Sea God Island, the altar.
Qian Renxue landed on the altar, where Bo Saixi was already waiting.
Her expression was complicated. "Congratulations. You have completed the fourth trial."
Traces still lingered in the water screen: the process of Qian Renxue slaying the Evil Orca King, and that final gilded martial soul. For the first time, they made this high priestess of the Sea God question her own knowledge.
Qian Renxue nodded. "Thank you, High Priestess. You are welcome to attend the Spirit Hall Grand Ceremony in two months."
Bo Saixi recalled the invitation and muttered, "I haven't decided whether to go yet..."
Qian Renxue did not respond. Her eight wings had already unfurled, and a streak of platinum light shot skyward, vanishing beyond the horizon in an instant.
Spirit City, Pope Hall.
Bibi Dong stood on a high terrace, overlooking all of Spirit City.
Her gaze swept across the square, the streets, and the homes before finally settling in the direction of Douluo Hall.
That sacred hall, which held the Angel Inheritance, remained forever above her gaze.
She hated that feeling. Her nails dug into the stone railing, sending stone chips showering down.
The sunset's lingering glow dyed Spirit City gold and red. Commoners packed up their stalls in the square, the cries of vendors faded into the distance, and patrol soul masters changed shifts. Everything was as peaceful as could be.
Bibi Dong's breathing suddenly grew rapid, and her eyes abruptly turned purplish-black. Her noble, sacred aura was instantly replaced by brutality. Fine demonic markings burst from her forehead and spread like living things across her cheeks, her neck, and her snowy breasts.
That stunning face twisted into something almost inhuman.
"Qian Renxue."
Her voice carried a double echo. One was her own; the other was deep and hoarse,