Night fell, and stars glittered brilliantly in the dark sky.
Spirit Hall, deep within Douluo Hall.
Qian Renxue stood quietly, gazing into the distance at a pitch-black passage. Its depths were utterly dark, impossible to make out.
Beside her stood a young man dressed in understated black clothing. He was Qian Chongling.
"Xue'er, aren't you going to rest? Do you want to begin the Seventh Trial right now?"
Qian Chongling's sudden voice broke the silence.
Qian Renxue's face remained expressionless. If not for the golden divine mark glowing gently between her brows, she would have looked like a statue.
"Stick my head out, and the blade falls; pull it back, and the blade still falls. I'll have to face it sooner or later."
Qian Renxue glared fiercely at Qian Chongling and spoke with resignation.
Indeed, the Angel Nine Trials Qian Chongling had devised had greatly improved Qian Renxue's strength-not merely her soul power, but also her mental fortitude and physique.
This all-round improvement had benefited Qian Renxue immensely.
However, the divine trials Qian Chongling devised were all extremely difficult and far from easy to pass.
Now, Qian Renxue had finally passed the Sixth Trial. Only the final three trials stood between her and true godhood.
After all, few could resist the temptation of becoming a god.
Qian Chongling smiled and nodded. "I'm very pleased that you have such resolve. Now, let me explain the Seventh Trial."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and swept it gently downward. Space rippled, and a huge Crystal Screen appeared before Qian Renxue.
An enormous image appeared on the Crystal Screen.
Within it, a woman whose face was indistinct hovered in midair, three pairs of golden wings on her back. She gazed down at a city exuding darkness and menace.