Holy radiance flowed around the Goddess of Light, forming a massive cocoon of light.
As her understanding continued to deepen, the sun in the sky grew ever brighter, and the light it cast became warmer and more vibrant.
Everyone knew that Isabelle's current state was likely just as Eileen had said: she was creating a Light God technique that belonged to her alone.
They stood quietly to one side and waited in silence.
Finally, after several minutes... Up to this point, her strength was only at the peak of Level Two. Though she was just one step away from Level Three, she had been stalled at this step for a long time.
"Did something happen?" the two asked anxiously, but they ultimately did not dare ask the question, "Did something happen to His Majesty?"
The scene before them changed again. A dazzling Godhead floated there, surrounded by inexplicable energy. Fine arcs of electricity were visible to the naked eye, warping the surrounding space-time.
Just as Number Twenty-Three was feeling smug, her stomach growled. She thought of how she had eaten only one steamed bun in three days. Since becoming a Shadow guard, this was the first time she had gone hungry for so long. It truly felt unfamiliar.
Everyone else looked at him with cold sneers. The junior brother shrank his neck. "Pretend I didn't see anything, all right?"
Jiang Meng was walking when his keen divine sense suddenly sent out waves of warning. Jiang Meng halted and looked ahead. A Daoist nun dressed in plain robes appeared in his field of vision.
If so, then it must have been one of the demons that had originally occupied Serpent-Coiled Mountain. He remembered that Yang Jian, the Erlang God, had once led the Six Friends of Meishan to shoot down the