Douluo: Transforming Xiao Wu into a Zerg Queen Was Just the Beginning

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow slightly as he gazed at the golden orb floating before him.

A dense, holy aura emanated from it—pure and overwhelming.

Strangely enough, the holy power exuded by this golden orb seemed faintly similar to the lingering remnants of the Angel God's consciousness that he had already destroyed.

Could it be…?

Lin Fan slowly reached out, grabbing the golden orb hovering in front of him.

Buzz—!

The orb began to tremble violently in his grasp!

A powerful resistance surged from it, struggling to escape Lin Fan's clutches.

He frowned slightly, focusing his mental energy on the orb while studying it carefully.

"Interesting..."

After examining it for a moment, Lin Fan discovered that while the orb no longer held any consciousness, the energy fluctuations it contained were identical to those of the Angel God.

In fact, this power was even stronger than the trace of the Angel God's will he had encountered earlier!

"Could this be the Angel God's legacy within Qian Renxue's body?"

He muttered to himself, gripping the orb tightly in one hand while stroking his chin with the other.

It was the only explanation that made sense. Even though he had already pierced through the Angel God's consciousness with a single blow, this orb—imbued with divine power—still existed within Qian Renxue.

If that were the case, didn't that mean Qian Renxue would face no more trials in the Angel God's Nine Tests?

In other words, all she had to do was inherit the godhood directly?

A flicker of thought passed through Lin Fan's eyes.

Something like this, which was beyond his control, couldn't be left entirely in Qian Renxue's hands.

What if the Angel God had faked his demise, waiting for the moment Qian Renxue ascended to godhood to possess her body and return for revenge?

That would be incredibly troublesome.

A crimson light flared in Lin Fan's eyes, shooting directly into the golden orb still struggling in his hand.

Buzz!!!

The orb thrashed even harder in response.

It was as if it had developed a will of its own, trying to evade Lin Fan's mental probe.

"Hmph! Just as I thought—you old ghost, still clinging to hope!"

A cold sneer formed on Lin Fan's face.

Within the Zerg Mindweb, crimson strands of mental energy branched out from his own spiritual node, converging back onto him.

His eyes flashed with piercing clarity—his perception instantly sharpening to the point where he could see the very foundations of reality itself.

Nothing could hide.

This was the concentrated will of the Overmind.

In Lin Fan's enhanced vision, the golden orb transformed into a bright golden core, its essence focused in his palm.

Every second, countless threads of golden essence were dispersing from the orb and flowing into Qian Renxue's spiritual sea.

He carefully infused more of his mental power into his eyes, peeling away the outer layers of the golden core once more.

At the center of the golden mass—barely visible—was a red speck of light nestled deep within.

Now fully exposed under Lin Fan's gaze.

"Heh… Found you, old relic."

The corner of Lin Fan's lips curled upward as he transformed his mental energy into a thin crimson thread. Carefully, he guided it into the core, pushing deeper toward the red speck at its center.

He moved with the utmost precision.

After all, this orb was the last remnant of the Angel God's power. Though useless to him, it could be extremely valuable to Qian Renxue.

The red speck trembled, as if sensing something was amiss.

But the golden core suppressed it completely, smothering it without allowing even the smallest ripple to form.

Lin Fan's crimson thread finally reached the red speck—and devoured it whole.

Buzz!

A radiant golden light erupted from the orb, and a pure burst of energy surged outward!

Some of it even tried to merge into Lin Fan's mental network.

He quickly withdrew his spiritual power.

No thanks. His mental power came from his Zerg subordinates—this golden divine essence was completely useless to him.

It couldn't enhance his psychic strength, nor could it strengthen his physical body.

Better to leave it for Qian Renxue's benefit.

After all, the stronger his subordinates, the stronger he would be.

Lin Fan watched with satisfaction as the crimson and golden energies fused together, weaving into a unified tapestry within her spiritual world.

He then withdrew his presence from Qian Renxue's soul sea.

Within the Worship Hall.

An elderly man with silver hair and a stern face sat in deep meditation. Suddenly, his body trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His expression remained placid as he gazed into the empty hall before him.

In a deep voice, he said, "You can come out now."

If one looked closely, a flicker of coldness and disdain flashed in the depths of his eyes.

But he hid those emotions well—nothing showed on his face.

Boom—!

A spirit emerged from behind him: a six-winged angel, radiant with divine light.

The Angelic Martial Spirit had separated from the old man's body and now floated before him.

Yet the elder didn't react as though this was anything unusual. Instead, he picked up the tea in front of him and took a slow sip.

"Well? What is it this time?"

The angel's expression was faintly grim, and an androgynous voice echoed out, "There's something wrong with Qian Renxue's Angelic Spirit."

Crash!!!

The old man slammed his teacup onto the table, eyes turning razor sharp.

He glared at the Angel Spirit and asked coldly, "What happened?"

"I can no longer sense my own consciousness."

The elder frowned slightly, hesitated, then asked, "And what of Xue'er's Angel Spirit?"

The Angel God fell silent.

Bathed in divine light, its face seemed unusually gloomy in the elder's eyes.

His eyebrows lifted slightly, a hint of surprise appearing on his face.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he threw back his head and laughed heartily.

He picked up the tea again and slowly sipped it, savoring the flavor.

The normally tasteless tea now seemed fragrant and sweet, its aftertaste rich and pleasant.

The Angel Spirit's voice was icy. "Qian Daoliu, don't celebrate too soon. Kill that man for me—or else..."

Qian Daoliu acted as if he hadn't heard. He slowly put down his cup.

He smacked his lips, as if relishing a rare delicacy.

Then he said coldly, "Or else? Do you think you're in any position to make demands of me?"

"You—!"

The Angel Spirit flew into a rage, glaring daggers at Qian Daoliu.

But all it saw in return was a mocking, icy smirk in the old man's eyes.

"Fine. Fine! Don't come crying to me later—pathetic mortal!"

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