Eight-Winged Angel

Eight-Winged Angel

The six Enshrined exchanged uneasy looks at Qian Renxue's proposal. At their level of cultivation, unless they encountered someone they truly fancied, they generally had little interest in such matters.

Besides, the more powerful one's bloodline, the harder it was to produce offspring. Wasn't Qian Renxue's proposal simply forcing the impossible on them?

"Young Mistress, we really don't have the inclination for that." Lion Enshrined said.

The other Enshrined also shook their heads.

Qian Renxue took several beads unlike the previous ones from her Soul Tool and said, "These are Spirit Ring Enhancement Beads. Using one on an existing Soul Ring can increase its age by 20,000 years. Other than Grandpa and Grandpa Sky Crocodile, none of you possess a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring. That must be one of your regrets, right? With one of these Spirit Ring Enhancement Beads, your ninth ring can reach the Hundred-Thousand-Year level."

At those words, the Enshrined present immediately stared at Qian Renxue with blazing eyes.

Who wouldn't want a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring? Every Enshrined here had been a peerless genius in their youth, cultivating as though they had no bottlenecks, all the way to their current level. Yet the chasm between rank 97 and 98 had firmly separated them from those truly at the pinnacle. At the Worship Hall today, juniors in their eyes such as Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Xiong Ju had obtained Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings and absorbed Immortal Herbs. It was only a matter of time before they surpassed them. It was impossible not to envy them, but how could Soul Rings be replaced so easily? Once absorbed, there was no turning back.

Qian Renxue continued, "As long as you produce an heir, I will grant you one Spirit Ring Enhancement Bead."

Upon hearing this, the Enshrined immediately stopped resisting the matter of having children. Each began considering whom to marry and have children with.

Only Sky Crocodile wore a conflicted expression. How could he not be tempted by a Spirit Ring Enhancement Bead? His eighth ring was an eighty-thousand-year Soul Ring. If he obtained one, he would become a Soul Master with two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings. One more Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring meant one more layer of foundation; perhaps it could even help him break through the limits of his realm. But Sky Crocodile was even a generation senior to Qian Daoliu. Asking him to do that now... he had the desire, but not the ability.

"Well, Young Mistress, can we discuss this? I happen to have a son. How about letting him do this in my place?"

Seeing Sky Crocodile like this, Qian Renxue did not force him. "That's fine."

"Then many thanks, Young Mistress."

After Sky Crocodile went to arrange a match for his son and the other Enshrined went off to find partners, Qian Daoliu, who had remained silent until then, finally asked:

"Xue'er, since you have Spirit Ring Enhancement Beads, why don't you use them yourself? If you could raise all your Soul Rings beyond the Hundred-Thousand-Year level, your foundation for becoming a god would grow even deeper."

Qian Renxue said, "But I am someone who has ascended to godhood before. All my Soul Rings have already been enhanced once by God-Bestowed Spirit Rings. Spirit Ring Enhancement Beads cannot increase their age any further. These are treasures bestowed by the Divine Ancestor to strengthen Spirit Hall's foundation."

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu could not help feeling somewhat guilty. "Grandpa was too conservative. If I hadn't been so conservative after you awakened your martial soul, your foundation could have advanced another step as well."

"Grandpa, I haven't even been born yet in this timeline," Qian Renxue said with a smile.

"Haha, but isn't the grandpa from that timeline also me?" Qian Daoliu said.

"Mhm." Qian Renxue nodded. "But Grandpa, you needn't worry about my foundation. This Divine Seed is being absorbed by me, and in turn, it is becoming part of my foundation. The age of my Soul Rings is gradually increasing. Before long, I will reach—and perhaps even surpass—what Tang San achieved in his previous life."

With that, Qian Renxue summoned her martial soul. Her Six-Winged Fallen Angel now had an additional pair of wings, evolving into an Eight-Winged Angel. Unlike its six wings, black as ink, the newly born wings were covered in holy white feathers.

Decades of absorbing the Divine Seed since coming to this world had also brought her Soul Ring configuration to four black and five red. Among them, her eighth and ninth rings had already reached the level of ferocious beast Soul Rings.

This configuration was already unparalleled in this era, but it still fell short of Tang San's ultimate limit.

Having returned to this era, under Qian Renxue's leadership, Spirit Hall's strength would far surpass that of her previous life. Yet she understood clearly that what truly determined the outcome of that war was the power of gods.

But what did becoming a god amount to? Her mother and she had become First-level Gods, yet they had merely been chess pieces manipulated upon the ancient gods' chessboard.

Only a God King could escape the fate of a chess piece, and only a God King could...

Qian Renxue raised her head and closed her eyes tightly. She thought of the man who had fished her remnant soul from the river of time when she had sunk into it, giving her a second chance.

He and she shared a common enemy in Tang San, but the Tang San she faced had merely been a fledgling child. She had even become a god before Tang San, yet she had ultimately been defeated by him.

As for him, Tang San had already been a God King when he was born. From the moment of his birth, he had fallen into a God King's schemes. He endured in silence for ten thousand years before striking at the crucial moment and dealing with Tang San.

Qian Renxue knew he had not done this for her, but it would have been a lie to say she was not moved by the man who had saved her.

But she also knew that he had already escaped the fate of a chess piece, while she was merely a drowning woman who had just reached the shore.

"I once swore to protect others, and I once harbored thoughts of destroying everything. My heart had once been Goodness, and it had once fallen into Evil. Two opposing forces flow through my body. Only by balancing them, accepting the Angel God's inheritance, and ascending to godhood once more can I set foot in the realm of a God King."

Only by becoming a God King! Qian Renxue's gaze became incomparably resolute.

Huo Yuhao's divine voice suddenly interrupted Qian Renxue's thoughts:

"Qian Renxue!"

Qian Renxue gently stroked the God Ring on her finger, her gaze soft as she guessed what he would say next.

"A reminder for you: Yu Xiaogang, the man who has your mother utterly enchanted, has already left the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Before long, he will come into contact with your mother."

In an instant, the name swept away all her pleasant feelings. Qian Renxue's previously gentle gaze turned cold, and a trace of killing intent flashed through her sharp eyes. "Then let him come. I have already made every preparation. This time, I will erase him from Mother's obsession."

In her previous life, what Qian Renxue found hardest to accept was that, even at the moment of her death, her mother had still deeply loved Yu Xiaogang. But Qian Renxue knew perfectly well what kind of person the Yu Xiaogang her mother could not let go of until death truly was.

Heaven had allowed her to learn the whole truth, yet had not given her any opportunity. Now, that opportunity had come.

Thus, through a series of moves by Qian Renxue, Spirit Hall's overall strength rose by an entire level. Only the three giants of the Pope's Palace—Qian Xunji, Elder Golden Bell, and Elder Silver Hammer—remained in the dark.