Chapter 399

The typhoon has passed, I am still alive, no water, no electricity, no internet; finally managed to send this out, make do with it, it might be better tomorrow.

"Grandfather! Grandfather!"

Qian Renxue let out a cry of pain, struggling desperately.

Suddenly, her hand was pulled by that strange suction force,

moving from the gem on the hilt onto the hilt itself.

With a loud hum,

the long sword that had been thrust before the Angel statue was actually pulled out by her by force.

Golden light erupted instantly,

the entire Angel Temple turned into a dazzling golden ball of light,

illuminating the night sky just like the sun,

illuminating everything around it, and also swallowing Qian Renxue's body.

Inside the Angel Temple,

all the patterns ignited with intense golden flames.

Qian Renxue only felt her body move, and she had already changed position.

That grey Angel statue had by now completely turned golden,

spreading its arms wide,

and tightly hugging her body.

The next moment,

Qian Renxue suddenly felt as if something had merged into her body.

The diamond-shaped gem on her forehead shone with brilliant radiance,

and vast energy fluctuations rose amidst constant eruptions.

Amidst bursts of violent roaring,

her heart could no longer spare the energy for sorrow.

The shocking scene made everything before her eyes turn completely golden,

and even her Spirit turned golden.

She temporarily lost the ability to think.

A majestic voice rang out from all directions,

and all the golden light solidified completely within the Angel Temple at this moment.

"Angel! Descent!"

The golden light on the temple suddenly dimmed,

the Angel statue in the center had already disappeared,

and all that remained was Qian Renxue alone.

Behind her,

those three pairs of six wings had completely turned into golden wings and were fully extended.

With her eyes closed, she let her long golden hair fly behind her head,

her right hand holding high that ancient-looking long sword she had just pulled out,

and her entire body was blooming with intense golden flames.

Starting from the tip of the long sword, feather-like patterns began to spread downwards,

spreading over the long sword, and gradually passing onto Qian Renxue's body,

spreading over her face, spreading to her body.

With a soft 'ding' sound,

all the clothes on her body had completely disappeared,

revealing her perfect torso.

Those strange patterns,

just like clothes on Qian Renxue's body,

gradually slid down, enveloping her entire person within them,

strange golden light shining in alternation, constantly bursting forth with dazzling radiance.

Her consciousness gradually recovered, her Spirit awakened in pain,

Qian Renxue only felt that every part of her body was plunged into numbness,

as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at her body.

Pain is often easy to endure,

but this itching, numbing sensation was far more terrifying than pain.

The terrifying numbing itch made Qian Renxue wish she were dead,

even losing the ability to think.

That numbing itch seemed to emanate from her bone marrow,

and her entire person was enduring extremely violent agony within it.

She wanted to scream,

but could not make a sound at all.

She wanted to scratch,

but her body could not move in the slightest.

This never-before-experienced pleasure caused her entire being to sink into endless agony.

Her spirit could collapse at any moment.

At a time like this, she had absolutely no possibility of thinking about the words Qian Daoliu had spoken earlier,

and she could not even release the sorrow of her grandfather's Sacrifice for her to inherit the godhood.

But she understood one thing:

once her soul could no longer withstand this pain,

then, her entire being would completely collapse.

Not only would she fail to inherit the godhood, but she would also turn to dust within this Angel Temple.

Gradually, Qian Renxue's consciousness began to grow somewhat blurred.

Suddenly,

a figure appeared within her soul; it was the noble Bibi Dong, dressed in robes.

Bibi Dong was watching her with cold and noble eyes,

and her voice subsequently rang out in the depths of Qian Renxue's soul.

"Do you not want to surpass me? Do you not hate me? I am waiting for you."

"Qian Xunji was killed by me. If you want to avenge him, just come and find me."

Qian Renxue's spirit gave a violent Shake, and she even cast off some of that intense itching and numbness.

"Bibi Dong, I hate you, I hate you. You are simply not fit to be my mother."

"But I will not kill you; I will take away the power you want most, and let you experience the taste of pain as well."

Bibi Dong's figure gradually blurred before her eyes,

and as it vanished into nothingness, what Qian Renxue saw

was her look of disdain.

Disdain from an enemy can better stimulate the strength within one's heart.

The strength from her soul suddenly increased,

and Qian Renxue's willpower instantly became powerful.

Her soul, which had been on the verge of collapse, solidified once more,

crazily resisting the pain brought about by that itching sensation.

Time passed second by second,

and the pain her body endured became increasingly intense.

The willpower she had managed to gather with such difficulty began to dissipate again,

and her soul once more became unstable.

No,

I must hold on,

I must succeed!

Qian Renxue screamed crazily in the depths of her soul,

but the constantly increasing pain made her soul as fragile as if it were swaying in a storm.

Her soul became illusory once again.

At this moment, another faint phantom appeared in the depths of her mind.

"Child, do not give up,"

"You must hold on. This is the opportunity your grandfather exchanged his life for!"

This time, the phantom that appeared was none other than Qian Daoliu; golden flames burned upon his body,

and his gaze, filled with hope and encouragement, constantly stimulated Qian Renxue's soul,

causing that scattered soul to solidify once again.

"Grandfather, I will not give up, I will certainly succeed. Please rest assured."

"I will definitely become the strongest. I will fulfill your dying wish for you."

"Grandfather, give me strength, let me withstand this pain."

Inside the Angel Temple, Qian Renxue's body trembled violently,

and with every tremble, the golden patterns on her body became a bit more intense.

Her body also underwent constant changes under the effect of those golden patterns and the rising golden light flames.

Qian Renxue, who was already over thirty years old,

gradually began to grow younger.

At this moment, she looked like she was eighteen or nineteen years old,

but her figure had become even fuller than before.

Her waist was extremely slender,

yet her chest was high and upright.

A perfect curve appeared at her waist and hips,

and her rounded buttocks extended downward into long, shapely legs.

Especially under the reflection of those golden light patterns,

it was even more dreamlike and illusory.

On her forehead,

that golden diamond-shaped gem had shattered at some unknown time.

It transformed into a golden Seal that appeared on her forehead.

That Seal was exactly in the likeness of a Six-Winged Angel,

as if a miniature statue of the Angel God had been embedded into her forehead.

At the moment this Seal appeared,

it was precisely when Qian Renxue's soul was first unable to hold on,

and when her body underwent a change,

becoming younger, it was exactly when she was unable to hold on for the second time.

At this moment, Qian Renxue had become incomparably sacred,

with golden flames erupting from her entire body,

especially the six wings on her back,

which were as if cast from golden flames,

and every flap caused a flash of distorted gold to ripple through the surroundings.

Suddenly,

a sharp shriek erupted from Qian Renxue's body,

and the tingling sensation she felt herself increased manifold,

causing her soul, which had just been firmly guarded, to face a crisis once again.

And outside her body,

accompanied by a layer of golden mist that suddenly burst open,

from within her body, as well as from the void,

a total of six strange golden bones appeared around her body.

The golden light patterns on Qian Renxue's body scattered instantly,

revealing her smooth and translucent delicate body,

and all those patterns turned into streaks of golden light,

merging into those six strange bones.

That's right, these six golden bones,

were the world-renowned treasure of the Spirit Hall,

the Angel Suit.

Before coming here, Qian Renxue had already fused with five of them,

and only the final body soul bone remained, which she had not dared to fuse with,

but now, during this inheritance process,

whether they had been fused or not,

they all appeared by her side.

Each soul bone began to undergo strange changes under the infiltration of the golden light patterns,

the soul bones no longer shaped like bones, but gradually melting,

merging into one with the surrounding golden light patterns,

gradually turning into something like water,

transforming into large amounts of golden liquid, condensing into a huge ball of light,

floating three meters in front of Qian Renxue's chest.

Qian Renxue was struggling bitterly to hold on,

the suddenly intensified pain nearly caused her to collapse, but her mind was filled with the encouragement her grandfather had given her,

as well as the shock of that scene when her grandfather performed the Sacrifice,

constantly stimulating her soul to forcibly hold on.

But how long could this last?

Boom—

The ball of light, condensed from the six soul bones of the Angel Suit and all the golden light halos, moved like a shooting star chasing the moon,

and crashed directly into Qian Renxue.

In an instant, all the liquid flowed rapidly along the curves of her body over her entire being,

enveloping her whole person within it.

And at this very moment, incomparable pain suddenly slammed into Qian Renxue's soul,

and almost instantly, the sound of her soul shattering emerged.

The feeling of pain increased by another fold; even if Qian Renxue's will were firmer, she would still be unable to hold on.

"It's over."

Qian Renxue only felt that her soul had already developed cracks,

and these cracks were spreading rapidly,

as if it were about to collapse in the next instant.

Is it ending just like this?

Have I ultimately failed to become the Angel God?

Unwillingness gnawed at her heart like ants,

No, I do not want to fail like this.

I must succeed, I must succeed!

Qian Renxue was screaming frantically in her heart,

but it still failed to stop the shattering of her Spirit. And at this extremely critical juncture,

suddenly, within her Spirit, a third figure emerged.

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment.

The two figures that had appeared previously were Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu respectively, which had also helped her form two obsessions,

thereby helping her overcome two difficult trials.

She understood that although she hated Bibi Dong in her heart,

yet, Bibi Dong, just like her grandfather,

both occupied an extremely important position deep within her heart.

However,

apart from them,

could there really be anyone else who could form an obsession in her heart?

This third figure,

who exactly was it? Could it be that, for her,

there was someone even more important than her grandfather and Bibi Dong?

The third figure gradually became clear within her consciousness.

It was a woman, a young woman.

Long black hair draped over her back,

and her golden eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through everything, were filled with the light of profound wisdom.

Her slender figure was noble and elegant.

Before her, a harp floated quietly.

She slowly raised her hands,

and her slender fingers brushed against the strings of the harp.

The crisp, tinkling sound transformed into a perfect melody, permeating Qian Renxue's Spirit.

It also sounded like the cracking of her Spirit.

It was her; how could it be her?

The shock in Qian Renxue's heart could not be greater.

She knew very well that the later an obsession appeared in her heart,

the more important that person was to her.

This was also the reason why she did not understand who else could appear after Qian Daoliu.

In her view, within her own heart, her grandfather was already the most important person.

But only at this very moment did she realize that, long, long ago,

another person had quietly slipped into her heart, and at the same time, left a Seal in the deepest part of her heart.

Only at this moment did she quietly appear.

Forming the third obsession that helped her overcome the God Tribulation.

Qian Renxue wanted to cry.

At this time, her Spirit had reached an extremely fragile state.

She even wanted to give up everything before her.

However, the sound of the harp that kept permeating her heart

was helping her, bit by bit, to erase the shattered traces on her Spirit.

That woman, with a faint smile always on her face, played elegantly and nobly,

as if she were telling her innermost thoughts to Qian Renxue.

Light and shadow flashed, and within Qian Renxue's Spirit,

her own body appeared, a naked body,

walking step by step toward the woman gently stroking the harp. She, deep within this Spirit,

was her own Spirit origin. And this Spirit origin

was precisely drawn out by the woman playing the harp.

At this moment, all the itchy and painful sensations seemed to have lessened.

Tears flowed down the face of the human figure condensed from Qian Renxue's Spirit origin.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she called out with a choked voice...

"Ye Lin, it's actually you..."

All these images appearing in the depths of Qian Renxue's Spirit were entirely produced by the most profound memories in her heart.

But she never expected that this third obsession would come from Ye Lin.

She had only ever made use of her,

so how could she have such a deep obsession for her?

The woman gently stroking the harp before her,

wasn't that exactly how Ye Lin looked when she performed at the Yuexuan graduation ceremony?

Only now did Qian Renxue understand,

that Ye Lin had already been etched into her memory back then.

This was the only person who had walked into her heart.

When the Heaven Dou Palace Coup failed back then, all the hard work of so many years was washed away.

It was also Ye Lin who helped her take it back again.

Hearing the call of Qian Renxue,

the figure of Ye Lin, deep within her soul, slowly stood up.

With a smile on her face, she looked at her,

and opened her arms to her; the harp vanished,

leaving only the warm embrace of Ye Lin,

which seemed to be saying, "Come here..."

She threw herself into that embrace almost without hesitation.

A comfort that warmed and permeated her soul instantly spread throughout her entire body.

It was as if all her pain had completely vanished at this moment.

She hugged the elegant and noble woman before her tightly,

as if she wanted to merge her own body into hers.