From Douluo Dalu Angel Becomes God Almighty of LOTM

Qian Daoliu was a man carved by glory, tempered by regret, and bound by honor.

Among his generation, he stood as one of the undisputed pinnacles, a Peerless Douluo, the High Priest of the Spirit Hall, and leader of the Seven Worshipped Titled Douluo. His strength was second only to gods, his name enough to shake nations.

Yet beneath the indomitable exterior lay a man shaped by choices… and the consequences they carried.

Once, in his youth, he clashed with Tang Chen, the Haotian Douluo. It was a battle sung of in whispers, two titans shaking the continent. Qian Daoliu lost that day, not because he was weaker, but because he chose to meet Tang Chen on the ground, abandoning his advantage of aerial supremacy. Pride or principle, none could argue about it, the outcome remained etched in history.

He gave a promise of not attacking Haotian sect himself that day.

He had lost the battle. Then, he even also lost in love.

Bo Saixi, the divine guardian of Sea God Island, had only eyes for Tang Chen. Qian Daoliu knew, perhaps he always had. And when she replied to his and Tang Chen's proposal by replying:

"The one I shall accept... is the man who inherits the position of god."

He knew they could never be together, because his he like her, would become a High Priest, a vessel for faith, never a god.

The promises defined him.

Even decades later, after Tang Hao, Tang Chen's Grand son, gravely wounded his own son, Qian Xunji, Qian Daoliu did not retaliate. He could have annihilated the Haotian Sect, wiped it from the continent in fury. But he didn't, because of a promise. Because of a love long buried. Because of a man he once called brother.

Some say his mercy cost his son his life. Perhaps even he believed that.

Yet he bore it all with dignity.

Now, in the present, he was the pillar of Spirit Hall, the final judgment before godhood. Calm, composed, revered. But behind his gold-embroidered robes and peerless power was a man who remembered loss more vividly than victory.

He led the Seven Worshipped Douluo not by fear, but by presence. A symbol of unwavering order.

Yet even the mightiest of towers can sway under the burden of emotion.

Qian Daoliu stood torn, between his duty as the High Priest of the Spirit Hall and his love for the only family he had left. Bibi Dong had hurt Qian Renxue, hurt her deeply, both in body and in soul. The thought of letting her live after what she had done made his spirit roar with fury. But...

He also knew the truth, new how his son, Qian Xunji, had committed an unforgivable sin. Bibi Dong's hatred, her wrath, her descent into darkness, it all stemmed from that single act of violation.

If he killed Bibi Dong now, would that not sever the last emotional bond his granddaughter still held? Would Renxue ever forgive him?

He stood frozen in indecision.

Then, as if summoned by divine irony, the heavens darkened once more. Thunder crackled. A strange pressure weighed down upon Spirit Hall like the palm of a god pressing against the earth.

Qian Daoliu's heart seized.

No…

His body moved before thought could catch up, bursting into motion. Something's wrong…

And that something was not in the sky above—but below it, inside Spirit Hall itself.

Inside her room.

He crashed through the sealed corridors like a beam of golden light, roaring past startled guards and priests.

He reached the door—

And there she stood.

Purple eyes half-lidded, a strange brilliance like golden flames glowing faintly in her gaze. Her body was trembling, her aura foreign, older, grander, but she was his young grand daughter.

"Renxue!" he called, breathless.

She blinked, slowly turning to him. Then, like a child finding safety after a nightmare, she rushed forward and collapsed into his embrace.(AN: This is the point last chapter ended)

"Grandfather…" she whispered, voice shaking but clear. "I have received… a revelation. From the Ancestor…"

Qian Daoliu froze, arms tightening around her.

"…The Angel Ancestor?" he asked cautiously.

Qian Renxue hesitated for a brief moment, then gave a soft nod. "Yes," she said.

But in her heart, she knew it was only a half-truth.

She couldn't tell him everything. Not in this life,not ever.

The thing that whispered to her… the power that surged within her spirit sea… was not the Angel Ancestor. It was something far older, far more terrifying. Something that bore no halo of normal golden feathered wings. Something that had looked upon creation not as a blessing, but as a puzzle. A god not of divinity, but of absoluteness—of chaos, of knowledge, of unspeakable sovereignty.

God Almighty.

She didn't know why she hadn't been consumed by it, before Electrolux arrived. Or maybe she already had… and just hadn't noticed..

After all beings of that level cannot be thought off or even be understood. In the world of Lord of Mysteries , God Almighty was a pillar of existence only second in ranked compared to true creator

But Qian Daoliu could never know. If he even glimpsed the truth,he might lose himself, his mind, his soul. She could not risk her only family being touched by that… thing.

So she lied gently, skillfully. "Grandfather, the Angel Ancestor gave me a task... of getting an immortal herb."

Qian Daoliu frowned. "An immortal herb?"

"Yes," she replied firmly, her golden eyes flickering. "I must go to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well… in the Sunset Forest where the herb is present."

He stepped back slightly, concern flickering in his eyes. "Does such place exists in Sunset forest"

"Angel God said…" Qian Renxue paused, as if recalling divine words. "That place holds the immortal herb which I need to understand my future path. That it will stabilize my spirit and… prepare me for what's to come."

Qian Daoliu stared at her for a long moment.

Then, with a deep sigh, he nodded.

"…Very well. I will take you there."

She smiled softly.

That was the best she could hope for.

Because what awaited her in that well… was not just spirit herbs and dual elements.

There is chance there to stabilize her condition... no Electrolux's, condition. An immortal herb that may treat or relieve his fragmented soul , while giving her some breathing time.