The air inside the Pope's Hall seemed to have been sucked away by the angel reliefs on the towering gilded pillars, leaving only the breathing of a few figures echoing through the vast space. The gold threads on his golden papal robes flickered in the shifting light.
Watching Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji could no longer suppress his doubts. He stepped forward and asked:
"Father, forgive me for speaking frankly."
The gold threads on his brand-new papal robes flickered in the shifting light.
"Xiao Wu and her mother are both hundred-thousand-year soul beasts. If they are willing to sacrifice themselves, with your aptitude and twin martial souls, absorbing them would surely take your strength to greater heights. Why leave this opportunity to Dong'er?"
At these words, everyone present glanced over.
Azure Luan's featherlike brows lifted slightly, and Lion's mane quivered-everyone knew what a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring meant to a soul master. It was the bridge across the chasm that kept the powerful shackled, and those at their level of cultivation understood its weight all the more.
Qian Daoliu turned around, his long golden hair falling over his shoulders. The phantom of a six-winged angel flickered behind him, its wings scattering flecks of golden light as they brushed through the air.
His voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable certainty:
"First, Xiao Wu's mother saved Dong'er's life. When Dong'er encountered danger in the Star Dou Great Forest years ago, she protected her. That bond deserves to be cherished."
"Second,"
Qian Daoliu shifted his tone, his blazing gaze sweeping over everyone.
"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring can no longer meet the needs of my second martial soul."
Before his words had faded, a dark yellow halo rose from his palm. The ancient, weighty phantom of the Chaos Bell slowly appeared, and