The number of wings an Angel Martial Soul owner can spread behind their back increases with their strength. This expansion follows a pattern: ten to fifty should grant two wings, fifty to ninety should grant four wings, and only above ninety can the full six wings be unfurled.
Due to a childhood fusion with an Angel head spirit bone, Qian Renxue could spread two pairs of wings before reaching the Soul King realm. However, the current situation was that she had already unfurled a complete six wings without reaching the Soul King realm!
Such a fact was truly astonishing.
Qian Renxue gazed at the floating sword sheath before her, her beautiful purple eyes still tinged with lingering tenderness. Just as she was about to reach out and grasp it.
The opponent suddenly erupted in a brilliant light, the entire sword sheath transforming into a lightning bolt that streaked through the air. Its speed was so incredible that in the blink of an eye, everyone lost sight of it.
Watching the sword sheath vanish into the sky, Qian Renxue suddenly let out a fond, warm smile.
"So, you wanted to be the sheath for the Angel's Sacred Sword, to become the protector of an angel!"
She didn't know the reason for this change, but she knew and could feel its origin.
The profound and continuous connection between them, like threads, after their martial soul fusion, still existed even now.
It was precisely because of this connection that Qian Renxue could clearly sense the burning heat rising from her heart, and where it came from.
Wang Zhong was the source of that fervent emotion and pure faith.
"Xiao Xue, are you alright?"
Qian Daoliu descended before Qian Renxue, his voice filled with both confusion and concern.
"I'm fine, Grandpa."
"I feel very good now!"
Qian Renxue replied with a smile. The soul power surging within her was even more sacred and pure, and her own strength had been astonishingly boosted during that martial soul evolution. She was now ready to acquire her fifth soul ring.
A Soul King at fifteen years old should have been enough to shock the entire continent. Yet, even she paled in comparison under the presence of a certain figure.
"Then, Xiao Xue, do you know what happened to your martial soul?"
Qian Daoliu probed. Although this was the second time he had seen the twelve-winged Angel Martial Soul, he still hadn't found any relevant records to this day.
Such a change in a martial soul had never occurred in the Qian family throughout history.
"If the information from my martial soul is correct, then my martial soul should now be called the Twelve-Winged Angel God King," Qian Renxue explained calmly and gently, her hand resting on her chest where her heart beat with fervent warmth, filled with immeasurable divine and radiant aura.
"Angel, God King!"
Qian Daoliu's body began to tremble at this simple statement.
As an Angel Guardian, he possessed an understanding of the divine rank hierarchy far surpassing others.
On the continent, divine ranks were divided from highest to lowest: God King, First-Rank Deity, Second-Rank Deity, Third-Rank Deity, and finally, Guardian.
Although Guardians were deeply connected to divine inheritance, they were fundamentally not gods. Only the first four ranks were considered deities.
And between each of the first four ranks of deities, the difference was unimaginably vast. The Angelic divine rank was ultimately only a First-Rank Deity, the same level as Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God. There was a world of difference between them and the God King position.
Yet now, his granddaughter, before his very eyes, had elevated a First-Rank Deity rank to that of a God King. Such a shocking reality made Qian Daoliu feel as if he were caught in a dream.
Furthermore, with the Angel's Sacred Sword now merged into Qian Renxue's martial soul, becoming a part of her body, did this imply that the future Angelic God King position was inevitably hers?
Or, was the current Qian Renxue already an Angelic God, and would she gradually grow into an Angel God King as her cultivation increased?
Either of these speculations was enough to make Qian Daoliu burst into laughter.
However, he managed to restrain himself.
"Good, good, very good!"
"Xiao Xue, I had thought I saw hope for the angels' return to the world in you, but I never imagined that..."
"You would be so compatible with the Angelic divine rank, forcefully elevating it to the God King level!"
"You are the pride of my Qian family, and the hope of this continent!"
Qian Daoliu finally let out a booming laugh, his handsome face filled with joy and excitement.
However, Qian Renxue shook her head gently at this matter, her voice carrying a hint of longing and yearning.
"Grandpa, the one who caused my Angel Martial Soul to evolve was not me."
"It was the person I think of, yearn for, and love."
Where are you now?
How far have your travels taken you?
Are you injured?
Do you miss me?
The nascent love, already deepened by the cold and lonely palace, now surged with pure faith and fervent emotion inspired by the one she loved.
Qian Renxue's love for Wang Zhong had reached a level that was unattainable, even unimaginable, by anyone else.
"It's him!"
Qian Daoliu's brows twitched. Although Qian Renxue hadn't explicitly stated it, the person who could elicit such an expression and tone from his granddaughter could be no one other than Wang Zhong.
Recalling the Twelve-Winged Angel God King martial soul fusion skill he had witnessed in the Star Dou Great Forest, he vaguely began to understand, but upon closer reflection, he still found it somewhat inexplicable.
Given the immeasurable distance between them, how could another person influence this person's martial soul and cause it to evolve? Such a fact was truly bewildering.
However, such matters were not important. As long as the changes in Qian Renxue were progressing in a positive direction, everything else could be overlooked.
"Let's go, Xiao Xue, we'll go down."
"Your uncles are also eager to know about the changes in you."
At Qian Daoliu's reminder, Qian Renxue finally noticed the tall, upright figures in the distance at the plaza.
"Yes, alright!"
The two transformed into a beam of light and descended. Qian Renxue cupped her fists slightly towards the six figures before her and said softly, "Qian Renxue greets my uncles."
The six figures varied in height and build, some robust, others slender, but each offered Qian Renxue a warm and gentle smile.
They were the six Enshrined Elders of the Hall of Worship.
The Second Enshrined Elder, Golden Crocodile, a level ninety-eight, Assault-type, peak Douluo, was tall and sturdy, exuding an air of authority.
The Third Enshrined Elder, Azure Phoenix, a level ninety-seven, Assault-type, peak Douluo, was tall and well-built, handsome but with an underlying coldness. This was not directed at Qian Renxue, but rather how he treated everyone.
The Fourth Enshrined Elder, Lion, a level ninety-seven, Assault-type, peak Douluo, was also robust, but more rugged than Golden Crocodile, with a somewhat aged face.
The Fifth Enshrined Elder, Light Feather, a level ninety-six, Assault-type, peak Douluo, resembled a young child, though he was well over a hundred years old. Half of his right cheek was covered by a thick layer of ice, a rather peculiar sight.
The Sixth and Seventh Enshrined Elders were brothers, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo. Their martial souls were identical, as were their soul power levels, both being level ninety-six, Assault-type, peak Douluos. Their appearances were also quite similar, though one wore blue armor and the other red.
The six bowed in unison to Qian Renxue, saying, "Young Master!"
These six were all loyal to the Angel lineage. Qian Daoliu had placed great hopes in Qian Renxue, considering her the undisputed successor to the Angelic divine rank, and naturally, she was their Young Master.