Qian Renxue stepped into the heart of the formation. A hairline crack first appeared in the thin armor on her left leg. Holy light ahead had already pressed against her chest, while three slashing beams shot from the stone wall to her right, forcing her to change course before her foot touched down.
Her soul power had reached Level 98.
A full year had passed since she received that letter from the sea assuring her of his safety. All six pieces of golden armor had taken shape, but their edges, not yet linked together, pulled against one another under intense pressure. Today, Qian Daoliu had activated the old formation in the Divine Temple. The angelic power stored within far exceeded what she could ordinarily endure, and not a single ray of holy light would yield to her habitual movements.
Qian Renxue stepped left, and Silverwing Skystep carried her away before the slashing beams struck. Her right leg landed on the Stone Steps, its golden armor bearing the first downward surge of force, but the old bone within her left leg burned under the pull of the formation's heart.
That was the power left by a two-hundred-and-sixty-thousand-year-old Rift-Splitting Silverwing Beast.
It had accompanied her down a long road, and even now could cut through the interwoven distances within the formation. The golden armor on her left leg tried to close first, but the silver light within the bone surged along its old route toward the back of her knee. The two forces collided, prying open the armor over her knee, and holy light bored through that narrow gap.
She did not use Angel Domain to force the silver light back. Instead, she turned the sword in her right hand and carved an opening between the two slashing beams ahead. Her left