Chapter 228: Difficult to Distinguish Between Reality and Illusion 2

Inside the golden, radiant hall, Qian Daoliu saw Qian Renxue's five-year-old "her" in the illusion, before Qian Yuelong was even born, and looked over with those kind yet majestic dark golden eyes.

Her gaze was deep and meaningful. Although she didn't speak, Qian Yuelong knew what Qian Daoliu wanted to express.

Yes.

What she prepared for Qian Renxue was the original world plot, without the interference and existence of her butterfly.

These are all true stories that happened to "Qian Renxue".

Having set up this "illusion," she was already prepared to face Qian Daoliu's questioning and disgust.

Qian Yuelong smiled at Qian Daoliu.

Her smile was as clean and pure as ever, conveying a touch of intimacy, but with an added hint of serene clarity.

Unexpectedly, Qian Yuelong's solution was the werewolf's self-destruction: [...]

[Aaaaaah! Host, what are you doing?! Why did you reveal your true identity?!]

When the host was reincarnated into the Douluo World, it went to great lengths to ensure the host's legitimate existence and even deceived the gods of the Douluo World!

But now!

It collapsed and covered its round, shiny head with its tiny little hands.

If the other party intends to kill us, even the main system can't save us!

Qian Yuelong did not respond to 886, but stared at Qian Daoliu, waiting for the verdict.

The two stared at each other in mid-air for a long time.

The first to close his eyes and silently yield was Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu sighed silently in his heart, raised his hand, and gently placed it on Qian Yuelong's soft, silvery-white hair, stroking it twice with a soothing gesture.

"Blood ties don't define everything. Even if you're not Xiaoxue's sister, I believe you'll still form a deep bond with us."

Whether as a trusted confidant to whom they could entrust their lives, or as Qian Daoliu, a member of the Spirit Hall's golden generation who witnessed Qian Yuelong's journey, he was certain that some people are born to shine like luminous pearls.

Even if it gets covered in dust, it's only temporary.

A pearl is still a pearl.

It is the most proud jewel of the Spirit Hall.

Qian Daoliu's gaze softened: "I'm surprised, but also pleased. I'm pleased that you're willing to trust us. I originally thought I would carry this secret until I die."

The amount of information revealed in this sentence was somewhat beyond Qian Yuelong's expectations.

Her eyes widened slightly, and a rare look of astonishment appeared on her delicate face.

"You already knew?"

This is impossible!

886's exclamation overlapped with Qian Yuelong's voice.

Qian Daoliu smiled slightly: "I am, after all, an offering to a god."

The memories of others have become blurred, but his own realm has reached that of a demigod, a being who can faintly touch upon the laws of nature. It is not so easy to "deceive" his eyes.

As for the "illusion" that Yuelong prepared for Xiaoxue...

Qian Daoliu's gaze deepened slightly.

His intuition told him that this was not just an illusion.

Qian Daoliu lowered his head and met Qian Yuelong's eyes.

Qian Yuelong blinked, everything was understood without words.

886 was too preoccupied to notice the staring contest between the grandfather and grandson, still lost in its own self-imposed isolation at having its cheating discovered long ago.

After the candid revelation, the grandfather and granddaughter exchanged a brief, harmonious glance before tacitly moving on from the topic and continuing to watch the "illusion" that Qian Renxue was experiencing.

The peaceful atmosphere lasted until Qian Daoliu saw Bibi Dong appear before Qian Xunji, whose internal injuries had not yet healed. The smile on his lips tightened, and he watched expressionlessly as Bibi Dong in the "illusion" used her external soul bone to kill Qian Xunji, and even absorbed and refined his flesh and blood and cultivation.

Qian Yuelong keenly sensed that her grandfather's calm demeanor suddenly froze, as if a frozen ocean of ice concealed countless murderous intents.

Grandpa, how are you?

Qian Yuelong looked at Qian Daoliu, whose face was cold and stern, with some concern.

Qian Daoliu closed his eyes to calm himself down, and when he opened them again, he was calm and serene, exuding a divine tranquility.

"...It's alright."

Qian Daoliu shifted his gaze back to the projection in mid-air, and seeing Qian Renxue's stunned expression, he let out a sigh.

"I bear a great deal of responsibility for how things turned out this way. But it's too late to say anything now."

Whether or not Yuelong exists, the conflict between Bibi Dong and Xunji has become an irreconcilable hatred.

There is absolutely no chance of saving it.

The turmoil within the offering hall subsided, but the shock Qian Renxue experienced was only just beginning.

After watching Bibi Dong cruelly refine Qian Xunji's flesh and soul power, Qian Renxue's lips trembled. Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palms as she unexpectedly felt an intense, real pain.

No, that's not true.

It's just an illusion created by inner demons!

Qian Renxue's eyes were filled with coldness, as if a layer of sharp ice had been formed, carrying a chilling aura: "You think you can sway me like this? How laughable!"

The father and mother have a strained relationship, but that doesn't mean they're so at odds that they'd want to kill each other at any moment!

If... she really hates her father so much that she wants to kill him with her own hands, then what about her and Yuelong, who also have half of her father's blood in their veins?

If you really hate them to this extent, your attitude towards them when you were a child would have gone beyond just being indifferent and driving them away, right?

Qian Renxue tried to convince herself.

My hard-won composure froze once again when I caught a glimpse of a figure flashing by in the passageway on the other side of the dark room.

That is...

"...grandfather?"

With immense difficulty, Qian Renxue uttered the name of another close relative.

Qian Daoliu, who had perfectly concealed his aura, stared expressionlessly at Bibi Dong, who was refining his son's flesh and soul power. His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched tightly, and his arms trembled slightly.

Qian Renxue could read the surging killing intent in Qian Daoliu's eyes, but for some reason, Qian Daoliu held back.

He gave Bibi Dong, who had entered a meditative state, a deep look, then turned away coldly. His back looked as if he had aged considerably. He walked silently, just as he had come, and quietly left the dark room.

The next day, news spread throughout the Spirit Hall that Pope Qian Xunji had died from severe injuries sustained in his battle with Tang Hao.

Qian Renxue stared blankly at the familiar yet slightly different developments before her eyes, watching as she was sent to infiltrate the Tiandou Empire, following the path she remembered, spending her days amidst the intrigues and power struggles of the royal family, growing increasingly silent.

At this moment, Qian Renxue felt an unprecedented sense of bewilderment and deep uncertainty.

The passage of time is meaningless here; it is ambiguous.

After watching for a while, she would even become immersed in it, forgetting that it was just an "illusion".

Because it is terrifyingly real and detailed.

Qian Renxue's legs were rooted to the spot as she looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Crown Prince of Tiandou, "Xue Qinghe".

The other person was looking into a full-length mirror.

In the mirror, her original posture was clearly reflected.

Xue Qinghe's pupils contracted as he noticed this uninvited guest.

Who are you?!

She heard Xue Qinghe shout angrily.

—A side note—

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! (Sending love)~