Crack, crack.
The Angel God Armor on her body began to reform.
The once-gorgeous armor became even more fitted to her body, its lines smoother, with golden flames burning upon every plate.
Most astonishing of all were the wings behind her.
Beneath her original three pairs of wings, three new pairs forcibly grew forth.
Twelve-winged!
This was a realm said to be attainable only by the Angel God herself!
Even the Angel God of old had possessed only eight wings.
A Twelve-Winged Seraph was an existence that stood above ordinary Gods.
Power.
Boundless power filled Qian Renxue's body.
She felt that with a casual swing of her sword, she could cleave her former self in two.
That sense of overwhelming strength was intoxicating.
But.
Qian Renxue floated high in the sky, looking at the Sacred Sword blazing in her hand, yet there was little joy in her eyes.
Instead, a deep fear lay hidden in the depths of her gaze.
Yes, fear.
The stronger she became, the sharper her senses grew.
The closer she came to the realm of God, the more clearly she could understand the terror of the Great Tang woman named Haiyue.
It was not merely a difference in Soul Power.
It was suppression on the level of existence.
Haiyue was merely one of Li Xin's ministers.
And the person who had bestowed such a heaven-shaking reward upon her had likely done so as nothing more than a casual gesture from the Great Tang Emperor.
"So this is the gap..."
Qian Renxue drew in her wings. Golden flames danced around her, yet they could not warm her chilled heart.
She had once believed Becoming a God was the end.
Now it seemed that Becoming a God might only be the qualification to step onto a far greater