Bibi Dong walked through the morning dew along the mountain path back to Spirit Hall. The mountain breeze had washed away most of Slaughter City's bloody stench, but the coldness settled deep in her eyes had yet to fade.
Her fitted purple-black clothes traced her increasingly upright figure, and a few dark-red bloodstains still clung to her cuffs-marks she had brought back from Hell Road.
The soul power within her surged like a rushing river, battering ceaselessly against the level-eighty bottleneck. With just one suitable soul ring, she could officially join the ranks of Soul Douluos. Her steps quickened with her swelling excitement.
At a bend in the mountain path, she instinctively looked up toward Spirit City, and her pupils abruptly contracted.
A burst of dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from the Worship Hall. An instant later, a pillar of light shot up from the ground and spanned the heavens, piercing layer upon layer of gloom like a jade pillar holding up the sky.
That golden light was utterly pure, without a trace of impurity. It dyed half the sky a brilliant gold and gilded even the morning mist between the mountains with a sacred halo.
An immense sacred aura swept across the mountains and river valleys like a tide. Wherever it passed, plants unfurled, insects fell silent, and even the air grew fresh and solemn.
"This is..."
Bibi Dong clenched her fists, shock and understanding flashing through her violet eyes.
"Teacher's angel martial soul has finally finished evolving."
Meanwhile,
The sacred aura above Spirit City had grown ever denser and more concentrated over these six years, as though an invisible golden halo enveloped the entire city.
The source of that aura was the Angel Temple, where Qian Daoliu had spent six full years in seclusion.
Outside the Worship