The group climbed the white jade steps. Carved from pure white Angel God Stone, the Sacred Mountain's stairway rose tier upon tier, stretching all the way to the summit.
The higher they climbed, the more distinct the presence hidden in the air became. It was a power of pure light, sacred and inviolable, acting directly upon the soul.
Any ordinary Soul Master who set foot here would be influenced by this power of light, involuntarily feeling the urge to bow in worship. Even their soul power would instinctively subside.
This was the power of the Angel God, the deity Spirit Hall had worshipped for generations.
Yet the instant Jiang Baiyu sensed this power, the Shennong Cauldron trembled slightly. Even the aura of vegetation within the Cauldron Grotto-Heaven faintly resonated with it. As the Angel God held partial authority over the sun, her power was a perfect match for Jiang Baiyu's Shennong Cauldron. Rather than being suppressed, he even felt his soul power slowly increasing, his steps light and brisk.
Beside him, jade-green soul power swirled around Su Wu. Since he also possessed a plant-type martial soul, the sacred pressure washing over them was no great burden to him.
Qian Renxue walked ahead, her long golden hair lifting gently in the breeze. Her bloodline shared its origins with this temple, and the faint angelic halo around her subtly resonated with her surroundings. She skipped along, turning back now and then to call to them, "Hurry up! Grandpa's waiting."
Seeing this, Jiang Baiyu quickened his pace as well. As for Pufferfish and Snake Lance, they had long since grown accustomed to this place and felt no pressure either.
When they climbed the final step, massive doors of dark gold appeared before them. A six-winged angel was carved in relief upon them, its