The Worship Hall.
Deep within the Angel God's Temple.
Qian Daoliu stood before the Six-Winged Angel statue.
The moment the golden sword silhouette appeared, he had opened his eyes.
The sacred angelic flames still burned within the temple.
Yet every flame leaned toward the Heaven Dou Empire.
Qian Renxue walked in from outside the hall.
Her long golden hair cascaded down her back.
She came to Qian Daoliu's side and likewise gazed into the distance.
"Grandpa."
"That sword aura just now came from the Thunder Mountain Range."
Qian Daoliu nodded.
"I sensed it."
"Was it Granduncle?"
"It was."
Qian Daoliu did not hesitate in the slightest.
He had cultivated the way of the sword for many years.
No one on the entire continent knew Qian Daochen's Sword Intent better than he did.
Though that aura did not come from the Godslaying Sword itself, it bore traces left by Qian Daochen's own hand.
Only Qian Daochen could make a sword manifestation travel such a vast distance and reach the Angel God's Temple.
Qian Renxue looked at her grandfather.
"Is Granduncle's martial soul also the Six-Winged Angel?"
"No."
Qian Daoliu's gaze settled on the Angel God Statue.
"The Qian Family has passed down the Seraphim Martial Soul for generations."
"But my elder brother was an exception."
"The martial soul he awakened was a sword."
Curiosity grew in Qian Renxue's eyes.
"What sword?"
"The Godslaying Sword."
Qian Daoliu spoke its name.
"When my elder brother first awakened his martial soul, the Godslaying Sword was only half a blade."
"Many in the clan believed it was a failed martial soul mutation."
"Later, as my elder brother grew, that broken sword gradually became whole."
"With it, my elder brother also forged a path entirely different from that of the Six-Winged Angel."
Qian Renxue continued, "Is