From beneath the shattered ground, a golden figure burst through the rubble and soil, shot upward, and reached the sky ten thousand feet above in an instant.
Qian Renxue hovered motionless in the heavens. Dust and blood stained her Angel God Armor, and her once violet-gold eyes were now shot through with red.
Two streams of tears slid silently down her cheeks. The scorching air at that height evaporated them at once, leaving no trace, only the endless grief and self-reproach surging in her eyes.
She lowered her gaze to Jiayu Pass below. The mighty fortress had collapsed completely, its broken walls and ruins strewn across the earth.
The few thousand surviving Soul Masters of Spirit Hall were all wounded. They staggered through the ruins, clinging to life, their faces numb with despair.
Spirit Hall's legacy, built over thousands of years, and the Angel Clan's foundations, painstakingly laid by hundreds of generations, had been destroyed in today's battle.
The elite Angels who had followed her into war had been wiped out. Tens of thousands of Soul Masters and hundreds of thousands of soldiers lay dead here. The vast Spirit Hall Empire had fallen apart in an instant.
She was the Angel God, yet she had failed to protect her people or preserve their legacy of thousands of years.
Helplessness and regret wound around her Divine Soul like cold chains.
At that thought, the last trace of tenderness vanished from Qian Renxue's eyes. Only the resolve to burn everything away remained.
“Divine Skill, Sun Angel!”
High in the sky, boundless daylight gathered. An Angel Phantom slowly took shape, its eyes looking down upon all living things. Between its solemnly raised hands, a blazing sun emerged from nothingness.
Across a hundred-mile radius, every ray of daylight was drawn into the newborn sun.