[Beyond the battlefield, you naturally knew nothing of the whispered undercurrents between Chrysanthemum Douluo and Qian Daoliu.]
[Within the dense forest-]
[The Seventh Soul Ring beneath Qian Renxue's feet suddenly flared, and dazzling golden light surged out like a tide, swallowing her whole in an instant.]
[It was not a blinding blaze, but a gentle yet majestic holiness, like the first light of dawn breaking through the clouds, draping the entire forest in a veil of pale gold.]
[Seventh Soul Skill-Angel True Body!]
[Qian Renxue's figure rapidly grew taller within the light. Her brilliant golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, its ends stirring without wind in the air, flowing with liquid sunlight.]
[The two pairs of wings behind her expanded into six wings and spread wide. Each feather seemed condensed from pure light, its edges haloed in pale gold; with every gentle beat, countless tiny feathers of light scattered like drifting snowflakes, melting as soon as they touched the ground.]
[A suit of golden armor forged from sacred power appeared over her body. Breastplate, pauldrons, and skirt armor covered her in layers, each plate engraved with intricate angelic patterns that glittered in the light.]
[Her face remained exquisitely beautiful, but now carried a measure of inhuman divinity. Her purple eyes were indifferent and majestic, like a deity looking down upon all living beings, without the slightest ripple of mortal emotion.]
[Between her brows, a brilliant golden divine mark slowly appeared, shaped like a burning sun and also like a miniature six-pointed star, suffused with an eternal, unchanging majesty.]
[An entirely brilliant-gold Angel Holy Sword condensed in her palm. Its blade was nearly half again as long as before, its spine inscribed with complex runes, every stroke seemingly containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. Wherever its edge pointed,