Northern Region of the Sun and Moon Continent, Holy Spirit Empire, Shenwu City, Angel God Temple.
"Is the Snow Empress dead?" Inside the Angel God Temple, a white-haired old man dressed in plain cloth sat beside a tea table. He raised his eyes toward the black-clad youth before him and asked in silence.
"That depends on how you understand it, Senior." Chen Hong smiled faintly, then lifted the tea before him and took a light sip.
The Archangel before him had a gentler, more peaceful aura than when Chen Hong had first met him. Clearly, his Qi Cultivation over the years had polished his realm into something more refined.
"Then she isn't dead." Qian Daoliu silently looked at the familiar face before him. Many people had never seen Chen Hong's appearance as a youth, but Qian Daoliu had. Chen Hong's current appearance was almost identical to when they had met in Suotuo City.
"Have you ever considered why this world has a rule concerning sacrifice, Senior? Once this ancient inherited rule is activated, it can easily create a monster. But souls—or rather, wills—capable of bearing such power are rare. Or perhaps there is only one. Though now, I count as half of one." Chen Hong softly asked Qian Daoliu. At this moment, only the two of them were in the Angel God Temple. Qian Renxue had gone out to handle a dispute and would not return for some time.
"I never considered it, but now I know that you have taken hold of that rule," Qian Daoliu replied quietly.
"How long do you need to prepare?"
"I've calculated it myself. If I keep going like this, I should reach the God King realm within three years."
"..." Qian Daoliu fell silent.
"That easily?" Qian Daoliu still could not quite believe