Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor-Chapter 256: Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor []

"Greetings, young soul master."

The Angel God's voice was soft and gentle, paired with her delicate appearance, giving off the impression of an approachable elder sister from next door. There was no sense of the imposing aura of a deity or the air of a powerful figure. However, Chen Ming could feel immense power and destiny radiating from her body.

That power surpassed Di Tian, and even that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master who seemed to have reached near-god-level strength. With Chen Ming's experience of encountering many gods and divine powers, the Angel God standing before him now was at least at the level of a third-tier god, perhaps even a second-tier god.

The strength within his own body... might only amount to one percent of what the Angel God currently possessed.

"Your strength is quite commendable. Although you are not a Titled Douluo, your physical body and spirit are incredibly strong. However, it seems you are in your prime, far from being at the end of your lifespan. So, why have you come to Douluo Hall?"

Because Chen Ming had entered holding the Angelic Holy Sword, the Angel God, although noticing that Chen Ming did not conform to the usual rules, still did not display any overly emotional reaction. Instead, she asked calmly.

"Greetings, Angel God." Facing such a powerful entity, Chen Ming respectfully bowed and introduced himself.

He briefly explained that he was an ordinary soul master who, through some fortunate opportunities, established a connection with the world's consciousness. Under its guidance, he rescued Qian Renxue, the descendant of the Angel God. During this period, he encountered the divine powers of the Rakshasa God and the Asura God, among others.

He also emphasized that Qian Daoliu had been concerned about the Angel God's condition after failing to contact her despite using the Angel God's power. On Qian Daoliu's request, he entered Douluo Hall, with the Angelic Holy Sword serving as proof of his sincerity.

The Angel God listened quietly, her brows furrowing unconsciously.

After Chen Ming finished speaking, the Angel God glanced at the Angelic Holy Sword in her hand. After receiving its response, she looked back at Chen Ming, her gaze carrying an unreadable expression.

She placed the Angelic Holy Sword into the void beside her, and the holy aura radiating from her body surged, bathing Chen Ming in the golden light that seemed to nourish his body.

After observing him for a while, the Angel God made her request.

"Young soul master, may I take a look at your memories?"

Chen Ming looked at the Angel God, a gentle yet polite smile appearing on his face.

"Allow me to do it myself." Chen Ming concentrated, using his spiritual power to extract a small fragment of his memories, imbuing it with his essence. He handed it to the Angel God.

To demonstrate his sincerity, Chen Ming included traces of the various divine powers he had encountered.

After examining the memory, the Angel God's expression changed several times. She then clasped her hands together, and a beam of light emerged from the Angelic Holy Sword, flowing into the Golden Ancient Tree. A faint power surged from within Douluo Hall, quickly circulating around Spirit City before returning to its source.

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As this divine thought returned, the Angel God's expression darkened significantly.

"My true body has indeed perished. It seems my suspicions were correct."

Though the idea of one's death is difficult for most to accept, the Angel God appeared to have long anticipated this. While her brows furrowed deeply, her emotions remained steady, showing no signs of losing control.

"Xiao Ming, may I call you that?"

"Of course, you can. After all, you are the Angel God, the faith of Douluo Continent." Having been called "Xiao Ming" many times before, Chen Ming no longer minded such things.

Hearing his words, the Angel God let out a helpless sigh and shook her head.

"I never wanted to become the faith of the Douluo people. It was just that I had no other choice in that era. I simply followed the times, followed my heart, and followed humanity."

"When I unconsciously reached the peak, I had already become the so-called omnipotent Angel God in people's eyes. Even though I had achieved what I desired, for the sake of the people and humanity, I dared not relax for even a moment."

"If I had a choice, I would have preferred to live an ordinary life. But such a thing was a luxury in my time. Even if I hadn't become the Angel God, I likely still wouldn't have been able to live as an ordinary person in that era." The Angel God fell silent, reminiscing about her past before becoming a god. After a moment, she regained her composure.

"Xiao Ming, according to the rules, Douluo Hall does not allow soul masters below the level of Titled Douluo to enter. Once they do, they are not allowed to leave alive. However, rules are dead, and people are alive. Given the current situation, neither you nor this generation's Grand Worship has done anything wrong."

"Since you are already here, I will tell you the secret of Douluo Hall and the reason why I left a divine thought here."

The Angel God waved her hand, and the surrounding world blurred momentarily. The laws of time became distorted, and the line between reality and illusion grew hazy. The Angel God's memories began to unfold before Chen Ming as if they were tangible.

The Angel God's story began with her as a young girl named Qian. Her name symbolized that she was the thousandth child born in her tribe. Her tribe had no soul masters.

It was an era of ignorance in the Douluo world, where soul beasts ruled as the dominant species, and humans were nothing more than food—indistinguishable from wild animals in the eyes of the soul beasts. Only a tiny fraction of humans managed to awaken their martial souls by chance.

During that time, innate full soul power was the standard among soul masters. Or rather, due to the limitations of the era, people didn't even know how to cultivate soul power or how to advance their levels. They could only experiment and improve through trial and error.

Those born with innate full soul power could immediately begin cultivation experiments. As for those with an innate soul power of eight or nine, they often required years, even over a decade, to reach the threshold of ten soul power due to a lack of proper guidance.

As for those with soul power levels around five or six? They were unlikely to become soul masters in their lifetime. The average lifespan at that time was only about thirty years, and most with such talent couldn't accumulate enough power to become soul masters by their twenties or thirties.

Those with soul power below five? They didn't even qualify to awaken their martial souls through external stimuli.

Only the largest tribes, which had accumulated knowledge over generations, managed to discover limited and often flawed methods for enhancing soul power. Even so, such techniques were tightly guarded secrets.

In that era, only one in a hundred people might awaken a martial soul, and only one in ten of those would become soul masters.

In other words, only one in a thousand people could change their fate.

Qian, as the thousandth child of her tribe, was regarded as a symbol of hope from the moment she was born.

At the age of six, on an ordinary day, a golden lion led a horde of soul beasts to destroy her tribe. Golden flames engulfed the tribe. Out of malice, the lion ensured that the flames consumed the tribe slowly, prolonging their suffering and destruction.

The tribe's chief, priests, and warriors were powerless against the golden firewalls that cut off heaven and earth. They gathered the children at the tribe's center, with Qian as the core. Surrounding them were the tribe's chief and priests.

One by one, the chief, priests, warriors, and other tribespeople were consumed by the flames. Everyone Qian knew—every person, every memory—was incinerated before her eyes.

As the tribe faced certain annihilation, their despair transformed into hope, faith, and curses, all of which were channeled into Qian.

Each time a tribesperson died, Qian felt something within her chest vanish, replaced by a growing power.

When the last tribesperson perished, the power within Qian finally erupted. Black and white energy surged from her body, forming a vortex that devoured the flames. From her back, three pairs of wings emerged.

The three wings on her left were white, wreathed in holy flames of light. The three wings on her right were black, enveloped in cursed flames of darkness.