Spirit City, Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu had not left the hall for a long time.
Ever since Su Mo publicly became a god, he had stopped involving himself in any matters of the Soul Master world.
Now, he was simply waiting for Qian Renxue to reach the strength needed to begin the Angel God's Nine Trials, then open the Angel God's inheritance trial.
He no longer wanted to think about anything else. With Su Mo around, it was best for Spirit Hall to maintain the status quo. There was no need to stir up trouble.
The fact that Su Mo had not gone after Spirit Hall was already their greatest fortune.
The candles before the Angel Statue burned day and night without extinguishing. He sat beneath the statue like a weathered piece of ancient wood.
But on this day, he suddenly snapped his eyes open.
A vast divine might, carrying the will of slaughter and judgment, came from an unimaginably distant place.
That power was cold, ancient, and sharp. It was completely different from the holy light of the Angel God, yet not inferior in the slightest.
It pierced through countless mountains and rivers and surged straight into Spirit City.
Qian Daoliu's entire body tensed.
He walked out of the Worship Hall, stood atop the steps, and looked north.
Beneath the sky, a faint pillar of intertwined golden and crimson light could be seen.
Within that light lay an aura so terrifying that even he trembled.
He knew that feeling too well.
It was the aura of a deity fully descending into the human world.
It differed from the feeling when Su Mo had become a god.
When Su Mo became a god, his presence had been gentle yet weighty, like mountains and seas.
This time, it was sharp and