Douluo: When the piano sounds, the hidden weapon returns to the factory

After several days of rest at the Spirit Hall, and as Qian Renxue's emotions gradually calmed down, Feng Yao accompanied her to the solemn and majestic Hall of Worship once again.

Qian Daoliu's figure was bathed in the dazzling golden light emanating from the giant angel statue. His voice was majestic and solemn, as if resonating with the statue: "You have come."

Feng Yao nodded slightly, his tone steady: "Xue'er's strength is now far beyond what it used to be, and it is time for her to be tested by you and the Angel Ancestor."

Qian Renxue stepped forward. The scene of meeting Bibi Dong a few days ago still lingered in her mind. She knew better than anyone else that only those with strength equal to or even stronger than her were qualified to touch the truth hidden by layers of fog.

She raised her head, her gaze clear and firm: "Grandpa, I'm ready."

Qian Daoliu gazed at his granddaughter, a fleeting, almost imperceptible emotion crossing his eyes. He nodded slowly, his voice deep and resonant: "In that case, let's begin."

The moment Qian Daoliu finished speaking, the entire hall seemed to come alive!

The towering, six-winged angel statue, standing tens of meters tall, suddenly had its once silent stone carvings illuminated, bursting forth with a golden divine light as hot and pure as the sun! The light did not simply shine down, but flowed down like tangible liquid gold, instantly engulfing every corner of the hall and rendering everything sacred and magnificent.

Om-! ! !
A sacred hum, seemingly from the ancient past and resounding deep within everyone's soul, suddenly resounded! The enormous six-winged angel statue seemed to come alive, its three pairs of massive wings slowly unfurling. These wings were not formed from the friction of stone, but from the purest light and holy power. With each slight flap, countless feathers of light burning with golden flames were scattered. The entire hall echoed with ethereal and solemn hymns, as if countless angelic phantoms appeared, circled, and worshipped in the light!
A massive golden pillar of light, over ten meters in diameter and composed entirely of liquid divine energy, descended with a thunderous roar, like a passage from the heavens! It precisely enveloped Qian Renxue completely within it!
Bathed in this ultimate light, Qian Renxue's long golden hair moved without wind, dancing like flowing molten gold. The ancient angel mark on her forehead shone brightly, and three pairs of illusory angel wings unfurled uncontrollably behind her, frantically absorbing this vast, sacred energy. She felt as if her soul was being cleansed and sublimated by this light, and a resonance and call from the depths of her blood became incredibly strong.

The massive flow of information, accompanied by boundless divine power, was directly imprinted into the depths of her soul—it was the ancient contract and endless challenge of the Nine Trials of the Angels!

Feng Yao and Qian Daoliu stood not far away, their robes fluttering in the surging sacred energy. Feng Yao's eyes reflected this earth-shattering scene, and he felt the oppressive aura, far exceeding the Sea God's test, filled with absolute light and the meaning of judgment, and his heart was filled with awe.

As Qian Daoliu gazed at his granddaughter, whose figure in the pillar of light gradually became blurred yet sacred, his eyes were filled with relief, anticipation, and a deep-seated reluctance and determination.

The Nine Trials of the Angels officially begin in this sacred and magnificent scene!
A massive amount of assessment information flooded Qian Renxue's mind, foreshadowing the thorny path to godhood that had already been laid out.

Just as the vast golden pillar of light completely enveloped Qian Renxue, and the majestic aura of the Nine Trials of the Angel reached its peak—the mutation was reborn!
Just as Qian Renxue was receiving the inheritance, the vast angelic power did not overlook Feng Yao. A thinner, yet equally pure, golden-blue beam of light, imbued with judgment and a burning will, descended without warning, enveloping Feng Yao as well!
A pure golden light instantly enveloped Feng Yao, and the trident of Poseidon between Feng Yao's brows also shone brightly, instantly displaying an incomparably noble golden hue! As if precisely guided, it instantly traversed space, enveloping Feng Yao, who was standing to the side, as well!
Feng Yao felt a vast, scorching, pure divine power, imbued with judgment and purification, descend upon him. Completely different from the boundless and all-encompassing power of the Sea God, this power was sharper and more absolute. A majestic and noble female divine thought resounded irresistibly within his heart: "Traveler from afar, you are not of my bloodline, yet you bear the favor of the Sea God, possess a just heart, and have helped my successor reach this point. By the law of destiny, I, like the Sea God, will give you a test!"

A massive amount of assessment information flooded into Feng Yao's mind in an instant, and its astonishing content caused his pupils to suddenly contract!
This blue-gold trial sent down by the angel was not a support or buff test, but an order filled with absolute justice and iron-blooded intent—to exterminate evil!
This sudden, divine trial shook Feng Yao to his core. He clearly sensed that this "Blue-Gold Trial" was no joke; it contained an extremely high level of divine power and was subtly connected to Qian Renxue's Nine Trials of Angels.

Qian Renxue also sensed what was happening here, and she cast a surprised and concerned glance at Feng Yao from within the golden pillar of light. Qian Daoliu also looked at Feng Yao in surprise; the trials of their angel clan had never beenfallen outsiders before.

A majestic and noble female divine thought descended directly into everyone's hearts. It was not the vastness of the sea god, but rather carried a burning sense of justice and determination.

"The evil Rakshasa god has usurped power, spreading hatred and slaughter. His descent will bring endless calamities. I beseech you to slay his human successor before he fully inherits his divine position and stop this blasphemy!"

This unexpected assessment task required Feng Yao to kill Bibi Dong!
Upon hearing this, all three of them narrowed their eyes. Before the grandfather and grandson could speak, Feng Yao responded almost without hesitation, his mind calm yet firm: "I'm afraid I cannot comply."

The angel's divine sense seemed to fluctuate slightly, as if it had never imagined being rejected.

Feng Yao's voice was calm and clear, echoing in the sacred pressure: "Although His Holiness the Pope inherits the power of the Rakshasa God, and its source is indeed evil, he has not truly caused any catastrophic disaster or brought chaos to the world since he took charge of the Spirit Hall. Power itself has no distinction between good and evil; it depends only on the will of the person wielding it. If one is to be sentenced to death simply because of the power he inherits... please forgive me for finding it difficult to agree with."

His gaze was clear as he continued, "Moreover, the Pope is tied to the entire Spirit Hall, like the Holy Sword of the past, where a single move affects the whole. If he is rashly eliminated, the world will lose its balance, and more lurking evils and chaos may emerge."

"Xiao Feng, don't be rude," Qian Renxue quickly reminded him softly, but did not actually stop him.

A whisper, devoid of emotion, came from the angel's mind: "You are just like the sea god... eloquent and dignified."

Feng Yao did not back down and responded frankly: "This junior dares not claim to be selfless. Just as you firmly believed that you could wield the holy sword, I also believe that nothing is absolute and people can choose their own path."

Just then, Qian Renxue suddenly opened her eyes, golden divine light flowing around her, her tone resolute, as if making a vow: "Ancestors above! If she truly betrays the world, falls into evil godhood, and brings disaster to all living beings... I, Qian Renxue, swear in the name of the successor of the Angel God, that I will personally end her!"

Her voice was as firm as metal, yet she still said, "—But, not now."

One offered a rational argument, the other vowed to take responsibility; though their paths differed, they both rejected the divine decree to "punish evil."

The divine sense fell into a long silence, as if piercing through time to re-examine the two young inheritors before it.

Finally, a very faint sigh swept through his heart: "So be it. You've passed the Blue Gold test."

His divine sense paused slightly, as if with profound meaning: "I hope that in the future... you will not regret the choices you have made today. On the day the Rakshasa comes to an end, what you will face will be far beyond what ordinary people can imagine."

Feng Yao's pupils suddenly contracted. Although the angel's words were not explicitly stated, they contained a profound implication that could not be ignored.

"Could it be..." His mind raced, and memories of the Rakshasa God surfaced clearly.

The Rakshasa Goddess is one of the two most malevolent deities in the world. She wields the power of extreme evil and the killing intent of resentment, ruling over all evil in the world. She is the embodiment of the negative emotions of all living beings. She and the first generation Asura Goddess, who also wields the power of killing and is a god of evil but whose positions are hostile, check and balance each other and are natural enemies.

In the original story, Tang San, relying solely on the power of the Sea God, indeed found it difficult to withstand the combined forces of the angels and Rakshasa. The key to ultimately reversing the battle was Tang San inheriting the position of the Asura God.

"Could it be that the root of Shura's intervention lies with Rakshasa?" Feng Yao was filled with doubts. "But Rakshasa is only a first-level deity. How could she pose a threat to Shura, who is a god-king, enough to make him personally appear in the world?" Seeing that her ancestors had approved of their choice, Qian Renxue couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps, true "justice" is not about blindly eliminating dissidents, but about careful consideration and taking responsibility.

As the angel god let out that enigmatic sigh, the blue-gold pillar of light enveloping Feng Yao did not immediately dissipate; instead, it surged violently once more!

"Reward: One God-given Soul Ring."

Prompted by the angel god, Feng Yao regained his senses. The golden pillar of light enveloping him didn't immediately dissipate. The vast divine energy was no longer merely oppressive; instead, it converged into Feng Yao's body in an incredibly gentle yet precise manner. A golden, divinely bestowed soul ring, entirely condensed from pure angelic holy power, slowly took shape within the pillar of light. The energy fluctuations emanating from it were both intensely hot and possessed a purifying majesty, far surpassing those of ordinary 100,000-year soul rings!

Feng Yao immediately sat down cross-legged and focused his mind. He did not activate the power of the Sea God, but instead fully activated his soul power and spiritual power, preparing to accept this unique gift from the Angel God.

The moment the spirit ring descended, Feng Yao felt a warm, yet harmless current surge into his limbs and bones, as if he were bathed in warm holy light. Unlike the vast and all-encompassing power he felt when absorbing the Sea God's spirit ring, this power focused more on purification, judgment, and the absolute will of light. It meticulously cleansed his meridians, tempering his soul power, making it more condensed, pure, and even imbued with a touch of divine attributes.

However, this power did not directly merge into his soul core. Instead, after circulating within his body for a cycle, it seemed to receive some higher-level guidance and surged directly towards his mysterious martial soul—the Innate Eight Trigrams Plate!

Om-!
The innate Bagua plate, suspended in the sea of ​​consciousness of the wind element, suddenly hummed. The Qian trigram, representing "heaven," and the Kun trigram, representing "earth," lit up slightly, seemingly resonating with this power that belonged to the same supreme law.

Immediately afterwards, the golden divine soul ring was directly imprinted onto the Bagua plate! The immense angelic power did not attempt to change the essence of the Bagua plate, but rather, like the most precise engraving knife, or like the spark that ignites a torch, it precisely injected into and activated the Li trigram, which represents "fire," on the Bagua plate!

The symbol of the "Li" hexagram suddenly burst forth with dazzling light!

The light was not the color of ordinary flames, but rather a pure, golden flame! It was as if all the light, heat, civilization, and purifying flames in the world had converged here!
The Li hexagram signifies fire burning, igniting!
Feng Yao instantly understood the new power of the Li hexagram. He slowly opened his eyes, slightly raised the fingertip of his left hand, and a wisp of pure golden flame quietly flickered, radiating a warm yet sacred aura that could make evil tremble.

But when his gaze returned to the innate Bagua plate in his sea of ​​consciousness, he was suddenly taken aback—he saw that what was shining brightly on the plate was not only the "Li" trigram that had just been lit.

The Qian hexagram, representing "heaven," also emanates a faint golden light, though not as intense as the Li hexagram. It is calm and majestic, like a silent, expansive sky, reflecting the leaping fire of Li.

"Qian represents Heaven, Li represents Fire..."

Feng Yao's mind stirred slightly, and a flash of inspiration swept through his mind.

"So that's how it is—this is heavenly fire..."

This gift from the angel god went far beyond simply illuminating a single hexagram. It quietly opened the door to another, even more magnificent power—opening another path to heaven for his already unfathomable innate Bagua compass!

"Not only can the skills corresponding to the hexagrams complement each other, but the control over the attributes of heaven and earth can also resonate with each other, thereby mastering more mysterious and complex powers."

Feng Yao understood something, turned to the towering angel statue, and bowed solemnly: "Thank you for your help, senior."

Qian Daoliu stepped forward slowly, his gaze calm and profound: "Alright, I won't keep you any longer. Go on the path you want to take."

Feng Yao nodded slightly, looked at Qian Renxue beside him, and said in a gentle but firm voice, "Accept the test well. I will return when my journey is complete."

Qian Renxue met his gaze without the slightest hesitation and replied clearly, "I will definitely achieve godhood before you."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yao chuckled softly, his tone as composed as ever: "That's not necessarily true."

After bidding farewell, Feng Yao slowly stepped out of the Hall of Worship and descended the white jade steps. Upon reaching the Papal Palace, he involuntarily stopped, looking up at the majestic palace that exuded a profound and mysterious aura.

With a slight thought, light flowed in his palm, and the Primordial Eight Trigrams Plate quietly appeared, the Qian and Li trigrams radiating a faint, mysterious glow. Gazing at the trigrams, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and a flash of enlightenment appeared in his eyes.

The relationship between Rakshasa and Asura, these two opposing evil gods, is subtly connected to the opposing yet interdependent trigrams of Qian (Heaven) and Kun (Earth) in his Bagua (Eight Trigrams) diagram.

Looking at the five great god-kings of the divine realm, their powers mostly appear in pairs: destruction and life, good and evil... mutually restraining each other and forming a balance. Only the Asura God, whose authority as the god of law enforcement seems unique, lacks a true "opposite."

A startling conjecture gradually became clear in his mind: "Could it be that the Rakshasa God... is afraid of and even... suppressed because its potential for 'extreme evil' is too great, even enough to threaten the Asura's position as God King?"

The thought had barely surfaced when it was immediately dismissed by the wind element.

If it was truly out of fear to eliminate dissidents, why would Asura pass on his divine position? Isn't that a contradiction?

Perhaps he was just overthinking things and making assumptions. But he still felt that the timing of the Asura God's succession was too coincidental and too hasty.

Furthermore, in the original work, the first generation of gods, Rakshasa and Angels, were nowhere to be seen in the divine realm. Even if their successors perished in the final battle, their figures should still be in the divine realm.

Feng Yao composed himself, suppressing his various speculations for the time being. "Enough, there's no point in thinking about it now. The truth will be revealed in the future," he murmured to himself, no longer dwelling on it.

...(End of chapter)