I Cannot Bear It for You

As Qian Renxue gripped the Angel Holy Sword, the old scar on her right palm reopened, flames seeped into her bones along the hilt, and all six pieces of golden armor lit up. However, the last stone Stone Steps beneath her feet sank an inch.

Bai Jin, standing outside the hall, heard the noise and first dismissed the Deacon who were still in the corridor.

The sword inside the door is still in the Holy Statue's hand.

Qian Renxue had already used her Angel Domain to contain the fire on the sword, but the golden light pressed back along her domain, causing the intact Armor on her chest to dent inwards. She held the hilt of the sword with her left hand and lifted both arms outwards at the same time. The Leg Armor was pulled by the Stone Steps beneath her feet, and her body was pulled back as soon as it left its original position.

The fire in his palm burned even deeper.

She released the force from her left hand, allowing her Right Arm to support the sword alone, and stood firmly with her legs one in front of the other. The silver light in the old bone of her Left Leg shone as usual, but it could only help her stabilize her position and could not pull the sword out of the Holy Statue.

"Take a half step back," Qian Daoliu said.

She did as instructed, but the sword didn't loosen its grip. Instead, the Holy Light struck her breastplate, and she tasted blood in her mouth. Qian Renxue didn't spit it out immediately. She reconnected her Soul Power to the sword hilt and realized that when she stepped back, her right leg was still pushing forward, and the power supported by the golden armor on both sides hadn't truly merged together.

She stopped when she saw the crack in the gold.

The golden flames were still burning, and the sword hilt had already scalded her palm until she lost all feeling. Even with her Level 99 Soul Power, she couldn't make the fire detour on its own. Qian Renxue dismounted her right leg first, used the Armor on her chest to absorb the pressure, and then used both arms to transfer the force to the same position before stepping back onto the complete Stone Steps.

The Holy Sword moved outwards slightly.

Gold dust sprinkled through the gaps between the Holy Statue's fingers, and the first inch of light from the sword's spine was so bright it blinded her. She lowered her Divine Outfit to protect her eyes, and could only see the tightly clenched hand nearby, a hand with burns showing, even the skin at the base of the fingers torn open.

Qian Daoliu to her side but didn't touch the sword.

"You can let go. Let go once, and start over."

Qian Renxue tried to retract her Right Arm, and the fire on the sword immediately pressed even tighter into her palm. She was not coaxed into continuing to pull back by the promise of starting over. She endured the pain and slowly pushed the inch she had just pulled out back in. Only when the sword fire was pressed back into the Holy Statue did she release her grip.

She stepped back, her hand no longer able to grip the sword.

Qian Daoliu water flowed down, and she caught them with her left hand, her wrist still trembling as she drank. The Inheritance Gate was very close, so close that she could see the golden flames inside from below the platform, yet the Holy Sword remained the last thing blocking the gate.

Qian Renxue put down the water and tore open the Medicinal Bandage herself.

She first cleared away the charred skin from the wound, and when she pressed the Medicinal Bandage on, her fingers ached so much she couldn't close them. The Divine Outfit could still protect her wrist and forearm, but her palms had to grip the sword hilt directly, as the inherited fire entered through there, and no amount of wrapping could block it.

Qian Daoliu sat down beside the stone platform and waited for her to finish bandaging herself. He didn't use a stronger Holy Light to heal her wounds. She looked up and asked if it would be easier if she held on with her left hand first.

"You can try. You need to figure out where that force in your Right Arm should go."

Qian Renxue reached for the sword hilt with her left hand, but before she could exert any force, her left shoulder armor was already pressed backward. Her left hand was meant to support and pull back the sword; she was used to spreading her attacks to both sides from there, but the Holy Sword required all her strength to be truly directed to the blade. With her two hands in different positions, the pathway within her body had to be changed as well. Today's temporary switch meant that the breastplate could not be properly attached.

She released her left hand and returned to the stone platform. First, she made the six Divine Outfit light up, and then she suppressed the golden fire one by one. The golden pattern on her forehead allowed her to see the force very close by. Her breastplate had to withstand the impact of the return, her legs couldn't rush to send the person over, and her arms had to wait until her shoulders and back were completely stable.

Qian Renxue stepped onto the last step, extending and retracting her hand to confirm that every bit of strength had been received by her. The wound still ached, making her want to lower her Right Arm, but she was already able to hold it steadily in front of the sword hilt.

She looked at her grandfather, who simply nodded.

"One more time," she said.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from outside the hall. The Divine Array rushed out along the outer wall, and the first Stone Pillar in the West Corridor snapped outward. Bai Jin did not open the Worldless Sky-Sealing to the inner hall. Instead, he landed at the base of the pillar, pushed the offerings still standing under the corridor to the side, and met the back shock of the golden fire. The broken pillar fell into the empty courtyard.

The golden fire pressed down on his shoulders, forcing him to stretch backward Limitless.

He saw the light and shadow in the inner hall, but did not reach out to the hand that was being burned. Instead, he turned and directed the remaining embers to the Outer Courtyard Coordinates that he had already locked. Footsteps sounded outside the stone wall, and the last Deacon dragged his medicine box around the corner. Only then did Bai Jin shrink the lock around himself, the blood on his arm already seeping into his sleeve.

A priest looked towards the inner hall and asked if they should stop.

She will decide for herself.

Bai Jin told him to guard the East Corridor, while he stayed in front of the Hall Gate. He could block the falling Stone Pillar and move the fire rushing towards the corridor. If he transferred the force that Qian Renxue felt when she held the sword to himself, the last piece of the Divine Outfit would no longer be able to connect to her.

Inside the door, Qian Renxue reached her Right Hand back towards the sword hilt.

This time, she didn't use her hands to lift it first. The golden armor on her legs supported her from her feet, and the silver light passed along her left knee, diverting the impact into her bones. The armor on her right Leg Armor then sent the force to her waist and back. The breastplate caught it upwards, and her shoulders lit up last before her Right Hand grasped it.

The sword fire continued to penetrate the wound, but her fingers no longer rushed to apply pressure first.

The freshly wrapped Medicinal Bandage boiled, and bits of it fell onto the Stone Steps. Qian Renxue didn't use a hand to wipe it away; her right palm was against the hilt of the sword, and her left hand supported it from behind, allowing the force from both her shoulders and back to come at the same time. The golden light under the sword veered to one side, so she first turned her wrist to press it back, and only continued to lift it outwards once it was truly stable.

The Holy Sword left the stone hand and moved half a foot outward. Golden fire poured down from the sword's spine and landed on her. The Divine Outfit, which had just solidified, withstood the first layer of fire, but the burning pain inside pierced directly through the breastplate, forcing her to bend over.

She tried to retreat, but the sword was already in both her hands.

Qian Renxue raised her left arm to support the back of the sword hilt, her Right Hand pressed tightly against the guard, enduring the excruciating pain that shot from her chest to her forehead, and turned the sword tip toward an empty place. The edges of the Divine Outfit were burned away piece by piece by the fire, but were then held back by the Soul Power she sent back; the person inside the golden armor never let go.

As the sword tip reached the top of the temple, the last two fingers of the Holy Statue snapped off, and the entire sword fell down.

She bent her knees, and two deep cracks appeared on the Stone Steps. Her breastplate shifted the weight of the sword onto her legs, and the silver and gold light within her old bones sank down simultaneously. Qian Renxue did not fall; she stood on the broken Stone Steps, pressing the sword tip slowly against her shoulder.

Angel Holy Sword, detachment.

She looked at her grandfather, tears and sweat mingling in her eyes, wanting to show him the sword she had finally grasped, but first saw him walking towards the Inheritance Gate. Qian Daoliu's outer robe had been left in the outer room; today he was only wearing ordinary white clothes, and his steps remained unchanged.

Qian Renxue took a step forward.

The fire on the Holy Sword immediately brought her to a stop. The Divine Position power that had not yet arrived was still inside the gate. Liu Jia had caught the sword, but she still couldn't support the path connecting to the Divine Position. She couldn't loosen her own support while trying to pull her grandfather back.

"Grandfather."

Qian Daoliu around, looked at the sword in her hand, and smiled.

Hold on tight.

She gripped the hilt of the sword tighter, blood flowing again from the wound on her right palm, but the Holy Sword did not slip from her hand. The fire inside the door finally parted to the sides, revealing the edge of the Altar. Qian Daoliu stepped forward, his palm landing on the Angel Mark in the center.

The Outer Courtyard Keys the hall made a sound as it bumped against the doorframe.

Bai Jin stood guard at the door, pressing the golden flames that were still overflowing out of the corridor back against the stone wall. He saw Qian Renxue standing below the platform, the Holy Sword already in her hand, and he also saw the first layer of Holy Light rising at Qian Daoliu's feet.

Qian Renxue did not ask him for help.

She raised the real Angel Holy Sword, facing the direction where her grandfather was standing.