Outer Space.
"Where is this? Didn't I sacrifice myself?"
Inside the great hall, thirty-six pillars on either side supported the roof. A broad, straight aisle ran through its center into the hall, ending at an ornate chair where a figure sat upright.
His blood-red armor, patterned with demonic markings, was intricate and magnificent. His silvery-white hair reached his waist, and his scarlet-gold, hundred-plate battle skirt stirred without wind. His bearing was cold but restrained enough not to inspire fear.
Yet this man was not what surprised Qian Daoliu most. Standing beside him was the very being Qian Daoliu worshipped every day-
The Angel God!
The most, most, most terrifying thing was that the deity he worshipped every day did not even have a seat before the man in that chair!
"Divine Ancestor..."
"Ahem!" The Angel God gave a light cough to remind him. "This is the Asura God King, my superior. Mind your manners."
His divine servant's loss of composure left her feeling a little embarrassed. More afraid of losing face, she frantically signaled him with her eyes.
After so many years of worship, Qian Daoliu knew something of the Divine Realm's hierarchy. As though waking from a dream, he stammered, "My respects, Qian... Asura God King..."
Lin Qian's face was handsome, his usual easygoing manner now carrying a measure of majesty. His gray eyes commanded respect without anger, a faint scarlet-gold light flowing within them.
Although he released not a trace of pressure, he still made others feel an oppressive force upon their souls.
A moment later, he gently lifted Qian Daoliu to his feet. "Grandpa, I told you there's no need to stand on ceremony, but you never remember. Xiao Xue's martial soul evolved into the Twelve-Winged Seraphim. If she becomes a god, she will certainly enter the