If it weren't for the house numbers, she really wouldn't be able to tell the direction.
Angel Village is more like a prosperous city than a village. Ling Chang′e had seen more than a dozen cities since she came to Wuhun City from the Tiandou Empire. There were even first-tier cities among them—major centers in the Tiandou Empire—yet their prosperity couldn't compare to that of a small Angel Village.
It might appear to be a village, but in reality, it was a bustling city. Ling Chang′e was astonished by its prosperity.
She wondered: Angel Village wasn't named after a city—perhaps because the two empires did not allow it. The very fact that the Spirit Hall owns a Spirit City that does not belong to the two empires was enough to cause trouble for them.
She recalled from the original novel the extent of the conflict between the two empires and the Spirit Hall. In many ways, the Spirit Hall acted as a third party; without its intervention, the two empires might have been at war long ago. It just so happened that both empires once coveted the Spirit Hall, but they temporarily gave up that idea because of its formidable strength.
If her guess was right, then the Douluo Continent was far from peaceful. The confrontation between the Spirit Hall and the two empires was conducted in secret and rarely exposed.
Moving on, Ling Chang′e saw, with her remarkable eyesight, a golden palace towering over 100 meters high. It was entirely golden, with golden feathers adorning the eaves and golden tassels hanging from the sides. When the wind blew, the tassels would collide with one another—a beautiful sight indeed.
The palace's sheer size was shocking even from a distance.
She also noticed a golden statue of an angel in front of the palace. This statue stood over 20 meters tall, with three pairs of golden wings that seemed poised to spread and take flight. The angel's face was clear and heroic. Below the statue was a golden pedestal inscribed with the words "My God – Angel God Qian Yuhan," unmistakably linking the angel clan to their revered god. The fact that the name of Angel God Qian Yuhan was so prominently remembered spoke volumes about the faith the angels placed in him.
Ling Chang′e gently poked Guangling Douluo with her little hand, signaling that she wanted to get down from his arms. Arriving at such a solemn and sacred place, she knew she had to stand on the ground; it would be disrespectful to violate the customs of the angel clan.
Still possessing her self-awareness, Ling Chang′e maintained her dignity.
Guangling Douluo immediately understood her unspoken request. Without a word, he set her down on the ground and then looked ahead with an envious glimmer in his right eye. "This palace is as prosperous as the Worship Hall," he thought, recognizing the immense effort the Spirit Hall had invested in it.
Above the palace soared a golden sword, from which emanated the sacred aura of Angel Village. Layer upon layer of golden light was visible to the naked eye, and one could feel the aura permeate the air.
It took three minutes to reach the palace after passing by the single-family villas. From a distance, the palace looked magnificent and uplifting, but upon closer inspection, it filled onlookers with nothing but awe and admiration. Such a miraculous work of art could only come from the hands of God.
After all, this palace was suspended in the air—it did not touch the ground but hovered thirty meters above it. It was a palace that truly bordered the sky, leaving everyone utterly stunned. Without seeing it firsthand, one might never believe that a palace could be so far from the ground as to nearly graze the heavens.
"God is omnipotent," was a thought that flashed through their minds.
Qian Daoliu, who was leading the way, stopped and said in a deep voice, "This palace is the inheritance palace of our clan. It is the core palace alongside the Angel Temple, and it is where the martial spirits of our angels, spanning all generations, have awakened."
This was also why Angel Village was not open to the public. The secrets of the angel race were meant to remain hidden. If such secrets were exposed, they would surely attract the greed of the world—a dangerous prospect for the angel race, for the human heart is greedy.
To protect their secret, the Angel Clan and the Spirit Hall had long worked together to minimize their public presence. Apart from the Spirit Hall, the only other sect aware of the angel clan's existence was the Haotian Sect—the leader of the seven major sects. Qian Daoliu's plain words carried a tone of pride.
"It's really eye-opening," Guangling Douluo remarked in surprise, a look of shock on his handsome face. It was his first time in Angel Village, and the splendor of these buildings was astonishing. Not even a Titled Douluo could build a palace like that—one that is completely suspended in mid-air without relying on soul power or a physical base. Such technology had not yet been achieved by anyone. While Titled Douluo might claim they can move mountains and fill seas, only those at level 99 could truly perform such feats; lower-level Titled Douluo, those who hadn't crossed the level 95 threshold, were still quite weak.
"It's hard to imagine that this palace was built 10,000 years ago," Guangling Douluo sighed slowly, "and yet it remains hidden in a village."
The foundation of the Spirit Hall was well known for its strength—even worshippers like them weren't entirely clear on its origins.
"It's nothing," Qian Daoliu said calmly, a confident look on his handsome face. "The angels have many more secrets."
At that moment, Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on Ling Chang′e, sending alarm bells ringing in her heart. She suddenly grew nervous, recalling Guangling Douluo's earlier words. Although she truly admired Qian Renxue, she did not wish to have anything to do with the angels.
"Let's go," Qian Daoliu ordered.
To Ling Chang′e's surprise, Qian Daoliu withdrew his intense gaze and turned to lead the way forward. As they entered the magnificent palace, the golden decorative style immediately caught their eyes. The entire palace was resplendent in gold, with a floor made of golden crystal that reflected their figures clearly.
At the heart of the palace lay a grand golden staircase, leading up to not a throne, but a round plate. Its design was crossed on both sides, reminiscent of a round dumpling, with a golden ball encircled in its center. Judging by its texture, the ball was probably made of crystal. Twelve gems were inlaid at the bottom of the disc, their glimmers reflecting onto the sphere above.
Ling Chang′e had initially assumed the hall would be sparsely populated, but to her astonishment, there were thirty children gathered there. They stood in orderly rows, their clear eyes fixed on the newcomers.
These children had golden hair, but their eye colors varied—a reminder to Ling Chang′e of Qian Renxue. The genetic legacy of the angel clan was undeniably powerful.
Among the thirty children, one boy with blond hair and golden eyes caught Ling Chang′e's attention, though he gave her an uneasy feeling. While the angel spirits of the angel clan awakened only once a year—meaning most angel clan children were between six and seven years old—this particular boy was different. Most children at that age were immature and exhibited childish behaviors, but he remained remarkably calm, exuding an air of power even as the others grew nervous and anxious.