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"Dear, does a race like angels really exist?" Qian Xue asked earnestly.
Although the Six-Winged Angel martial soul was considered a divine-level martial soul on the Douluo Continent, its essence was no different from beast-type martial souls—it was derived from the lifeblood of a certain creature as a template.
Seeing Ye Wen nod gently, Qian Xue revealed an expression that seemed to say, "I knew it."
"Can you tell me more about it?"
Qian Xue asked curiously.
Whether in her past life or this one, she had served as the Angel God of this god realm but knew nothing about the origins of angels. To be honest, Qian Xue felt a bit embarrassed.
"I've only heard rumors, so you'll have to judge their authenticity yourself," Ye Wen began.
"In the distant depths of the universe, there exists another god realm. The deity ruling that realm, like the Dragon God of our realm, possessed a creation divine core and was the creator of that god realm.
However, unlike the diverse pantheon we have here, under that deity's rule, there was only one type of god—the Angel God.
Actually, that's not entirely accurate.
To put it simply, it was an entire race—the Angel Race. This race was created by that deity to serve Him, fight for Him, and handle all His affairs.
Naturally, the divine authorities of the gods born from the Angel Race revolved around this creator deity."
At this point, Ye Wen cast a deep glance at Qian Xue, who appeared lost in thought, and continued.
"The ancient history of that god realm is unverifiable.
But there's no doubt that the Dragon God, who once ruled this god realm, waged countless wars against other planets.
Perhaps during these conquests, the Dragon God encountered a god from the Angel Race, or maybe He intercepted the remains of an Angel as a trophy during some unknown spatial turbulence.
But after the Dragon God's downfall, the bloodline of the angels ended up on Douluo Star, becoming part of the martial soul system.
So, Qian Xue, do you understand what your path forward should be?"
Qian Xue sat silently in her chair, saying nothing. Clearly, Ye Wen's words had deeply shaken her.
Angels, who were supposed to be exalted beings, turned out to be merely a race created by a creator deity—His messengers, servants, slaves, guards, subordinates…
Accustomed to the lofty status represented by the Angel God, this immense disparity left Qian Xue feeling profoundly disheartened.
Angels, the messengers of heaven.
What was this "heaven"? Naturally, it referred to that creator deity.
As Qian Xue sat in a daze, a warm hand gently stroked her soft, long hair.
"What are you fretting over? Angels are angels, and you are you.
And have you forgotten the essence of a soul master's cultivation? It's all about seizing power.
You're not an angel from that creator deity's domain—you're a human soul master, the Angel God of humanity—Qian Xue."
Ye Wen's words were like a gentle breeze, bringing clarity back to the previously bewildered Qian Xue.
Qian Xue gently embraced Ye Wen, saying nothing yet conveying everything. Both of them were savoring each other's presence.
After a long while, Ye Wen softly spoke.
"Qian Qian, Xue Xue.
Would you both be willing to become my angels?"
Qian Xue's delicate body trembled slightly, but she slowly nodded.
"If the destiny of angels is to serve their creator deity, then you are my god."
Qian Xue raised her head slightly, her golden eyes filled with determination as they locked onto Ye Wen's gaze.
At this moment, their eyes saw only each other.
The shackles that had long bound Qian Xue shattered in an instant, and the seemingly unreachable God King realm now appeared to open its gates.
Ye Wen also sensed the change in Qian Xue, a gentle smile lingering on his lips.
"Go ahead."
"Mm~"
Time flowed on—
Three thousand years had passed since the Creator God Ye Wen returned to the god realm.
During these long three millennia, Douluo Star underwent countless monumental changes.
Global unification, leaps in spirit-guiding civilization, a flourishing diversity of soul masters, the disappearance of barriers between ten-thousand-year spirit beasts and humans—these transformations could not be summarized in just a few words.
The former Douluo Continent, now known as the Holy Spirit Continent, housed the supreme hall of the Holy Spirit Empire—the Holy Spirit Council.
Even after three thousand years, the statues of the three gods who ascended to the upper realm remained pristine, as if only a day had passed.
Today, not only were the usual council members present, but many of the individuals who had broken through to godhood were also in attendance.
These god-level experts weren't mere watered-down gods relying on five-word or six-word divine armor to achieve divine official status—they were all genuine gods who had broken through to the divine official realm.
Yet today, none of these powerful figures displayed their usual arrogance. There was no idle chatter; all were solemnly gathered in the sacred hall of the Holy Spirit Council.
Suddenly—
The statue of Ye Wen, representing the Vast Sea God, emitted a soft golden light.
In the blink of an eye, the golden light gradually coalesced into the figure of a man.
The figure was tall and upright, though not overly muscular, giving off the impression of a kind and approachable gentleman.
"It's been a millennium. How have you all been?" A gentle voice echoed through the council chamber.
The elderly individuals standing at the forefront among the god-level experts couldn't help but tear up.
They were Ye Wen's original loyalists and now the most powerful figures governing Douluo Star.
"Master."
"Lord."
"Dean."
Ye Wen exchanged greetings with familiar faces before taking his seat at the head of the table.
"Everyone, please take your seats."
As Ye Wen's words faded, the powerful figures took their seats, their gazes fixed intently on him.
Ye Wen scanned the assembled god-level experts.
Over these three thousand years, he had occasionally shared resources with those on Douluo Star. Now, before him stood at least three hundred divine officials at the lowest tier.
Though the number might not seem large, if equipped with six-word divine armor, each of them would possess the combat strength of second-tier gods. This collective power rivaled or even surpassed that of the god realm, and this wasn't even their full potential.
"You've all worked hard these years—Little Rui, Little Quan, Qiao Qiao, Little Rou, Little Teng, Little Bao, Jiao Jiao, Little Xin, You Yu, Old Poisonous One, Director Lu Feng, Teacher Tie Man…"
Ye Wen didn't immediately begin the meeting. Instead, he called out the names of his old acquaintances one by one, his eyes filled with nostalgia. Those whose names were called felt a warmth in their hearts.
Even after three thousand years, the bonds between Ye Wen and those present remained unbroken.
The god-level experts seated in the back rows watched Ye Wen's approachability with admiration.
After all, these younger generations had grown up hearing stories of Ye Wen. Meeting this legendary figure for the first time filled them with nervousness, but Ye Wen's actions greatly eased the gap between them.
After reminiscing, it was time to get down to business.
Ye Wen set aside his gentle demeanor, his expression turning solemn.
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