Ning Qingyun had always been curious whether true gods existed in this world.
If they did, just how powerful were they?
Were they experts who had cultivated a certain "path" to its pinnacle?
Could she one day use her sword...
To defeat them?
Ever since she had seen records of legends concerning "gods" in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's secret archives, she had felt a certain longing in her heart.
Originally, she had thought she would only be able to touch the realm of "gods" after cultivating back to her previous life's level—or even higher—in this life. She had never expected to suddenly hear that Spirit Hall was making such a grand show of holding a "Sacred Ceremony."
The Angel God, Spirit Hall, the Angel Martial Soul...
Ning Qingyun's gaze flickered slightly.
Just then, after Salas finished speaking in the Spirit Hall Temple plaza in the distance, he began praying again.
This time, however, he was not chanting alone. First, the clergy in silver-patterned white robes standing at the front of each formation joined his recitation, followed level by level by all the deacons.
The ethereal, lofty sacred chant immediately spread outward. Not only did Wang Zhao, standing in a pavilion outside Spirit Hall Temple, hear it, and Xue Ye, gazing pensively within the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, hear it, but it even seemed poised to drift through the breeze and spread across all of Heaven Dou City.
This... what a palpitating power!
Ning Qingyun seemed to have caught something. She leaned forward slightly, intending to sense it with her sword heart, but her mind suddenly jolted, and cold sweat ran down her back.
In truth, she was not the only one. Wang Zhao, Qian Jun, Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and even Ning Fengzhi, a support-system Soul Sage, all