Qian Renxue followed Qian Daoliu into Douluo Hall.
At the very center of the hall stood an enormous statue of a six-winged angel.
Its six wings spread wide, its expression majestic and sacred.
Qian Renxue raised her head and gazed at the sacred Six-Winged Angel Statue, her eyes filled with reverence.
In that instant, even her breathing grew soft and slow, as though she feared disturbing the sacred presence slumbering within the hall.
"Xiao Xue, are you ready?"
"I'm ready."
Qian Renxue answered softly, her voice firm.
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly.
"Kneel and still your heart."
Qian Renxue obeyed, kneeling before the statue and closing her eyes.
She held herself straight and reverent, her hands resting quietly before her knees.
She entrusted her entire heart and mind to the sacred Angel Statue before her.
Qian Daoliu waited silently at her side, saying nothing more.
His gaze rested on his granddaughter, his heart full of anticipation.
The hall was eerily quiet.
Before they knew it, four hours had passed.
Qian Renxue knelt on the floor, her breathing even and her expression peaceful.
It was as though she had become one with the sacred atmosphere around her.
By then, her heart had grown completely still, free of stray thoughts.
Suddenly, Qian Daoliu moved.
Golden light radiated from his body.
A sacred aura instantly filled the entire hall.
The light was warm and boundless, like the descent of a deity, enveloping all of Douluo Hall in solemn splendor.
"Xiao Xue, open your eyes."
Qian Daoliu's voice rang out amid the golden light.
The moment he finished speaking, a golden flame suddenly burst from the sword in the Six-Winged Angel Statue's hand.
The flame shone dazzlingly, like divine fire descending from the heavens, bearing endless sanctity and majesty.
The golden flame descended, enveloping Qian