Douluo Continent: Reincarnated as Firefly, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 13 The Lament of Light, the Darkness in the Heart!

Above the sky, the dark red characters that had been unsettling finally took shape, each one seemingly formed from a blood-soaked wound.

It exuded a chilling sense of warning, forming a stark contrast to the previous sacred and dazzling golden light.

[Drawbacks and flaws: The interplay of light and shadow can lead to inner demons and downfall.]

The six-winged angels are the lords of ultimate light, acting on behalf of Heaven. Those who wish to wear the crown must bear its weight.

Those who possess this martial soul must forever cherish the flame of justice in their hearts, and act with a clear conscience and in accordance with Heaven. If they are narrow-minded, act despicably, and stray from the path of light, their soul power will encounter an insurmountable chasm, and they will never be able to advance an inch in their lives!

Even worse, if darkness grows in one's heart, and one is consumed by greed, lust, and tyranny, then those sacred six wings will be stained with ink, and their original divine attributes will be completely reversed, turning them into—fallen angels!

The purer the light, the deeper the darkness. This is God's gift, and also His curse.

Upon seeing these shocking lines of text, the entire Douluo Continent was thrown into an uproar.

"This...this is too harsh!" someone exclaimed in disbelief, their voice trembling slightly.

"So, if an Angel Soul Master does something bad, or has impure thoughts, their peerless martial soul is ruined?"

"They might even turn into fallen angels? Just the name sounds terrifying! Are they even more evil than evil spirit masters?"

The people who were initially filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred now felt much more at ease.

This is no martial spirit; it's clearly a Damocles' sword hanging over our heads!

The slightest misstep could lead to utter ruin. For a Soul Master, whose nature is inherently complex, how difficult is it to live a life of "righteousness in one's heart and without shame"?

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

The deathly silence was broken by a sudden burst of laughter.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha—!!"

The laughter was shrill and manic, filled with endless mockery and a twisted pleasure, echoing throughout the empty hall and causing the candlelight inside to flicker wildly.

Bibi Dong suddenly stood up from the papal throne. Her originally gloomy phoenix eyes were now fixed on the words on the sky. She laughed so hard that tears even streamed down her face.

"I see... I see!"

Bibi Dong pointed at the sky, as if pointing at the dead man, her voice sharp and cutting:

"Qian Xunji, you hypocrite! You beast! No wonder... no wonder you, as the Pope, possessing a divine-level martial soul, were stuck at level ninety-five your entire life, unable to advance an inch!"

The image of Qian Xunji's hypocritical face flashed into her mind.

Back then, in order to keep me here and for the so-called future of the Spirit Hall, he did something so beastly to me.

The hatred in Bibi Dong's eyes was almost tangible.

"So you were abandoned by your own martial spirit! Your heart is so filthy, so filthy that even a six-winged angel despises you! Your so-called justice is nothing but a fig leaf to cover up your filthy desires!"

"That old bastard Qian Daoliu is level ninety-nine, your daughter Qian Renxue is exceptionally talented, but you... you're the only good-for-nothing!"

Bibi Dong laughed so hard she could hardly breathe; the pent-up frustration in her heart dissipated considerably at that moment.

It turns out that Heaven has eyes and martial spirits have souls; that man was already suffering divine punishment while he was alive!

Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.

Unlike the frenzy of the Papal Palace, this place was permeated with a heavy, suffocating sorrow.

Grand Master Qian Daoliu slowly closed his eyes, and a layer of murky mist welled up in those eyes that had seen through the vicissitudes of the world.

His hands, clasped behind his back, trembled slightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

This secret is the greatest pain for every family, and a family shame that must never be told to outsiders.

Now, however, it is laid bare before the world by this sky.

"Seeking medical help..."

Qian Daoliu's voice was hoarse and sorrowful, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

How could he not know?

As a father, and as the person who understands the Angelic Martial Soul best in the world, he knows better than anyone why his son is stagnating.

Qian Xunji's heart was completely broken after that incident where he abused his disciple.

Did Qian Daoliu not notice at all that Qian Xunji was personally killed and devoured by Bibi Dong?

No, in fact, he had already discovered it. This was a sin committed by Qian Xunji, and he had no right to interfere.

"This is the price." Qian Daoliu sighed inwardly, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

"Throughout the history of the Qian family, which of those brilliant and talented ancestors who ultimately fell into darkness wasn't executed by the family itself? In order to uphold the glory of the angels, and to prevent fallen angels from harming humanity, we had no choice but to send our loved ones to the guillotine, using their blood to wash away the family's shame..."

He recalled the names recorded in the family's secret scrolls—those who were once the pride of heaven, but ultimately grew black wings and became bloodthirsty and brutal.

Each generation of angel gods has their hands stained with the blood of their people.

Behind this dazzling and divine martial spirit lies the blood, tears, and bones of countless families!

This glorious throne was built upon countless painful choices.

Just as Qian Daoliu was immersed in grief and memories, the scene on the screen suddenly changed.

Om-!

An unprecedented sacred aura instantly filled the heavens and earth; it was a warm, grand aura that made people want to prostrate themselves in worship.

Everyone's souls seemed to be purified, and they involuntarily looked towards the center of the screen.

[Six-Winged Angel - Miracle Descends (First Generation Angel God)]

The scene depicts an ancient battlefield, a landscape of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The sky is shrouded in a blood-red mist, the earth is cracked, life is ravaged, and everywhere are ruins and human remains.

In that endless darkness and despair, a golden figure stood in mid-air, like the first ray of dawn piercing the long night.

It was a woman, a woman of unparalleled beauty. She had long, flowing golden hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, each strand shimmering with the radiance of the sun.

She wore golden divine armor that outlined her flawless figure, and six pure white wings on her back gently flapped, scattering starlight and dispelling the surrounding blood mist.

Her face was exactly the same as the huge angel statue in the center of the hall! No, it was more vivid, more majestic, and more full of compassionate divinity than the statue!

"It's the ancestor! It's the Lord Angel God!!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Qian Daoliu suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body trembling violently, and the grief in his eyes instantly transformed into fervent worship.

"Thump!"

This one of the three peerless Douluo of this era knelt down without hesitation, his forehead slamming heavily against the cold floor. His voice was extremely devout, even tinged with a sob:

"This unworthy descendant, a thousand ways, pays homage to our ancestor!"

Behind him, the other six great elders, including Golden Crocodile Douluo and Azure Phoenix Douluo, were also moved to tears, and knelt down in unison, performing the highest level of kneeling worship towards the sky.

This is their faith, the origin of the Spirit Hall, and the heroic figure of a true god on earth!

In the image, the angel is facing forward.

There, three figures, like demons, roared and charged forward.

On the left is a man, emaciated as a rake, surrounded by countless wronged souls, emitting chilling screams.

The figure in the middle was three zhang tall, covered in foul-smelling pus and blood. With each step he took, a large pit was corroded into the ground.

The person on the right was completely shrouded in black shadows, his face obscured, but one could sense an extreme evil and coldness emanating from him.

These three individuals exuded a nauseating stench of blood and an aura of evil, clearly indicating that they were all powerful evil spirit masters from ancient times.

Each of them possesses terrifying power enough to destroy an empire, and some have even touched the threshold of demigodhood!

"Under the light, evil has nowhere to hide."

The angel's lips parted slightly, her voice ethereal yet majestic, as if it came from the heavens above, resounding deep within the souls of everyone.

She made no extra movements, but simply slowly raised the angelic sword in her hand.

In an instant, all the light in the world seemed to hear a command, frantically converging on the tip of the sword. The once dark world was now as bright as day!

"Trial".

Two simple words, yet they carry the weight of law.

boom--!!!

A towering golden beam of light descended from the sky, carrying the will to purify everything, instantly enveloping the three arrogant evil spirit masters.

"ah--!!!"

"What kind of fire is this?! No!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the heavens. The evil blood energy, powerful enough to corrode the earth, melted and disintegrated instantly before the angelic light, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

The evil spirit master who controlled the vengeful spirits had the vengeful spirits on his body reveal their true forms under the holy light before dissipating.

The giant, oozing pus and blood, writhed and struggled in agony amidst the sacred fire before finally turning to ashes.

The dark figure didn't even have a chance to escape; it was instantly evaporated by the holy light and completely vanished into the world.

One sword, slaying three demons!

As evil dissipated, the long-awaited sunlight pierced through the blood mist and shone upon the earth.

In the scene, countless ragged survivors crawled out of the ruins, kneeling and cheering before the angels in the sky, their eyes filled with gratitude and reverence for surviving the catastrophe.

The angel sheathed his sword and turned back, his divine gaze seemingly piercing through ten thousand years, looking down upon the Douluo Continent and upon everyone watching the heavens.

In those eyes, there was compassion, encouragement, and a silent entrustment—to protect the light and never forget our original aspirations.

The image gradually faded into golden specks of light, but the righteous spirit surging in my heart lingered for a long time.

Inside the Spirit Hall, countless young spirit masters were filled with fervor. They finally understood the true meaning of the Spirit Hall's existence—not for power and rule, but to become the sharp sword that cuts through the long night when darkness falls!

However, after the initial shock, even greater doubts arose in my mind.

Even the six-winged angel, who is so sacred and powerful, possesses divine inheritance, and can even kill three demigod-level evil soul masters with a single sword strike, can only be ranked third.

So, what kind of heaven-defying beings are the top two, who stand above angels and sea gods?

Could it be... that there are martial souls in this world that surpass the level of gods?

As if hearing everyone's thoughts, the sky seemed to hear the voices of the crowd, and the originally golden background began to change dramatically.

A vast, ancient, and seemingly primordial aura, as if from the beginning of time, slowly spread out.

It wasn't a single color, but rather a color encompassing all the colors of the world, yet it carried a chilling sense of destruction.

[Top Ten Martial Souls in Douluo Continent]

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