"Aunt Yuehua, please come too."Qian Renchuan's eyes were on a woman among the people present, who looked to be over forty, close to fifty, with light blue hair, many wrinkles on her face, a look of joy and anticipation, and still had her charm, Tang Yuehua. Because Qian Xunji passed away and the Haotian Sect was gone, Tang Yuehua, who suffered a huge blow, cried all day long. Her three meals a day and her daily routine were irregular. She fainted from crying many times, which caused her to age quickly. Qian Renchuan had originally accepted Tang Yuehua, a member of the Tang family who was born evil, after Tang Yuehua had taught him etiquette and music for nearly a year. Now that he had seen Tang Yuehua's sincere feelings for his father, he considered Tang Yuehua an elder, otherwise he would not have arranged for Zhu Zhuqing to be Tang Yuehua's maid. Tang Yuehua's eyes were slightly red, and she asked in a panic: "Your Holiness, can Your Holiness really come back to life?" Qian Renchuan nodded, "Yes, the body is the carrier of the soul. Dad's soul must still be watching us somewhere. As long as I recall Dad's soul, I can create a new body to revive Dad." "Then I won't go. I don't want His Holiness to see me in my current state." Tang Yuehua was already almost sixty years old. After all, she was not a spirit master, but just an ordinary person. No matter how she took care of herself, she could only slow down the deterioration of her appearance. Now she had become a middle-aged person, with dry, sallow skin and wrinkles. She did not dare to approach the perfect pope in her mind. She was satisfied to observe Qianxunji from afar after his resurrection. Qian Renxue raised her hand, and a stream of pure angelic power flowed out and was injected into Tang Yuehua's body. In the flashing golden light, Tang Yuehua's originally dry and sallow skin became plump again, the wrinkles on her face faded, and her skin became fair and smooth. The face of a woman in her forties turned into a beautiful woman in her twenties, exuding alluring charm. "What am I?" Tang Yuehua looked at her palms which had become white, tender and soft, and touched her face which had become smooth and wrinkle-free again. She stared at Qian Renxue in disbelief.

"This is just the rejuvenation that all Title Douluo Spirit Masters have. Let's go, don't let mom and dad wait anxiously." After going through so many things, Qian Renxue's attitude has changed. She no longer hates Tang Yuehua, a member of the Tang family who is born evil, as she used to, but she doesn't treat her as an elder like Qian Renchuan. In this world, everything is about interests. When her father took in Ning Fengzhi, a soul saint who committed heinous crimes, and made him an elder of the Spirit Hall, and arranged a wife for Ning Fengzhi and gave him medicine, her cognition changed a lot. In the mountain behind the Worship Hall, there is a somewhat empty area next to the angel statue of the Douluo Hall. Qian Renchuan, Qian Renxue, Shui Bing'er, and Tang Yuehua came here. More than a year after Ah Yin's sacrifice, under the illumination of the holy light of the angel statue, the Blue Silver Emperor has grown vigorously. The huge blade of grass is nearly one foot wide and more than five meters long. The original one golden line on the blade of grass has become three. The Holy Tiger Soul was sleeping soundly beside the Blue Silver Emperor. Sensing the movement, he opened his eyes and saw the four people. He took the initiative to walk to Qian Renxue and called out, as if to take credit for his excellent protection. When Qian Renchuan and Qian Renxue arrived, almost all the grass leaves began to waver, quickly spreading to their side, gently wrapping around them and enveloping their bodies. There were two more, one rubbed Shui Bing'er's head, and the other floated in front of Tang Yuehua. Gentle, kind maternal love instantly permeated Qian Renchuan and Qian Renxue's bodies. Both of them were extremely happy, tears flowed uncontrollably, and they cried with joy. Their mother was conscious, she was still alive, and she still recognized them. As long as they could return to the cultivation level of 100,000 years, their mother would return again. "Mom, my brother and I have become gods. We can revive you and Dad." Qian Renchuan said softly: "Yes, mother, our family can be reunited." "Sister, I will call back father's soul and revive him, and you will revive mother." After he finished speaking, Qian Renchuan sat cross-legged, released his spiritual thoughts, and used his senses to call back Qian Xunji's soul, while at the same time recalling every detail of the past twenty-two years in his mind. He jumped off a cliff and was reborn with a new name, Qian Renchuan, given by his father himself, and his new life officially began. Being held in the father's arms and fed with milk with a spoon - is this fatherly love? The path of martial soul cultivation, the blue silver grass hardened hidden weapon flow - father's insights. Engaged at the age of three with Bing'er - father's foresight. The Tiandou Auction House, the greed of the nobles, the hypocrisy of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect - the wisdom of my father. In order to protect himself, he stayed alone in the Haotian Sect Mountains to cover the retreat - this is the greatness of my father. Scenes from the past kept flashing through Qian Renchuan's mind, and his heart ached like a knife. "Father, you are the most gentle, wise, greatest and best father in the world. I will definitely bring you back to life perfectly. I will also be filial to you and let you see our Spirit Hall and the Angel Clan, glorious and immortal for all eternity." Qian Renxue had already begun to revive Ah Yin. Under her feet, four black, five red, and one gold, ten soul rings emerged. The pure, gentle, and sacred angel power was gently infused into the Blue Silver Emperor's body. The branches and trunk of the Blue Silver Emperor grew rapidly, emitting brilliant golden light, like a golden sun. The golden afterglow shone on Tang Yuehua and Shui Bing'er, and the two felt extremely relaxed and enjoyed themselves. The Holy Tiger Soul wagged its tail, greedily absorbing the golden afterglow containing pure energy, and felt its own cultivation level rising rapidly. The Blue Silver Emperor quickly occupied an area of ​​dozens of square meters. Each blade of grass was two feet wide, and the clear golden lines sparkled in the sunlight. At its top, a burst of blue-gold light flickered, and condensed into a faint shadow in the air. It looked about thirty years old and was extremely beautiful. She stared at her two children who made her proud. Then her eyes focused on Qian Renchuan who was still sitting cross-legged.

She sacrificed herself because Qianxunji died and she was heartbroken. If Qianxunji could not come back, what would be the point of her rebirth. At this moment, ten soul rings, eight red and two gold, appeared under Qian Renchuan's feet. The vast Shura divine power was released and gathered in one place. The flesh and blood slowly reunited to form a familiar figure with a handsome face, long golden hair, an upright body, and a platinum-colored robe, which looked extremely noble. This is the most handsome appearance of Qianxunji in Qianrenchuan's memory. Qianrenchuan has opened his eyes, and is staring at the new figure with persistence and determination. He speaks word by word, almost touchingly, like the cry of a homeless child: "Resurrection! My father." (End of this chapter)