Tang Liu watched Qian Renxue lower her head again, gently pressing her cheek against Bibi Dong's forehead.
"I've made my decision."
After who knew how long, Tang Liu heard the girl's voice, now somewhat faint.
Sacred golden light began spreading outward, pushing the utterly unprepared Tang Liu far away.
Qian Renxue stood up. Her hollow gaze turned toward Tang San nearby, and platinum flames began burning over her body.
She was burning.
Burning her divine power, burning her divine soul, burning her godhead, her godhood.
Burning everything she had.
The sky suddenly darkened, thick with black clouds.
Soon, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and rain came pouring down.
—The entire world was weeping for a god who was about to vanish completely.
Bibi Dong had died, but her godhood as the Rakshasa God remained. It was simply very likely that no one would ever be able to inherit that godhood again.
But Qian Renxue was different now.
She had chosen to burn, to burn everything to ashes.
Once the angel's flames had released all their light and heat, burning every last bit of splendor and glory to cinders.
There would no longer be an Angel God in this world.
Platinum flames wound around the girl's entire body, golden wings unfurling behind her, yet her hollow gaze had not changed in the slightest. She merely looked at Tang San and said lifelessly, "Tang San, my father once caused your mother's death, and now you've killed my mother with your own hands. We should be even."
Tang San looked at her calmly without answering, but icy killing intent once again swirled around him.
"But neither I nor my mother caused your mother's death. Yet you still chose to hound us again and again."
Platinum flames gathered in her hand, forming the most