Prior statement: This story leans toward the Spirit Hall. The Spirit Hall will surely win! The Spirit Empire will surely win! Original CPs are changed. Not friendly toward Tang San or the Clear Sky Clan! Enter with caution! Enter with caution! Enter with caution! Writing style is amateurish. Simply a self-indulgent fanfic for the Eastern Hall, wanting to give them career and love. If you don't like it, please refrain from harsh criticism, thank you! Romance: Main CP is lighthearted; side CP is melodramatic. The ages of the protagonist group are adjusted, and character relationships will also be adjusted. Likely OOC. Again, caution to passing readers before diving in. Angel Leng: Those are not your fault. Don't be blinded by past hatred. Take up your sword, cut down evil, and start anew! Angel Leng: Evil will eventually be defeated; justice will prevail! Angel Leng: Mission calls, faith is supreme. For justice, death is worth it! Bibi Dong: Once, someone destroyed me. I resented this world, I resented everyone, until that beam of light descended, and I saw the true beauty of this world. Bibi Dong: Your experience and knowledge shocked me. I didn't know who you were; I suspected your identity, but you shielded me from the temptation of Rakshasa, drove away evil, and I saw a new life. Bibi Dong: I once thought it was just your faith; I never imagined you would truly be willing to die. I don't want you to leave. Qian Renxue: The Angel martial soul in Douluo Continent has been passed down almost exclusively. Since Father left, only Grandfather and I remain in this world. But Grandfather said that after inheriting godhood, he would leave forever. I don't want to lose any more family. Qian Renxue: That person... I don't know why she detests or even hates me. I once longed for maternal love. I never imagined the truth of the past was so cruel; I never imagined she would voluntarily unveil that cruel veil; I never imagined we could return to family bonds. Qian Renxue: It turns out angels are not limited to the martial soul aspect. It turns out angels really exist. Someone opened a window for me. I begin to hope, I begin to fantasize—does that mysterious civilization really exist?