As Qian Daoliu spoke, Qian Renxue's eyes gradually brightened. Intense radiance glittered in her golden eyes. At that moment, a figure suddenly surfaced in her mind—the man who had promised to return, yet had left this world for so long without a word.
Qian Renxue would never forget that night. When she learned that he was leaving to pursue greater heights, she had felt as though she had gone mad. She had actually joined that woman in...
"Gu Sheng, you little bastard, just wait for me. I'll come find you and show you the price of breaking your promise."
Qian Renxue secretly murmured her innermost thoughts. She had not seen him in so long, and she truly yearned to fly to him and demand answers—to ask why he had been silent for so long, and why he had failed to keep his promise.
"Xiao Xue."
Qian Daoliu's voice rang out, jolting Qian Renxue from her thoughts. Her gaze grew firm once more. Whenever Gu Sheng came to mind, her entire heart burned with heat. The thought that she would have a chance to leave this realm and search for him after becoming a god made her almost unable to wait.
Qian Daoliu pointed toward the dull, lusterless sword before the Angel Statue. The round, transparent gem on its hilt suddenly flashed. "Use your blood. Let it drip onto that gem."
Qian Renxue hurried over. She slowly raised her right hand, and as her Soul Power circulated, a wound opened in her palm. Golden blood flowed out, and her bloodstained palm covered the gem.
The High Priest's lineage was the most orthodox line of descendants of the Angel God. The Angel God's blood flowed through their veins, and their blood was different from that of ordinary people. As the person who