Platinum radiance poured from within the statue, like a sun awakening suddenly after ten thousand years of slumber. The light was not dazzling, yet it irresistibly filled every inch of the great Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu shuddered from head to toe.
He spun around and saw the outline faintly emerging within that radiance. Six wings of light, a humanoid figure of white radiance, majestic and sacred, impossible to look upon directly.
Qian Daoliu's knees hit the ground before his mind could react. His forehead touched the floor, and his voice squeezed out in trembling words, his devotion almost suffocating.
"Welcome, Lady Angel God! Your devoted servant, Qian Daoliu, is here!"
Qian Renxue sensed it as well.
The eight wings behind her trembled slightly beneath the holy light. She turned toward the statue, and when she saw her grandfather prostrate on the floor, her years of devout faith in the Angel God blazed fully alight.
She was just about to bend her knees in worship and had barely begun to utter her reverent address.
An invisible surge of holy light power supported her knees from below. Gentle yet impossible to defy, it firmly pushed her body back upright before she could kneel.
Qian Renxue froze.
Her words stopped halfway.
Qian Daoliu turned his head and saw Qian Renxue standing there without kneeling. The devotion on his face was instantly eclipsed by anxiety.
"Xiao Xue! You must not disrespect Lady Angel God! Kneel at once! You must not displease her!"
He had only just finished speaking.
A voice rang in both their ears at once.
It did not seem to come from any particular direction, but rather to descend into their consciousness out of nowhere. Clear and crystalline, lofty, imbued with supreme majesty and divinity, yet so impartial that it held not