Deep within the Angel Temple lay a quiet chamber reserved for the inheritor's cultivation.
All six walls were built of Lightstone, and a complete Six-Winged Angel formation was carved into the floor. Qian Daoliu personally maintained the formation outside the Gate. Golden Soul Power flowed slowly along the corners, sealing the chamber off from the outside world.
Qian Renxue sat cross-legged at the center of the formation and took out the left leg Soul Bone.
The Soul Bone was crystal clear, with silver patterns drifting inside it like a frozen river of stars. Bai Jin sat opposite her, elbows braced on his knees. Through his Azure Blue eyes, he saw something far more dangerous beneath its surface.
The Rift-Splitting Silverwing Beast's lingering obsession lay curled around the Soul Bone's core.
It had no complete consciousness. It remembered only the chase, the tearing of flesh, and the pain of Bai Jin's blade pinning it through the chest before it died.
"You can still change your mind," Bai Jin said.
Qian Renxue pressed the Soul Bone to her left leg. "Too late."
The moment silver light entered her body, her entire left leg went rigid.
Dense silver lines appeared beneath her skin, climbing from her knee. The spatial power within the Soul Bone did not follow her meridians. Like a swarm of sharp-edged living things, it cut the shortest paths straight through her flesh.
The first bloody gash burst open at her ankle.
Then came a second. A third.
Qian Renxue's shoulders trembled. She gritted her teeth, drawing Angel Soul Power up from her dantian to force the silver lines back into her left leg. Her light attribute was pure enough, but it could find no foothold against spatial rifts. The golden Soul Power had barely gathered before it was sliced apart.