Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

That sounds amazing.

Ling Feng nodded without saying a word.

Qian Renxue's soul power surged into the golden bead, and the bead began to glow.

At first, it was just a faint light, like a firefly, but gradually, the light grew stronger and brighter, like a small sun.

The candlelight in the shrine flickered in the light, softening the faces of the angel statues and shimmering the defensive runes on the walls.

Qian Renxue frowned slightly. She sensed that the power contained in that bead was far greater, more vast, and more violent than she had imagined.

That is the power of a god, not something mortals can easily withstand.

Golden light emanated from the bead, flowing into Qian Renxue's meridians through her palm.

That power was intense and violent, like molten iron flowing through veins. Wherever it passed, meridians expanded, bones trembled, and blood boiled.

Qian Renxue's body began to tremble, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. The sweat slid down her cheeks and dripped onto her white clothes, where it quickly evaporated.

Her brows furrowed more and more, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her soul power surged wildly within her body, trying to suppress the violent divine power.

But the divine power was too strong, so strong that her soul power was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, completely unable to resist.

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth and remained silent.

She knew this was a test.

The soul ring bestowed upon her by God was not given to her for nothing.

She needs to conquer it with her will, tame it with her soul power, and fuse with it with her bloodline.

If she fails to do so, the divinely bestowed soul ring will backfire, causing damage to her martial soul at best and dissipation of her soul power at worst.

She cannot fail, she cannot lose.

She made a promise to the angel god, she made a promise to her grandfather, she made a promise to Ling Feng.

She couldn't let them down.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes, her consciousness sinking into the depths of her sea of ​​consciousness.

There, the phantom of an eight-winged angel floated silently, its eight wings fluttering slightly, and golden light illuminated the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

Within the light, the golden bead was slowly rotating. With each rotation, a wisp of divine power surged from the bead and merged into the phantom of the eight-winged angel.

Qian Renxue's consciousness transformed into a golden light and flew towards the bead.

She wants to conquer it, tame it, and integrate it.

She would use her will to make the bead submit.

The golden light collided with the golden beads, bursting into a dazzling brilliance.

Qian Renxue's consciousness jolted suddenly as she sensed the will within the bead—the will of the angel god, ancient and vast, compassionate and majestic, like the ocean, like the starry sky.

That will was asking her: Are you ready?

Are you ready to accept my power, ready to assume my responsibilities, ready to become the new Angel God?

Qian Renxue did not hesitate; her consciousness transformed into a steadfast light, heading towards that will.

Ready.

From the moment she awakened her martial spirit at the age of six, she was ready.

From the moment she first stood before the angel statue and vowed to become the strongest angel, she was ready.

From the moment she received the angelic inheritance and underwent the nine tests of the angels, she was ready.

The will of the angel god was silent for a moment, then it smiled.

The smile was faint, but genuine.

Okay, let me see how much you can handle.

The golden bead suddenly exploded, and countless golden light spots poured into Qian Renxue's sea of ​​consciousness, her meridians, and her martial soul like a torrential rain.

That power was more violent, more intense, and more vast than before.

Qian Renxue's body trembled violently, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, her robes were soaked with sweat, and her long hair was disheveled and stuck to her face.

But she didn't make a sound, she didn't fall, she didn't give up.

She gritted her teeth, channeled her soul power, and guided the golden light spots toward the location of her seventh soul ring.

Time passed by, second by second.

One hour, two hours, three hours.

Qian Renxue's aura was changing, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, sometimes stable, and sometimes chaotic.

Her face was sometimes pale, sometimes flushed, and her brows were sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed.

The golden light emanating from her body sometimes shone brightly, sometimes dimmed, and her eight-winged angelic phantom sometimes appeared solid, sometimes ethereal.

Qian Daoliu stood at a distance, his hands behind his back, but his fingers were trembling slightly.

He has lived for over a hundred years and has witnessed countless geniuses breaking through and countless soul masters condensing soul rings.

But he had never seen a divinely bestowed soul ring, nor had he ever seen a mortal bear divine power.

He could only watch and wait.

He believed in Qian Renxue, believed in his granddaughter, and believed in the descendants of the angels.

Ling Feng leaned against the door frame, his face pale, but his gaze remained fixed on Qian Renxue.

His spiritual power enveloped the entire hall, and no movement could escape his perception.

He could sense the fluctuations of soul power within Qian Renxue's body, the ferocity of that divine power, and Qian Renxue's pain.

But he didn't make a move; he knew this was Qian Renxue's own battle.

He could only watch and wait.

Jin Chen stood quietly beside Ling Feng, a rare moment of tranquility.

He looked at Qian Renxue, at her pained expression, at the golden light emanating from her, and a feeling he couldn't quite put into words welled up inside him.

He wanted to help, but he knew he couldn't.

He could only watch and wait.

In the fourth hour, Qian Renxue's breathing finally stabilized.

Chapter 143 The Terrifying Effects of the True Martial Soul Form

Golden light gathered around her, slowly rotating like a giant vortex.

At the center of the vortex, a golden spirit ring is slowly taking shape.

That was the seventh spirit ring. It wasn't black, it wasn't red, it was gold—the color of the angel god's original power.

The golden spirit ring slowly rotated around Qian Renxue, becoming more solid with each rotation.

Its age is increasing—ten thousand years, twenty thousand years, thirty thousand years, forty thousand years, fifty thousand years.

Qian Renxue's body jolted violently.

Fifty thousand years has reached the limit of what she can endure.

But the golden spirit rings continued to rise, 60,000 years, 70,000 years, 80,000 years.

Qian Renxue's face turned as pale as paper, her body trembled violently, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her robes were soaked with sweat.

But she didn't stop, because she knew she could endure even more.

She is no ordinary Soul Master; she is the successor of the Eight-Winged Angel, the inheritor of the Angel God, and she can bear much more.

Ninety thousand years.

The golden spirit ring finally stopped.

Ninety thousand years is far less than Ling Feng's three hundred and eighty thousand years, but for a Soul Emperor of level seventy-one, a seventh soul ring of ninety thousand years is already an unimaginable limit for ordinary people.

Qian Renxue opened her eyes, and golden light shone from them, illuminating the entire hall.

Her aura surged, reaching level 71, 72, and 73.

It climbed all the way to the peak of level 73 before stopping.

Her martial spirit was also undergoing a transformation. The phantom of the eight-winged angel became more solid, and golden flames emanated from the edges of the eight wings—the power of the angel god.

Behind her, a pair of golden wings slowly unfurled; those were the soul bone skills of the right leg bone of the Angelic Armor—Angel Wings.

Qian Renxue stood up. Her body stopped trembling, her breathing became normal, and her eyes were no longer confused.

She looked at her hands, those long, slender, fair hands, which were now gleaming with a faint golden light.

She clenched her fist, feeling the new power within her.

The seventh spirit ring, 90,000 years old, golden.

Seventh Soul Skill: Angelic True Form.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes, sensing the power contained within the golden soul ring.

Angelic form, martial spirit form, but more than just martial spirit form.

In her true angel form, her eight-winged angel will temporarily evolve into a twelve-winged angel, gaining some of the power of the angel god.

Speed, strength, defense, and soul power are all enhanced.

At the same time, she can briefly borrow the authority of the angel god—judgment.

Trial.

Unlike the sixth soul skill, Angelic Judgment, which is a single-target attack, Judgment is an area-of-effect attack.

Once cast, all evil within a hundred feet of her will be judged by the angel.

The deeper the evil, the heavier the judgment.

If a fallen soul master has committed heinous crimes, the judgment can directly purify them.

However, the trial is extremely taxing, and with her current cultivation level, she can only use it once at most before she is exhausted.