The Destruction God King took Qian Renxue through the barrier between the Divine Realm and the mortal world. In an instant, they arrived in the void where the Angel Divine Temple stood.
The temple was formed entirely of pure, sacred golden light. It floated above a sea of clouds, surrounded by six pairs of outstretched stone wings. Every feather was as large as a door, with ancient Angel God Runes flowing across it.
But those runes had grown dim, like old lanterns left in the wind too long. Their shapes remained, yet they gave off little light.
"This is the Angel Divine Temple."
The Destruction God King stood before it with his hands behind his back. He spoke as though this sacred place, which a mortal soul master might spend a lifetime trying to reach, were merely an old house he had happened to pass during his long life. He glanced at the pale golden barrier over the doors. Without so much as raising an eyebrow, he waved a hand.
Purple-black Destruction Divine Thunder surged from his palm and washed over the divine barrier like a tide.
The barrier flared for an instant, as if struggling to resist. It did not last a single breath against the power of destruction. Like thin ice beneath the blazing sun, it dissolved bit by bit with a faint, delicate cracking, as though someone far away had shattered a string of crystals.
"Come." The Destruction God King stepped through the doors first.
Qian Renxue followed him, unconsciously lightening her steps.
The place was so quiet she could hear the blood flowing through her veins.
She looked around. Divine light flickered throughout the hall, as though it might surge toward her from every direction at any moment—or vanish altogether.
Her Eight-Winged Angel Martial Soul trembled