Is It That She Looked Too Much Like Qiu Lin, or That He Missed Qiu Lin Too Much? Bibi Dong: Revive, My Xue'er!

Yu Mengdi released her hands and completely let go of the heavy Angel Holy Sword.

Could it be...

Was I truly fated to miss out on the Angel Holy Sword?

At that thought, a lonely expression inevitably appeared on her face. She silently flapped the wings behind her and retreated to the side.

Without the Holy Angel martial soul...

Was there really no way to become the Angel God?

As Yu Mengdi withdrew, Ye Guyi stepped forward. With anticipation and pleading in her eyes, she softly asked:

"Lord Madara..."

"May I try?"

Huo Yuhao gave a slight nod and calmly replied:

"Of course!"

Having received permission, Ye Guyi willed it, and two pairs of flawless white wings instantly unfurled from her back.

She lightly beat her wings and flew to the Angel Holy Sword embedded upside down in the ground.

Ye Guyi slowly raised her hands and pressed her palms firmly against the hilt.

Buzz!

At that moment, an unfathomably strange sensation suddenly surged into her heart.

She unconsciously closed her eyes. The scene around her instantly shifted, as though she had been transported to the brutal ancient battlefield of Jialing Pass from ten thousand years ago.

Within that ancient illusion were records of the earth-shattering events of ten thousand years ago.

Above Jialing Pass, the Angel God Qian Renxue and the Sea God Tang San continuously clashed with their respective divine artifacts. Divine Power surged, heaven and earth changed color, and neither could gain the upper hand.

"Is this... the divine battle from ten thousand years ago?"

Ye Guyi abruptly opened her eyes, shock flickering within them.

At that moment, it seemed she had completely understood something.

A brilliant golden halo of Soul Power suddenly wrapped around her entire body. That sacred aura seemed to resonate intensely with the