Angel Godly Trial!
Spirit Hall, Douluo Hall.
The Douluo Hall is located at the very top of the Spirit Hall's sacred mountain, exuding an aura of supreme power.
The Douluo Hall is smaller than the Pope Hall.
However, the titles of all the Titled Douluo are enshrined here.
Inside the Douluo Hall, there are no ornate decorations. The entire structure is built from ancient rocks, but if you look closely, you will find that these ancient rocks gleam with a faint golden light.
When you touch it with your hand, you will feel a strange energy flowing in your palm.
Qian Renxue knelt on the cold stone surface, her forehead almost touching the ground.
The Douluo Hall was eerily quiet, with only the thunderous sound of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears, each thud heavily Tackle her chest.
What filled the air was not Soul Power, but something older and purer, like a mixture of frozen time and the will left behind by countless powerful beings, pressing heavily on her shoulders and back.
She maintained that strange gesture symbolizing Six-Winged Angel, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force.
The faint halo surrounding her was not released by her, but rather came from the enormous Angel God Statue above her.
The statue was entirely golden, with three pairs of outstretched wings. A golden sword held aloft pointed directly at the dome, and faint golden flames silently burned around the sword, radiating supreme majesty and compassion, scrutinizing her like a tangible gaze.
Sweat, fine beads of sweat, finally succumbed to the invisible pressure and quietly seeped from her smooth forehead, sliding down her delicate jawline with a soft "thud" onto the ancient stone floor, leaving a small, dark stain.
This tiny sound was amplified infinitely in the absolute silence.
Pain.
It wasn't a sharp, stinging pain, but a dull ache that emanated from deep within her bones, as if the entire space was rejecting her and trying to crush her.
The divine pressure emanating from the statue grew stronger and stronger, no longer a gentle baptism, but a violent forging.
The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul within her body resonated wildly, its divine Soul Power surging and roaring through her meridians like a ignited furnace, attempting to break through some invisible shackles, yet it was firmly imprisoned by the omnipresent pressure.
Qian Renxue bit her lower lip tightly, tasting a metallic, sweet flavor.
She forced herself to lift her heavy head, stubbornly meeting the golden eyes of the statue that seemed to contain an endless galaxy.
My vision began to blur, and the golden light distorted and flickered at the edges of my field of vision.
'We can't give up... Grandpa's expectations... the future of the Spirit Hall... and...'
A blurry figure with a warm smile flashed through my chaotic thoughts, offering a faint sense of support.
She took a deep breath, the heavy air filling her lungs and bringing a Burn sensation, but it also allowed her will, which was on the verge of collapse, to regroup for a moment.
Just then--
Buzz!
The golden greatsword in the statue's hand trembled violently!
The golden flames swirling around the sword tip suddenly surged, no longer a gentle halo, but transformed into a massive pillar of light, condensed to its extreme and resembling liquid gold, which descended with a piercing shriek that tore through space!
The target is none other than Qian Renxue, kneeling at the feet of the statue!
Even before the beam of light arrived, the terrifying pressure caused the rock beneath her to groan under its unbearable weight, and fine cracks spread out like Spider Web.
Qian Renxue felt like a leaf in Hurricane, about to be torn apart and evaporated at any moment.
Her pupils contracted sharply, and her survival instinct and innate pride erupted completely at that moment!
"Drink it--!"
A clear, almost shrill scream burst forth from deep within her throat!
She stopped the prayer gesture, crossed her arms sharply in front of her, and the Angel Soul Power that had been suppressed to its limit within her body surged out like a flood bursting its banks!
Boom!
A dazzling golden flame erupted from her body!
Six enormous angel wings, formed from pure light elements, suddenly unfolded behind her, each wing flowing with crimson-gold divine flames, madly meeting the world-destroying golden pillar of light!
The Crimson-Gold Divine Flame and the Angel Divine Light collided with a deafening roar!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound, as if space itself was being Sheer Force squeezed and torn apart.
Two divine powers, though originating from the same source, were completely different and fiercely clashed and annihilated less than three feet above Qian Renxue's head!
The terrifying energy turbulence, like countless sharp scrapers, instantly swept through the entire Douluo Hall!
The golden plaques on the wall, symbolizing the glory of the Titled Douluo throughout the ages, trembled violently, emitting a low buzzing sound, as if lamenting, or perhaps resonating.
The golden specks of light that filled the air were violently torn apart and shattered.
Qian Renxue felt as if she were being thrown into a giant furnace.
The body was being torn apart inch by inch, and the soul Burn in the Lie Yan.
The crimson-gold angel wings flickered erratically under the impact of divine light, and their edges even began to show signs of illusory disintegration.
The rocks beneath her feet shattered completely, and she was pressed down by the immense force, her knees sinking deep into the ground.
"Hold on... hold on... hold on!"
She screamed wildly in her mind, her gums almost Crunch.
Each breath was accompanied by a scalding pain, and his vision was filled with pure gold and Red. His consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse under the dual impact of excruciating pain and divine power.
Just as her defenses were about to completely collapse—
The statue's eternally compassionate golden eyes seemed to tremble slightly.
Boom!
That destructive golden beam of light vanished without warning.
It was as abrupt as it appeared.
The immense pressure dissipated instantly, and the raging energy turbulence receded like a tide.
The Douluo Hall fell silent again, with only Qian Renxue's heavy, bellows-like breathing and the faint crackling of the Crimson-Gold Divine Flame burning on her body.
She remained frozen in place, arms crossed and wings outstretched.
Sweat soaked through her long hair and robes, clinging to her body.
Every inch of my body was trembling violently, a reaction to exhaustion and excruciating pain.
That brief collision had almost drained all of her Soul Power and willpower.
She slowly and with great difficulty raised her head and looked once more at the enormous Angel God Statue.
The statue still stands, the golden sword still points to the sky, and the golden flames still swirl around, as if that earth-shattering attack had never happened.
But Qian Renxue knew that something was different.
An indescribable realization, like the dawn breaking through the dark clouds, quietly fell upon the depths of her weary yet exceptionally clear consciousness.
That seemingly destructive attack just now was not meant to annihilate, but rather... an ultimate tempering and recognition!
It is the final and most crucial hurdle of the Godly Trial —the baptism of divine power!
The Soul Power within her body, which had been nearly depleted due to intense consumption, was now recovering and circulating at an incredible speed, becoming purer and more refined than ever before.
The Crimson-Gold Divine Flame obediently retreated into the wings. The edges of the wings, which had become illusory due to the impact, now solidified like real metal, radiating an even more restrained yet powerful divine aura.
A completely new connection, closer to the laws of light in the universe, was established deep within her soul.