Longing!

That wisp of golden Ember ignored all her defenses and the obstruction of the Crimson-Gold Divine Flame, piercing into her brow like a red-hot steel needle without any hindrance!

Boom!

An indescribable, excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed all of Qian Renxue's senses!

It wasn't the pain of Burn flesh, but an extreme agony that originated from the deepest part of the soul, as if the entire being was being ignited, melted, and reshaped by this divine fire!

Her vision was instantly filled with pure gold and Red, and her consciousness was like a small boat in a raging storm, on the verge of capsizing in a torrent of excruciating pain.

She felt her body burning from the inside out; every bone, every meridian, every drop of blood groaned under the unbearable heat of the golden divine fire.

The Crimson-Gold Divine Flame surged wildly, attempting to protect her origin, but they appeared so fragile before that wisp of pure divine fire, easily suppressed and assimilated.

Sweat poured out like a waterfall, instantly soaking through her thin clothes, then instantly evaporating into Mist under the terrifying heat.

Her body trembled violently and uncontrollably, and her skin turned an unnatural reddish-gold color, as if it were about to be burned transparent and disintegrate in the next second.

Qian Daoliu stood not far away, his golden eyes fixed on his granddaughter who was struggling painfully in the golden Ember.

His hands were clenched into fists under his sleeves, his knuckles white, and the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Beneath that calm face lay a heart full of heartache and worry, churning like magma.

But he couldn't move, much less offer any help.

This is Godly Trial, the most direct test that Angel God place on their successors.

Any external interference could lead to the loss of all previous efforts, or even invite Divine Punishment.

He could only watch, watch Qian Renxue suffer in inhuman torment.

I watched as blood seeped from her clenched teeth, and as she curled up in agony yet forced herself to straighten up.

Watching the angelic wings behind her flicker and fade under the Burn golden divine fire, their edges even beginning to blur...

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

Every breath felt like an eternity.

I don't know how much time passed; perhaps it was just a moment, or perhaps it was eternity.

Qian Renxue's trembling body suddenly stopped convulsing violently.

Her eyes remained closed, her brows furrowed, and her teeth clenched, but her body slowly, inch by inch, straightened up again with extreme difficulty.

The golden Ember that had entered her brow did not disappear; instead, it burned steadily there like a tiny golden sun, radiating pure and vast divine energy.

It no longer wreaked havoc, but began to slowly and steadily refine Qian Renxue's body as material in a furnace, undergoing the most essential tempering.

The pain continued to surge like a tidal wave, but Qian Renxue's consciousness miraculously Protect a sliver of clarity amidst the torment of excruciating agony.

She stood upright, even though her muscles were groaning and her soul felt as if it were being repeatedly roasted on a raging fire.

The crimson flames and the golden divine fire between her brows formed a delicate balance, slowly circulating within her body.

A faint, yet pure, pale golden light began to seep out from the depths of her bones and the gaps in her flesh, like the first rays of dawn, weak yet containing boundless hope.

Qian Daoliu's tightly clenched fist finally loosened slightly.

He exhaled a long, silent breath. She had survived the first and most dangerous step of fusion.

Qian Renxue kept her eyes closed, using all her willpower to fight against the endless burning pain and to guide the fragile and dangerous balance between the two forces within her body.

Golden sweat dripped from her forehead, landing on the ancient rocks beneath her feet with a soft "sizzle" sound, leaving a small scorch mark.

Deep within the Pope Hall, in a secret chamber.

Bibi Dong's fingertips unconsciously traced the cool gem at the top of the Pope Scepter. The lingering purplish-black aura Wrap around it like a venomous snake, but she Sheer Force suppressed it.

His pale face appeared even more fragile in the dim light, a stark contrast to his usual dignified and imposing Pope.

"Thanks to the wisp of life essence left behind by Xiao Xia..."

She murmured to herself, her purple eyes revealing the weariness of surviving a disaster and a hint of longing that she could not hide.

"Otherwise, this backlash from divine sense..."

She didn't say anything more, but gently pressed her throbbing temples.

The Rakshasa's seduction is like a maggot clinging to a bone; every confrontation exhausts my strength.

She gazed out the window at the deep night, her eyes seemingly trying to Infiltrator space and reach the distant horizon of the ocean.

"It's been so long... I wonder if he's doing well on Sea God Island?"

Sea God Island, the tenth step of the staircase leading to the temple.

"Roar--!"

With a Xie Yue, Xie Yue's bulging muscles instantly tore through the already strained fabric of his shirt, and his bronze skin gleamed with a metallic sheen under the golden divine light.

He was violently thrown into the air by the enormous rebound force!

However, this was a stark contrast to the embarrassing situation of being thrown back in disarray a month ago.

He twisted his waist in mid-air, flipping twice like a nimble cheetah, the phantom of his Moon Blade Martial Soul flashing past his side, precisely dissipating most of the impact.

Finally, his feet landed firmly on the hard stone steps below, making a dull "thump" sound.

Although his calf muscles were still trembling slightly after landing, his body was as straight as a mountain.

Sweat soaked through his remaining trousers, trickling down his lean back and splashing onto the stone steps beneath his feet, instantly rising into fine Mist amidst the omnipresent blue aura.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving like a bellows, but his silver eyes shone brightly, filled with the exhilaration of pushing his limits.

"Level 10! Bro, hold on tight!"

Hu Liena's surprised voice rang out. She herself was standing on the ninth level, drenched in sweat, her Charm fox-like eyes now filled only with pure concern and pride.

She was only one step away from the tenth level, but the invisible pressure felt like an insurmountable chasm.

Yan grinned on the eighth step, his Soul Power surging wildly beneath his granite-like skin as he resisted the terrifying pressure squeezing in from all directions, making even speaking difficult.

He watched Xie Yue's retreating figure, his eyes filled with both envy and a burning flame of Defiant.

Dugu Yan stood at the seventh level, surrounded by a faint emerald green poisonous mist, attempting to erode the omnipresent Sea God's Light, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, instantly purified and dissolved by the pure blue energy.

She bit her lower lip, Medusa vertical pupils filled with resentment.

Ye Lingling was at level six. The gentle halo of the Nine Heart Begonia enveloped her, but the healing power was greatly suppressed here, barely enough to keep her from being crushed instantly.

Lin Xia stood to Xie Yue's side and slightly behind, also at level ten.

He was in relatively better condition, but his forehead was still covered with fine beads of sweat.

The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud hovered above his head, emitting a soft, pale blue halo, like an invisible buffer layer that relieved some of the terrifying pressure on him.

He watched as Xie Yue successfully stood firm, a hint of approving smile appearing on his lips.

"Well done, Xie Yue. How does it feel?"