The last beam of holy light

The Holy Light around Qian Daoliu's feet rose above her knees. Qian Renxue wanted to move forward, but the weight from the Holy Sword held her in place. The old man called her name, and she pulled her left foot back from the step.

"Stand still first."

She stood still as instructed, her golden leg armor already bearing the fire before the Divine Position gate, while her breastplate and forehead Divine Outfit were still pressed down by the surging power. Nine Soul Ring lit up behind her, and her original Soul Power flowed through the sword hilt, immediately dispersing in all directions upon contact with the true Angel Divine Power within the gate.

Qian Renxue withdrew the scattered power, but her Right Arm was shaken and fell limp.

Qian Daoliu's Holy Light had already reached his waist, and his Level 99 Soul Power surged from his feet, connecting with the golden expanse inside the gate. He didn't let all his power suddenly overwhelm it; instead, he sent the thinnest strand to the sword's edge, instructing her to use the portion she could still control to receive it.

The Holy Sword was raised.

The thin beam of light pierced through the sword's spine, circled among the six Divine Outfit, and the broken edges gradually solidified again. Qian Renxue felt the Golden Fragment on her forehead adhere to her bones, and the fire in her chest no longer squeezed in one place on its own; instead, the weight on her body grew heavier and heavier.

She looked up and saw that her grandfather's legs had disappeared into the light.

"Grandfather."

"I am here."

The voice was the same as last night, but the hand beneath the white robes was now transparent in the firelight. Qian Renxue instinctively pushed forward, trying to use her Divine Outfit to block the flames, but the Holy Sword immediately drooped downwards, and the Divine Power she had just received surged back from her breastplate, almost pushing her off the Stone Steps.

Qian Daoliu stopped the second beam of Holy Light that was being delivered.

She didn't fall, but the tip of the sword hit the step, leaving a deep hole. Blood from her palm wound fell onto the spine of the sword, flowing down the lines to the tip. Looking at the blood, she finally put her left hand, which had been reaching for her grandfather, back onto the hilt.

The old man waited until she was steady before sending the second ray of light.

Qian Renxue attached it to her breastplate, spread her shoulders to the sides, and opened her Holy Light Wings from behind. External impacts that could be separated in the past now fell on her body along with the newly attached Divine Power. The silver light in the old bone of her Left Leg was also covered by a layer of gold, but it did not disappear from her body.

She endured the excruciating pain in her chest and abdomen and sent the silver light across her left knee again.

She didn't take that step, but her old bones already responded within her complete Divine Outfit. The golden armor supported her weight on the outside, and the silver wings held her own landing point. Qian Renxue was finally able to hold her sword upright before the Altar, no longer forced to retreat with each wisp of Divine Power.

Qian Daoliu saw the silver pattern and a smile appeared in his eyes.

This time, they really stood their ground.

She couldn't speak, tears fell, but the fire dried them. Her left hand still firmly held the back of the sword hilt. Holy Light rose from the old man's waist to his chest, and Six-Winged Angel unfolded behind him, then melted into the Inheritance Gate piece by piece.

The Stone Pillar in the Outer Courtyard also tilt inwards.

Bai Jin unleashed the Worldless Sky-Sealing, locking the four spatial junctions Hall Gate, while the true inheritance within the inner palace could still flow as usual. The golden fire that attempted to cross the West Corridor along the outer wall stopped once, but the furthest point pressed back, heading straight for the two enshrined figures who had not yet retreated from the Outer Courtyard.

He didn't expand the area further. Cang first landed at their feet, pulling them from the corridor to the courtyard gate, and then He pushed them back along the empty ground. Jin Huo crashed into the deserted courtyard, breaking two of the four pillars, but the outer wall of the Worship Hall still stood.

Bai Jin's right wrist was soaked with blood, and his Six Eyes reflected the pressure coming from all directions. The furthest point of contact was still a beat late. He could see it, but he could only change the position of the force before the delay. His Level 98 Soul Power did not help him pass the final level just because he guarded the Divine Temple once.

He stood back in front of the door, flicked the blood from his fingers onto the steps, and did not shoot the Azure or Crimson at the Altar.

There were no more wounds inside the door that could be repaired by Reverse Cursed Technique. Qian Daoliu was giving away his life and divine Divine Power piece by piece. Bai Jin looked at the old man's increasingly transparent shoulders and back, gripped the bunch of keys tightly, and guarded the last wall that was still shaking.

Qian Renxue was finally able to receive the third ray of light.

This one was heavier than the previous one. As soon as it entered her chest, the sacred fire between her six wings rolled inward. She then expanded her domain, and all the Stone Steps outside the Altar came into view. She could even see the blood on Bai Jin's sleeves Hall Gate, but she still couldn't focus her attention on so many places at the same time.

The Holy Sword veered an inch to the right, and the Divine Power that was being delivered immediately poured into her Right Arm, pressing a dent into her Armor. Qian Renxue withdrew the power that was looking towards the Outer Courtyard, straightened the sword blade again, and the breastplate caught the third beam of light. Only then did the dent in her Right Arm slowly unfold from her shoulder.

Qian Daoliu's figure had already faded. She heard her grandfather still speaking, telling her to look at the sword in her hand first. She did as he said, letting the power from the Divine Position travel around the six Jia (a trigram in Chinese astrology) for a full circle, and then return to her chest from her legs. She did not use the still unstable Divine Power to illuminate the entire Spirit City.

The power finally stopped within her body, and the surrounding fire receded beyond the sword's edge. Qian Renxue could free one hand, but she didn't reach it towards the Altar. The path her grandfather was burning was connected to the power she wielded with the sword; reaching out would only touch the Holy Light that was returning to her body.

She placed her left hand back on the sword hilt, tears falling even faster, but the sword no longer veering off course.

The edges of the Divine Outfit solidified, the flames on the sword blade receded layer by layer, and six wings lit up behind her. Her injured hand still ached, but her physical body was now able to completely transfer the incoming Divine Power to the sword. Finally, the door opened for her from behind the Altar.

Only the area above the shoulders of the Qian Daoliu remains clearly visible.

She looked at that face, remembering the robe she had sewn the night before, and the overly salty soup in the bowl. The power of her Divine Position allowed her to see every ember in the Outer Courtyard, yet she still couldn't see any way to bring the person on the Altar back to the ground.

"Xue'er."

Qian Daoliu her, preventing her from moving forward.

"From now on, don't always wait for someone to call you to eat."

She answered with tears in her eyes, her voice already hoarse. The old man didn't mention the empire, the offerings, or the Divine Position again. He glanced one last time at Bai Jin standing outside the door, and the Angel Mark in his palm dissipated.

The last beam of Holy Light crossed the Altar and entered Qian Renxue's chest.

She raised the Holy Sword above her head, and the six Divine Outfit closed simultaneously. The six wings on her back extended, and the fire in the entire inner sanctuary rose along the sword's edge. The Divine Position imprint from the Holy Statue fell from above and adhered to her forehead. Only when the original Soul Power and the oncoming Angel Divine Power were completely absorbed did the sword truly return to her hand.

The Angel God.

Qian Renxue stood in the golden light; the Altar was now empty.

She removed the fire from the Holy Sword, and the remaining light shining from the palace roof also receded. People in the distance could only see the golden light illuminating the area Worship Hall; no one heard his grandfather's last words of everyday conversation from that light.

The complete six wings folded behind her, and the golden fire that had fallen on the stone returned to the sword. The places she had passed no longer burned, and the broken sword and wooden stand left by the platform remained in their original places. Qian Renxue suppressed her Divine Power point by point, and only after confirming that the people outside the door no longer needed to retreat for this inheritance did she release her left hand that was holding the sword.

Qian Renxue was finally able to walk onto the Altar.

She sheathed the Holy Sword at her side, knelt down, and touched the spot where she had left the mark. The stone surface was still warm, and the wound on her palm was now protected by her complete Divine Outfit. There were no sleeves on the platform, nor a wisp of soul waiting for her to return to her body.

Qian Daoliu.

She knelt for a long time, slowly retracting her six wings behind her back. She first stabilized the Divine Power overflowing from her feet before letting the Divine Outfit on her forehead recede. Tears fell onto the stone platform again, this time not dried by the fire.

Bai Jin didn't come in to urge her.

He instructed the people outside to move the broken pillar and relight all the remaining lamps in the Worship Hall, still holding the key in his hand. When Qian Renxue looked up, the Hall Gate was open, and the platinum robe that her grandfather had placed on the back of the chair the night before was hanging outside the door.

She got up, walked over, and hugged the robe to her arms.