Qian Renxue (63)

The bookshelves there were completely empty. There was only a stone base, and on the base sat an object covered in white silk. Qian Renxue had never paid attention to this place before, but today, she was drawn toward it by some indescribable sense.

She lifted the silk, revealing an ancient Bronze Mirror.

The mirror was not large, about a foot in diameter, its surface dim as though covered in the dust of passing years. Complicated patterns were carved into the frame—they were neither the markings commonly seen in the God Realm, nor designs from any civilization Qian Renxue had ever encountered. Those patterns seemed alive, slowly flowing in the light, shifting their forms.

Qian Renxue reached out and touched the mirror's surface.

The instant her fingertip made contact, the mirror suddenly lit up. The dark surface became clear as water, but what it reflected was not Qian Renxue's current appearance. Instead, a series of images flashed past in rapid succession—

She saw her young self receiving the Angel God's trial in the halls of Spirit Hall, sweat soaking her golden hair, while an undying flame burned in her eyes.

She saw the self disguised as Xue Qinghe, maneuvering through the court of the Heaven Dou Empire, every smile precisely calculated, every decision concerning the empire's future.

She saw the moment she inherited the Angel Godhood, golden light piercing heaven and earth, six wings unfurling behind her, sacred and alone.

She saw the final battle with Tang San, saw her godhood shatter, saw herself fall from the sky, and then, through long years, gradually condense her divine core again and recover her strength.

She saw her first meeting with Tang Wulin, saw the pure light in the child's eyes, saw herself unknowingly change from a cold guardian into a true