.
When the Angel God could still issue divine oracles, being called "Little Qian Renxue" was acceptable.
But now—
When no oracle could descend—
What should they call him?
Lord Angel God.
Did they understand the Angel God?
Or did he?
The right to interpret the Angel God—
Belonged to him.
When the time came, he would have to properly "guide" his grandfather, Qian Daoliu.
That personality of his…
Tsk.
Put nicely, he was a gentleman.
Put bluntly, he was rigid and overly dogmatic.
As the current peak combat power of Spirit Hall, Tang Muzhi couldn't allow Qian Daoliu to remain so constrained.
—
He stepped into the Hall of Worship.
It wasn't overly luxurious—
But it was solemn, magnificent, and grand.
At the center stood the angel statue—
Holy, beautiful, and elegant.
"Grandfather."
Tang Muzhi slightly restrained his earlier arrogant stride and greeted him respectfully.
This fit Qian Renxue's persona perfectly—
A genius chosen as the Angel God's heir at a young age would naturally possess a certain degree of pride.
Qian Daoliu did not mind in the slightest.
After all, innate level 20 spirit power and being chosen as the Angel God's heir were both things worthy of pride.
Combined in one person—
Some arrogance was only natural.
"Xue'er."
Qian Daoliu smiled gently.
"Grandfather has already prepared two century-level spirit beasts suitable for you."
"Come."
"Let's attach your first and second spirit rings."
Tang Muzhi did not respond immediately.
Instead, he stepped forward and gently grasped the corner of Qian Daoliu's robe.
Beneath long lashes, his eyes sparkled.
"Hmm?" Qian Daoliu crouched down, his expression soft yet attentive. "What is it?"
Internally, Tang Muzhi was thinking—
I've already acted this differently… and he still didn't notice.
Looks like he really won't.
He silently apologized.
Sorry, Senior Qian Daoliu.
Looks like I'll have to "teach" you properly.
All of this passed in an instant.
On the surface, his expression shifted from hesitation to resolve.
"Grandfather."
"I had a dream."
"In it, an angel bathed in holy light taught me many things."
"Among them… was knowledge about spirit ring absorption."
"It said that for spirit rings below ten thousand years, the limit depends on physical strength."
"For those above ten thousand years, both physical strength and mental power are required."
"In other words—"
"As long as my body is strong enough, my first and second spirit rings can absorb thousand-year-level rings."
"…Oh?"
Qian Daoliu was visibly surprised.
But not because of absorbing rings beyond one's rank.
Rather—
"An angel… in your dream?"
He grabbed Tang Muzhi's shoulders, excitement flashing in his eyes.
"Did it resemble our Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul?"
"Was it the divine ancestor guiding you through a dream?!"
Tang Muzhi deliberately acted confused.
His expression practically said—
Grandfather, how would I know?
Qian Daoliu immediately filled in the gaps himself.
Qian Renxue was the Angel God's chosen heir.
It was entirely reasonable that the divine ancestor would guide her through dreams.
Without hesitation, he turned and knelt devoutly before the angel statue.
Hands clasped together, he prayed:
"Divine ancestor."
"I beg you to bless your successor and ensure her safety while absorbing spirit rings beyond her rank."
It was both a prayer—
And a test.
After a long moment of silent devotion, Qian Daoliu finally stood.
"Xue'er."
"Did the dream mention any methods to strengthen the body?"
This time, Tang Muzhi did not answer immediately.
Instead, he asked:
"Grandfather."
"You pray to the divine ancestor every day…"
"How does the divine ancestor respond?"
He needed to be sure.
What if the Angel God was still "watching"?
What if it detected something wrong and used Qian Daoliu to verify him?
He hadn't mentioned the strengthening method earlier precisely to test this.
Hearing the question, Qian Daoliu's gaze turned firm.
"Never."
"No response."
"But no response… is the best response."
"It means the divine ancestor does not object."
"Xue'er, you are still young. You do not yet understand the greatness of gods."
"They are near-omnipotent beings—even capable of reversing life and death."
"If they disapproved, a single thought would cause anomalies in the heavens and earth."
"The divine ancestor hears the prayers of its bloodline believers."
Every High Priest held absolute faith in their deity.
Without such faith—
How could they willingly sacrifice themselves to initiate divine trials for a successor?
Tang Muzhi: "…"
He was speechless.
So this was how communication worked?
"No reply means approval."
That was just…
Ridiculous.
And yet—
Perfect.
Compared to Qian Daoliu's blind interpretation, his own authority as the Angel God's heir was far more convincing.
Isn't that right…
Senior Qian Daoliu?
From this moment onward—
The right to interpret the Angel God…
Is mine.