3. Saint Mother Worships Angel? Heh--

The unknown angel statue before them shattered cleanly, without a hint of hesitation.

If this angel statue could speak, it would probably be letting out a bitter laugh right now. Milady, you come kneeling before an angel while carrying the Lord in your womb—do you think the angel's life is too long?

The few people in the church clearly hadn't anticipated this turn of events. They exchanged bewildered glances, unsure why the statue had shattered.

Finally, an elderly priest spoke up, his voice trembling, "Perhaps it's just old age."

Even he didn't believe his own words as he said them—after all, this statue had been erected just a few years ago when the New Pope ascended to the throne.

But aside from this explanation, there seemed to be no other.

Yet Ye Lingtong had a gut feeling. Staring at the statue reduced to rubble, she felt that this angel statue had shattered simply because it couldn't withstand her kneeling.

Was it because of the child in her belly?

Thinking this, Ye Lingtong unconsciously stroked her abdomen.

Just what kind of extraordinary being had she conceived?

With the statue shattered, there was no point in continuing the prayer.

The church's priest cleared his throat, looked at the Ye Family Father and Daughter, and put on a kind smile.

"May the Angel God bless us all." He smiled at Ye's Father, then let his gaze settle on Ye Lingtong.

In his heart, he silently thought, This is probably just another pregnant woman praying for her child's safety.

After all, this wasn't uncommon. Many pregnant women came to the church to seek the Angel God's blessing, hoping their child would be born safely, awaken high-level Innate Soul Power, and become a revered soul master.

Still, this pregnant woman seemed a bit too young.

"Have you come to pray to the Angel God for a safe delivery?" The Old Priest, familiar with the routine, stepped forward to recite the prayer, but Ye's Father interrupted him.

Ye's Father fidgeted, rubbing his hands together. "Father, my daughter and I haven't come for that." He hesitated for a moment, then chose not to mention last night's dream, instead recounting the changes in his daughter's body today.

Though Martial Soul Hall had always been generous toward commoners, his daughter's dream was far too earth-shattering!

Even the great Angel God was merely a product casually created by the child in her womb. If Martial Soul Hall found out and accepted it, all would be well. But what if they didn't?

Wouldn't that mean his daughter and the child in her womb were an insult to Martial Soul Hall?

With his daughter's safety at stake, Ye's Father didn't lay all his cards on the table at this critical moment.

But just hearing about the changes in Ye Lingtong's body today left the Priests and Deacons of Martial Soul Hall utterly stunned!

What kind of person could gain a full 20 levels of soul power in a single day, without even needing to hunt soul beasts for spirit rings—instead condensing their own spirit rings?

How was that possible?

"Young miss, could you show us your spirit rings?" The Old Priest had never heard of such a marvel in his entire life. In this era, the matter of God-bestowed Spirit Rings was kept tightly under wraps, so it never crossed his mind.

He didn't even know the concept of a God-bestowed Spirit Ring existed.

Ye Lingtong nodded blankly and summoned her spirit.

A holy white light enveloped the young girl, making her already pure aura seem divine.

At the same time, three spirit rings—one white and two gold—rose slowly around her feet, giving her sacred presence a tangible weight!

Even former owners of the Angel Spirit had never radiated such an intense sense of holiness!

As the Old Priest marveled, inside the Angel Temple, Qian Daoliu also sensed something and opened his eyes, gazing toward a certain spot in the city. Then, with a flicker, he vanished from where he stood.

In the church within Martial Soul City, three spirit rings rose around the young girl's feet.

Everyone whispered among themselves about this strange sight. After all, it was common knowledge that spirit rings came in only five colors: white for ten-year, yellow for hundred-year, purple for thousand-year, black for ten-thousand-year, and the legendary red for hundred-thousand-year!

The golden spirit rings at the girl's feet didn't belong to any of those colors!

How had such spirit rings even appeared?

"This..." The Old Priest was too shocked to speak, even wondering if this might be some kind of illusion.

At that moment, Qian Daoliu stood to the side, his gaze sharp as a torch, having witnessed everything. The girl's spirit was merely pure Light Element, yet even so, he could vaguely sense that its quality rivaled his own Angel Spirit.

More importantly, she had two golden spirit rings at her feet!

Weren't those the legendary God-bestowed Spirit Rings?

Qian Daoliu naturally knew the secret of God-bestowed Spirit Rings. Combining this with the divine oracle he had received yesterday, his eyes lit up as he looked at the girl. He strode forward quickly and grasped her wrist.

"What is your name?" he asked, his gaze lingering on her swollen belly. He already had a rough guess about the identity of the one within.

This must be The Lord!

"You... who are you?" Ye Lingtong was momentarily stunned by the sudden grip of a strange old man on her wrist, but the elderly man holding her had white hair and a white beard, looking like he was at least ninety, if not a hundred.

So she didn't struggle, only asked calmly.

"I am Qian Daoliu, Great Enshrined of Martial Soul Hall," Qian Daoliu stated his identity directly. Fearing the girl might not believe him, he revealed his spirit rings.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

Nine spirit rings emerged one by one, and the oppressive pressure of a Title Douluo left everyone speechless.

Everyone, that is, except Ye Lingtong.

A phantom of a Six-winged Angel emerged behind Qian Daoliu. The angel should have stood upright and dignified behind him, but the moment it appeared, it knelt on one knee before the young girl.

"This...!" Not to mention anyone else, even Qian Daoliu himself had never expected such a change!

His Six-winged Angel Spirit was the most supreme spirit on the Douluo Continent, yet at this moment, it was kneeling before a three-ring Soul Elder of a young girl!

No, to be precise, the angel was kneeling before the infant within the girl's belly!

Ye Su watched this scene with satisfaction, nodding unconsciously.

Now this was right!

When had the Lord ever bowed to an angel?

Wasn't it always angels who knelt before the Lord?

And in Qian Daoliu's eyes, reverence had already crept in unbidden.

He hadn't made a mistake—this was the Lord he sought!

He hesitated for a moment, then released the girl's wrist and withdrew his spirit at the same time.

Although this girl was indeed the one he was looking for, as the guardian of Martial Soul Hall and a peerless expert himself, having his spirit kneel before a girl under twenty in front of so many people was truly somewhat embarrassing.

Ye Lingtong also withdrew her wrist. She hadn't expected that the unfamiliar old man before her was actually such a renowned figure. She suddenly became somewhat flustered and spoke her name in a small voice.

"My name is Ye Lingtong."