The Dark Claw Terror Bear felt the emotion of hate and fear instinctively.
And something far more terrifying—Reverence.
Its muscles trembled. Because its instincts screamed that the being before it was not prey.
But something beyond the natural chain. Suddenly its survival instinct erupted.
With a guttural growl, the Dark Claw Terror Bear retreated several dozen meters in a single bound. It did not roar in vengeance.
Suppressing the instinct to attack the murderer of its kin—It turned and fled.
Within seconds, its massive body vanished into the forest's depths.
Qian Renxue did not move.
She simply watched as the last resurrected soul beast disappeared into the endless green.
A faint breeze stirred her hair.
"This is the last one…" she whispered.
One by one, she had restored them. Every soul beast she had hunted.
Every creature whose soul fragment still lingered within her soul rings.
A normal god could have crushed those remnants instantly, refining them completely into pure power.
Leaving soul beast remnants within her rings was a hidden danger.
She could have extinguished them, but she chose not to, because she understood karma.
"People might not believe in karma," she murmured softly, "but I, who can fine-tune the fates of others based on karma, know better…"
Her voice blended with the forest wind.
"Every human or soul beast are bound by different encounters."
"These encounters are like threads woven together by countless causes and effects."
Her feet slowly left the ground and She began to hover.
The air around her subtly warped—not from raw pressure, but from conceptual distortion.
The forest grew silent.
Birdsong ceased mid-note. Small animals froze in burrows.
Because an apex predator no—Something above predator now wantonly releasing an aura .
Qian Renxue's pupils deepened.
Then—her eyes shifted and a faint draconic slit formed within the violet glow.
The world changed before her eyes the forest no longer appeared as trees and earth.
Everything dissolved into lines.
Endless, interwoven, luminous and dark Karmic lines or Fate lines.
This was an additional ability she had received after becoming a God as her Sixth Soul Ring had mutated, but she had not actively explored it and was on guard for unexpected situations.
Her gaze shifted inward.
Most of the lines surrounding the forest curved toward her.
Like rivers bending toward the sea, But when she traced them deeper—
She discovered at the very core of her being.
The Almighty God's Seed and the lines—seemed to exist in symbiosis with each other.
Qian Renxue turned her gaze toward the distant horizon. A slow smile curved her lips.
"And now…"
Her voice carried softly across the silent canopy.
"The game begins."
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Douluo World — Unnamed Continent
Twenty thousand years later, this land would be known as the Star Luo Continent.
But in this era— It had no name.
It was a vast stretch of wilderness separated from the main Douluo Continent by treacherous seas. Dense forests swallowed mountains. Rivers cut through untamed valleys.
Civilization had not yet taken root.
Indigenous humans lived as forest dwellers in various tribes, clad in beast hides and woven bark cloth. Their weapons were carved from bone and stone.
One such tribe had settled near a vast valley surrounded by jagged black cliffs.
The valley constantly emitted a heavy draconic aura.
Powerful soul beasts avoided the region instinctively. For ordinary tribesmen, this made the valley sacred.
They believed their ancestors' souls resided within it.
However—
No living person had ever stepped inside.
An invisible barrier sealed the valley's depths. Anyone approaching too closely would feel overwhelming pressure, as though the sky itself pressed down upon them.
Thus, legends formed.
"This is the entrance to heaven."
"The dead may pass while the living must not."
Whenever a tribesman died, they would carry the body to the valley's edge and burn the dead. They believed the spirit of the dead would cross the barrier and return to the ancestors.
This day had begun like any other, children gathered wild fruits. Hunters prepared to track prey.
Suddenly—The ground trembled.
At first, it was faint, then the tremor intensified.
Rocks rolled from the cliffs and Birds burst into the sky in panicked flocks.
The indigenous people cried out in fear.
"The ancestors are angry!"
The tribal chief's face paled. He immediately began ritual movements, sprinkling powdered herbs into a fire pit. Others dragged forth livestock—small horned beasts tied with vine ropes.
Chants grew frantic.
"Great ancestors! Calm your fury!"
"Forgive us!"
The earth shook harder.
The invisible barrier flickered faintly—visible for the first time in generations as rippling distortions in the air.
Then— Space itself fractured.
At the deepest point of the valley, a jagged crack tore open.
From the outside, it appeared as if another world lay beyond Desolate and Silent.
None of them saw that from the fading seam of space, a golden-haired woman stepped lightly onto the valley floor.
Qian Renxue looked around calmly then stepped into the space crack.
The trembling of the ground ceased instantly.
The crack remained for only a few breaths then it healed seamlessly as though nothing had happened.
Silence fell over the valley.
The tribal chief collapsed to his knees, trembling.
"The ancestors… have accepted our offering…"
One by one, every member of the tribe prostrated themselves, foreheads pressed against the earth.
They wept in relief, believing the their ancestors in heaven have calmed down.