Eight-Winged Holy Angel

"My spiritual power has increased."

Ling Feng smiled. "With Martial Soul Evolution, your senses have grown stronger as well. By the way, what about your Soul Power? What level are you at now?"

Jin Chen closed his eyes to sense it, then his eyes flew wide open.

"Tw... twenty? I was at level eighteen—how did I reach level twenty?"

Jin Chen had only broken through to level eighteen not long ago. He had never expected to reach level twenty so soon.

He was only six and a half years old, yet he had already broken through to level twenty. What terrifying talent was that?

"Could it be that I really am a genius?"

Jin Chen burst into laughter.

"Only two levels? Genius my ass!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo froze for a moment, then fell into thought. "It seems most of this Immortal Herb's energy was used for Martial Soul Evolution."

"Precisely."

Qian Daoliu nodded. "Martial Soul Evolution requires an enormous amount of energy. The fact that two levels of Soul Power remained is already proof of the Sweet Potato Golden Dragon's astonishing potency."

"If it had been an ordinary spiritual herb, it probably would not even have come close to triggering evolution."

Golden Crocodile Douluo strode over, grabbed Jin Chen, and lifted him up for a thorough inspection before breaking into hearty laughter.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, his eyes reddening again. "Golden Dragon Crocodile! My grandson, Golden Crocodile's grandson, has the Golden Dragon Crocodile as his Martial Soul! Hahahaha!"

Jin Chen was shaken so hard that his head spun, and he hurriedly struggled. "Grandpa, Grandpa! Put me down, I'm dizzy!"

Only then did Golden Crocodile Douluo set him down, though the gratification and pride in his eyes could not be concealed.

The others stepped forward as well to offer their congratulations.

Just then, a sacred pressure suddenly spread through the hall.

Everyone instantly turned to look at Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue sat cross-legged, enveloped in a layer of golden light.

The radiance was gentle yet sacred, making people instinctively want to kneel in worship.

Behind her, the phantom of the Six-Winged Angel had appeared.

Six white wings gently flapped. The angel's face was solemn and compassionate, its long golden hair cascading like a waterfall, while it held a Holy Sword formed from radiant flames.

But at that moment, those six wings were undergoing a transformation.

The tips of the uppermost pair of wings began to glow with golden flames.

The flames did not flicker like ordinary fire. Instead, they flowed like liquid, gradually covering the entire pair of wings.

"This is..."

Even Qian Daoliu's voice trembled. "Angel Fire?"

As soon as he spoke, the second pair of wings began to change as well.

This time, they were not burning—they were growing. Along the edges of the wings, another thin layer of feathers emerged, making the entire pair broader and more sacred.

The third pair of wings was changing too.

The originally white feathers began transforming from their roots, inch by inch, into pale gold. In the end, the entire pair became a sacred golden color.

But it was not over yet.

Qian Renxue suddenly furrowed her brows, sweat seeping across her forehead.

The angel phantom behind her began to tremble violently.

"This isn't right."

Qian Daoliu's expression changed. "The Immortal Herb doesn't have enough energy to support the complete evolution!"

Ling Feng's heart tightened.

The thing he had feared most had still happened. The Six-Winged Angel was a god-tier Martial Soul. For a god-tier Martial Soul to evolve, how could it require merely ten or a hundred times the energy of an ordinary Martial Soul?

One Blazing Light Flower was simply not enough!

"Grandpa Qian!"

He looked at Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu was already moving.

He took one step to Qian Renxue's back, pressed both palms against her back, and continuously poured his immense Angel Soul Power into her.

"Xue'er, steady your mind!"

Qian Daoliu shouted in a low voice. "Don't worry about whether there's enough energy. Just guide the herb's medicinal power! Grandpa will handle the rest!"

Qian Renxue clenched her teeth. Her little face was pale, but her gaze was incomparably firm.

Following the method Ling Feng had taught her earlier, she desperately circulated her Soul Power and guided the medicinal power of the Blazing Light Flower, washing over her Martial Soul again and again.

The angel phantom behind her stopped trembling and began transforming once more.

The first pair of wings was now completely covered in radiant flames.

The flames were scorching but did not burn, brilliant but not blinding. They were the legendary innate flame of the Angel Martial Soul: Holy Fire.

The second pair of wings grew broader, every feather emanating soft sacred light.

These were the angel's Wings of Protection, representing shelter and compassion.

The third pair of wings completely transformed into pale gold, each feather seeming to have been cast from gold itself—magnificent and majestic.

The angel's third pair, the Wings of Majesty, represented Judgment and power.

All six wings had changed, yet Qian Renxue's brows remained tightly furrowed.

Because it was still not enough.

Her Martial Soul's trembling told her that more potential remained untapped, that there was still room for evolution.

But the energy had already run dry, and the Immortal Herb's medicinal power had been completely exhausted.

Just then, Qian Daoliu's Soul Power surged into her, bringing fresh energy.

But it was still not enough.

Qian Renxue's Martial Soul was like a bottomless abyss. The Soul Power Qian Daoliu sent in vanished like mud sinking into the sea, swallowed up in an instant.

"I'll help too!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped forward and pressed a palm against Qian Renxue's shoulder.

With the Soul Power of two Peerless Douluo pouring in at once, the angel phantom behind Qian Renxue finally began changing again.

Qian Renxue's Martial Soul Evolution had reached its most critical point. The catalyst was already sufficient; all that was lacking was Soul Power.

And with Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile, two Peerless Douluo, acting together, fulfilling her Soul Power requirements was no problem.

Beneath the six wings, two new fleshy protrusions began to swell.

"The eighth wing!" Qianjun Douluo cried out. "She's going to grow an eighth wing!"

Eight-Winged Angel!

This was no longer an ordinary Six-Winged Angel.

In the Angel Martial Soul's inheritance, six wings were the limit, the standard for a god-tier Martial Soul.

But eight wings represented an even higher level of existence!

The fleshy protrusions grew larger and larger before finally bursting open.

Two brand-new wings stretched out from the angel phantom's back!

These wings were slightly smaller than the six above them, but far more solid.

They were neither white nor gold, but transparent like crystal, radiating a faint seven-colored glow.

"These are... Wings of Divine Light?"

Qian Daoliu murmured, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Each of the Angel Martial Soul's three pairs of wings represented an attribute.

And Wings of Divine Light were the Six-Winged Angel's most powerful ability. According to ancient records, only a handful of the Worship Hall's successive offerings had ever awakened this attribute.

And without exception, they had all dominated their generation.

The phantom of the Eight-Winged Angel fully took shape.

Eight wings gently flapped, and sacred pressure filled the entire Worship Hall.

The pressure was so powerful that even the Titled Douluo present felt a trace of oppression.

Then, the Eight-Winged Angel phantom transformed into a streak of golden light and entered Qian Renxue's body.

Qian Renxue opened her eyes.

Her eyes had changed.

They had once been only faintly golden, but now they had become platinum. Deep within her pupils, sacred flames seemed to be burning.

"Xue'er!" Qian Daoliu hurriedly asked. "How do you feel?"

Qian Renxue blinked, her pupils still dazzling beyond compare, like suspended suns.

But her entire aura had become utterly different—more sacred, more noble, making others dare not meet her gaze.

"Grandpa..."

Qian Renxue spoke. Her voice was still the same, yet it inexplicably carried a distant, ethereal quality.

"I feel... like something has changed."

"Your Martial Soul!" Ling Feng hurriedly asked. "What is your Martial Soul now?"