Qian Renxue's Death

However, this period of good fortune did not last long.

Just as Qian Renxue was immersed in this heartwarming scene, the scene suddenly shifted.

One second it was a heartwarming scene in front of the Angel Temple, the next second it was—the sky collapsed and the earth cracked!

Before Qian Renxue could even react, the scene before her eyes had completely changed.

The sky was covered with countless jagged cracks.

From those cracks, endless darkness and crimson light surged forth, as if some terrifying being was frantically pouring in from the other side of the cracks.

The sea of clouds is burning.

The palace is collapsing.

Countless figures were fleeing, wailing, and falling.

[What... what's going on?!]

A strong sense of fear welled up in Qian Renxue's heart as she watched from the sidelines.

She tried to look away, to escape this terrifying scene, but found herself completely out of control.

Her perspective seemed to be fixed in one place, and she could only watch helplessly as it all happened.

Then, large swathes of void collapsed into nothingness, revealing the chaotic, indescribable darkness behind it.

The final, complete scene is a battlefield filled with nothingness!

As the scene changed, her gaze involuntarily fell on a certain spot.

The very center of the battlefield.

There stood a figure she knew all too well.

Fu Shiyan.

At this moment, he was kneeling in a shattered void, and an extremely terrifying aura was constantly emanating from his body.

And in his arms, he was holding another person.

Her long, golden hair hung limply, her six wings were tattered, and her magnificent Angel God Robe was stained with shocking bloodstains.

[That's me?!]

Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted!

[Was that me in my dream?!]

[What... what happened to her?!]

She desperately tried to see clearly, to know what had happened.

However, the instant this thought arose, she suddenly realized something terrifying—

She could no longer perceive herself in her dreams.

That feeling of being connected with my dream self from the very beginning, that connection where I could clearly perceive the other person's every thought and every emotion—at this moment—

It has completely disappeared.

Like an invisible thread, suddenly snapped.

How could this be...?

Why can't I feel her anymore?

[Could it be that she... she really...?]

Qian Renxue, who was watching from the sidelines, dared not think any further.

She could only stare intently at the figure in Fu Shiyan's arms, at that motionless, lifeless body, and an indescribable panic welled up in her heart.

It was only then that she truly noticed the aura emanating from Fu Shiyan.

That aura was terrifying.

It was so terrifying that even as an observer, she felt her soul tremble just from the mere sensation.

She had previously been one with her dream self, and clearly knew what the aura of God King was—a power powerful enough to suppress an entire realm.

But Fu Shiyan's aura at this moment far exceeded that range.

The difference was like that between an ordinary person and God King.

Even bigger!

[What... what level is he at now?]

Qian Renxue, who was watching from the sidelines, was horrified.

She didn't know.

All she knew was that just looking at him gave her the illusion that she was about to be crushed by his aura.

What shocked her even more was the scene around her.

She forced herself to look away from that figure and glanced around.

What came into view was a densely packed group of figures, hovering around Fu Shiyan and surrounding him completely.

And the aura of those figures...

As Qian Renxue, who was observing from the sidelines, sensed each of these things, a tremendous wave of emotion surged within her.

142.

Level 143.

Level 144.

Level 145.

The lowest is 142.

They are all God King!

Even the lowest level was more than three levels higher than her level 139 self in her dream!

And those beings of even higher rank...

She couldn't tell.

Because their auras were too vast, completely beyond her ability to perceive.

All she knew was that those people were of a higher level than she understood the concept of a "God King".

Yet this is a group of people—a group whose members are at least God King, and some even surpass God King...

At this moment, however, they only dared to circle around Fu Shiyan from a distance.

Not one dared to step forward.

But their faces were now filled with fear.

Even some beings she perceived as surpassing the God King had begun to retreat.

Meanwhile, the lower-ranking gods on the outskirts had already scattered and fled.

Clearly, they dared not linger.

I wouldn't even dare to look at it from afar.

[Are they... are they afraid of him?]

[Are you afraid of Fu Shiyan?]

Qian Renxue, who was watching from the sidelines, stared blankly at this scene, her heart churning with turmoil.

So many beings far surpassing her dared only to circle around from afar, filled with fear, and some even began to flee.

The person they surrounded...

The silver-haired man kneeling in the void, cradling "her" corpse, trembling all over...

That is the real source of their fear.

And just then...

Fu Shiyan's eyes, which had been empty and devoid of any light, suddenly focused.

He looked up.

Instead of looking down at the Angel God in his arms, he raised his head and looked into some void.

His lips began to move, as if he were saying something.

Who is he talking to?

Qian Renxue was watching from the sidelines, looked in the direction of his gaze in a daze, but could not see anything.

There was only shattered void and endless darkness there.

But his actions did seem to be speaking.

And it wasn't just talking to myself.

It is a conversation with someone.

Because his expression was changing.

From despair to emptiness, then suddenly there was light—as if I had heard something.

Then, he heard something else, and his eyes became excited—as if he had received some kind of promise.

Then, his expression changed to one of struggle—as if he were facing an extremely difficult choice.

He stared at the void, sometimes pressing for answers, sometimes listening silently, sometimes frowning in pain, sometimes shaking his head hesitantly.

Who is it?

Who is he talking to?

Why can't I see it?

Qian Renxue, watching from the sidelines, desperately tried to see and hear, but she couldn't find anything.

That feeling was worse than anything else.

He was right in front of me, I could clearly see his every expression, every change in emotion, yet I didn't know who he was talking to, what they were saying, or what was causing him such struggle.

Time itself became blurred at that moment.

Meanwhile, the gods who had been surrounding them had already vanished without a trace, seizing this opportunity!

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Shiyan's expression finally froze.

The struggle ceased.

The hesitation vanished.

Instead, there was a sense of relief.

Then--

He suddenly turned his head!

His gaze pierced through the endless void, through the shattered spacetime, straight ahead—

He confronted Qian Renxue, who was observing from the sidelines!