Snow White knew Qian Daoliu meant well.
She knew how rare an opportunity Angel God's Trial was.
She knew that if she missed it, it might truly be gone forever.
But she did not regret it.
Because that was Qian Renxue's path, not hers.
She could not take it from her.
Qian Daoliu's figure had already vanished beyond the hall doors, and the Worship Hall returned to silence. Golden radiance spilled from the dome, bathing the enormous Angel God statue in sacred light.
Snow White turned around, glanced at the Six-Winged Angel statue, then headed out of the hall.
Outside the Worship Hall, the sunlight was just right.
Standing on the steps, Snow White narrowed her eyes at the clear blue sky overhead and took a deep breath.
There was an indescribable scent in Spirit City's air.
It was neither the fragrance of flowers in Heaven Dou City nor the cold scent of the imperial palace, but something ancient, steeped in thousands of years—a presence unique to Spirit Hall.
Snow White neither disliked it nor liked it.
She would not be leaving Spirit City anytime soon, because she needed to stay here and cultivate.
Spirit City possessed the finest Angel Martial Soul mimetic cultivation grounds on the entire continent.
Although her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was only a secondary focus, since she possessed it, she could not let it go to waste.
Besides...
Snow White's gaze crossed layer upon layer of palaces and settled upon the area deep within Spirit City, shrouded in golden radiance.
That was where the Angel Martial Soul mimetic cultivation grounds were located.
It was the foundation Spirit Hall had accumulated over thousands of years, a sacred cultivation ground coveted by every Soul Master with a holy Martial Soul on the continent.
She needed to cultivate