In Spirit City, they were still in that courtyard house, unassuming on the outside yet lavishly decorated within.
In the basement beneath the courtyard, the six black stones used for the martial soul awakening ceremony had shattered into irregular fragments, which still faintly radiated all manner of ominous negative energy.
Dressed in a little black skirt, Qian Guangyue had changed from white hair and red eyes to black hair and red eyes. Her tiny body floated in midair, eight ink-black wings gently stirring behind her and occasionally shedding a black feather.
Qian Xunji and his family of three, all members of the Qian Family, stared in horror at their little ancestor, Qian Guangyue, a short distance away. The reason was simple: the "angel" she had awakened today was different from the Six-Winged Angel passed down through their family-or rather, they were as different as heaven and earth.
The Six-Winged Angel was a radiant, sacred god-bestowed martial soul possessing ultimate fire. Yet the angel before them not only had eight ink-black wings, but also exuded an aura of depravity and evil.
Qian Daoliu wore a solemn expression. He seemed to recall certain records he had once read in an ancient book about their ancestor, Qian Chongling-the seventh Pope of Spirit Hall, and the most brutal and bloodthirsty Pope in its history.
Recalling that their ancestor had once mentioned having some ties with the Dugu Family, Qian Daoliu seemed to understand something.
But Qian Chongling had no time to concern himself with what these youngsters were thinking. His expression turned cold, and purple-black soul power gathered in his hand, forming a massive palm that seized Qian Guangyue and brought her little body into his arms.
Purple-black soul power coated his pale, slender fingers. Qian Chongling tapped Qian Guangyue a few times, first