Time seemed to freeze as Ye Hao held both the light and dark versions of Qian Renxue in his arms. Both were his wives, creating an awkward situation.
The atmosphere turned strangely tense.
Meeting the original Qian Renxue's furious glare, Ye Hao scratched his head awkwardly. Naturally proud, she would never share her husband – even with another version of herself.
"Either she goes or I do!" Qian Renxue declared resolutely. No woman would tolerate sharing her man, especially not with herself.
Seeing her exact double sent shivers down Qian Renxue's spine.
"Er…" Ye Hao hesitated briefly before making a swift decision.
"You two sort it out. I'm leaving." Ye Hao chose the better part of valor – fleeing the imminent conflict between the two women.
This was part of Qian Renxue's angel trials. The dark version represented her inner shadows, now manifested physically. Essentially, they were the same person.
Ye Hao knew his wife well – she would never share him, least of all with herself. The thought alone was bizarre.
"Good thing I escaped quickly. Never get between two warring women."
With that, Ye Hao vanished.
Since Spirit Empire's unification of Douluo Continent, peace had flourished. Reconstruction was underway across all territories.
Occasional rebellions by former regime loyalists surfaced, but all were swiftly quelled. Most turned out to be idle troublemakers looking for excitement in peacetime.
Eventually, these malcontents were exiled to Slaughter City to cure their "boredom."
Time passed until one day, a brilliant golden pillar erupted from the Elder Hall, painting the heavens gold.
Observing from Spirit Hall, Ye Hao immediately recognized his wife's impending ascension. After all this time, it was finally happening.
The angel trials had reached their conclusion. Grand Worship Qian Daoliu's sacrifice was imminent, and Ye Hao had a role to play.
He vanished, reappearing instantly in the Elder Hall.
The sacrificial ritual was already underway.
Qian Daoliu had transformed into a golden statue wreathed in holy flames.
Nearby, Qian Renxue's six angel wings trembled. Despite knowing her grandfather would be resurrected, witnessing his sacrifice stirred profound grief.
This was the man who had raised her since childhood, her only remaining blood relative.
"Grandfather!!!" Her anguished cry echoed through the hall.
Yet she quickly composed herself. This sacrifice was for her future, and her grandfather would return.
Her duty now was to honor his sacrifice by completing her ascension.
As Qian Renxue underwent her trials, golden light began reforming in the hall.
Ye Hao acted swiftly, manipulating Qian Daoliu's soul and resurrecting him seamlessly.
"You've worked hard, old friend." Ye Hao smiled at the revived elder.
"Thank you." Qian Daoliu returned the smile, his eyes moist as he watched his granddaughter's transformation.
Generations of Elder Hall masters had awaited this moment—the return of the Angel God.
Time flowed steadily as celestial phenomena continued above the Elder Hall.
Qian Renxue emerged clad in angelic armor, wielding the Angelic Sacred Sword with six golden wings spread majestically. She had broken through level 99, achieving divinity.
Witnessing this, Qian Daoliu wept openly—his lifelong dream fulfilled at last.
"Grandfather!" Qian Renxue cried joyful tears, her earlier sorrow forgotten. His safe return mattered more than godhood.
With Qian Renxue's ascension, Spirit Empire reached its zenith—boasting three, no, four gods, counting Ye Hao's dual divinity.
After millennia without ascended beings, three gods had emerged simultaneously, cementing Spirit Empire's supremacy.
That evening, a grand celebration honored Qian Renxue's achievement.
As night fell, Ye Hao retired to his chambers, stretching lazily as he gazed at the familiar ceiling.
"What's wrong? You seem troubled." Clad in a sheer golden nightgown, Qian Renxue sensed his melancholy.
"Nothing really." Ye Hao sighed. "Just… nostalgic."
"On such a happy day?" She frowned.
"At six I became a soul master. When my Death Spider Emperor and Soul Devouring Spider Emperor awakened, my fate was sealed. At twelve I enrolled at Heaven Dou Royal Academy where we met. Fourteen won the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament, then our engagement. Fifteen became the youngest ever Slaughter City champion. Sixteen began divine trials. Finally achieved dual godhood."
Ye Hao reflected on his journey—from arrival to the pinnacle of power, now without equal in this world.
"Bored?" Qian Renxue arched an eyebrow.
"Yes. Being invincible is lonely." With Tang San gone and the continent unified, no challenges remained, leaving an odd emptiness.
"Stop showing off." She rolled her eyes before nestling beside him.
Ye Hao smiled, pulling her slender waist close.
"Darling, about that dark version of you…"
Qian Renxue's fingers found his soft spots. "What evil thoughts now? Am I not enough?"
"Nothing like that! Just… double the pleasure?"
"Dream on!" She crossed her arms indignantly.
"Misunderstanding! Pure misunderstanding!" Ye Hao backpedaled furiously.
"You've no idea the nights I've endured alone during your trials." Years of abstinence had taken their toll.
While technically married, Qian Renxue's angel trials had required her complete seclusion in the Elder Hall, leaving Ye Hao to his own devices.
Though brief dalliances with Tang Yueha, Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuyun had occurred, Ye Hao eventually released them to live their own lives.
In the end, his heart belonged solely to one—the woman now in his arms.
Sharing a knowing look, they kissed passionately.
…
Time flows relentlessly.
After ascending, Ye Hao lived leisurely for decades.
He and Qian Renxue traveled extensively—marveling at the Northern Lights, exploring every corner of the continent they'd fought so hard to unify.
They conversed with the Snow Empress and Ice Empress in the far north, soared through skies to behold breathtaking vistas.
Too soon, ninety-nine years passed—the eve of their divine ascension.
Though over a century old, Ye Hao's face remained unchanged—eternally youthful.
Standing alone on the Spirit Hall colonnade, he gazed wistfully at the city lights below. Tomorrow would take them to the divine realm—their final day in this world.
"Old friends disappear like leaves in the wind." He recalled an ancient saying—the cyclical nature of life and succession.
Former acquaintances had passed decades prior. Even the newest Spirit Hall elders were unfamiliar faces—brilliant young talents rising through the ranks, reminding him of his own youth.
A chilly breeze prompted his return indoors.
"Still packing?" Ye Hao smiled at his industrious wife.
"Yes. After nearly a century as gods, leaving is harder than expected. This is home—where I grew up. Even Golden Crocodile Douluo passed years ago. The pain of parting… it never eases."
Tears glistened as she surveyed their chambers—so many memories.
The night felt endless, filled with melancholy and unspoken regrets.
At dawn, the time had come.
In Spirit Hall's main chamber, Ye Hao, Qian Renxue, and Bibi Dong stood ready for departure, accompanied by their chosen:
Qian Renxue brought her grandfather and daughter; Bibi Dong brought Hu Liena and Zhu Zhu's son—her disciple now a ninety-ninth level Limit Douluo.
Ye Hao honored his century-old promise to Zhu Zhu, Zhu'er, and the Xie Hu.
Normally, gods could only bring one relative to the divine realm. But as the Death God and Asura God's successor, who would dare enforce such rules?
Xiao Hong grinned impatiently. "Everyone ready? Let's go!"
"Eager aren't you?" Ye Hao chuckled. "One last look. After this… we can never return."
A century of memories weighed heavily as they absorbed their home's final sights.
"It's time," Bibi Dong finally said.
"Yes, let's go," Qian Renxue agreed reluctantly.
With a final wave, they vanished.
As they departed, thousands of miles away, the long-lost Sea God Island resurfaced after a century's absence.
Two graves stood side by side—Tang Chen and Bo Saixi, reunited at last in death.
Meanwhile, in a realm of golden mist and drifting clouds, figures in classical robes approached the newcomers.
"Greetings, Lord Asura God," their leader bowed respectfully.
"Divine escorts?" Ye Hao deduced.
"Indeed. We are the divine realm's attendants, sent to welcome Lord Asura God, Lady Raksasha God, and Lady Angel God to your eternal home."
The divine realm—a new beginning, and the start of fresh legends.
(The End)
It's finally ended. The author dragged the fight far too long, thank you to all readers who've been with me. Let's continue on the next story.