For a plane of existence, three years was a very, very short time—so short that it could not even stir the slightest ripple in the river of time since that plane's birth. Yet three years could also be a very long time. All kinds of people walked this world; in three years, one might travel through many places, or remain trapped in the same spot all along. Within the years laid out by countless rules and restraints, true freedom was probably something rarely seen.
Following the divine battle three years ago, the continent returned to peace.
After that battle, Qian Renxue, the God of Angels, and Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God, had all but vanished from public sight.
Qian Renxue lived peacefully in Element City. Perhaps she truly liked the atmosphere here, or perhaps this place had given her a sense of belonging—a feeling of home. The smiles on her face grew more frequent by the day, especially when she faced Qin Yi. It was almost impossible to see her as the once incomparably proud God of Angels.
Qian Daoliu's soul had also awakened. Nourished by Qian Renxue's divine power, the old man's soul was evolving toward a divine soul. Qian Renxue intended to condense a new body for him once his soul had successfully evolved into a divine soul, laying the groundwork for Qian Daoliu's future Path to Godhood.
Though a soul body was certainly not as useful as a real physical body, Qian Daoliu did not particularly mind. Years of self-cultivation had stripped away most of his worldly desires. Even though he was now only a soul body and had to fall asleep from time to time, he took it all in stride. Every day, he simply passed the time in the Angel Sacred Hall, living a leisurely