Within the magnificent Pope's Palace, Ling Bai carefully studied the mysteries of the God-Bestowed Soul Ring. Ye Guyi, who was absorbing the soul ring, gradually began to tremble. The tremors grew increasingly violent, a flush surfaced across her skin, and she endured intense agony.
Bibi Dong watched Ye Guyi's condition, occasionally glancing sideways. A trace of approval could be seen in her eyes. Ye Guyi was trying to push past her limits. Every second she held on meant a further increase in the soul ring's age.
Seventy thousand years, eighty thousand years, ninety thousand years...
A streak of blood-red stained the black soul ring. Ye Guyi was now at the brink of her limit, her pretty face twisted in pain as beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks. Sacred Angel was not Six-Winged Angel, after all. She could not reach for a hundred-thousand-year seventh soul ring.
The seventh soul skill was one of a Soul Master's most important abilities. A hundred-thousand-year Martial Soul Avatar was worlds apart from a ten-thousand-year Martial Soul Avatar. Just as Ling Bai was feeling regret on Ye Guyi's behalf, Bibi Dong suddenly acted.
Divine power poured into the God-Bestowed Soul Ring, and its black color instantly turned blood-red. A savage, primordial ferocity filled the Pope's Palace. Ye Guyi's aura surged explosively as a third pair of Angel Wings burst from her back.
Like Six-Winged Angel, Sacred Angel awakened with only two wings. Soul Sages with seven rings grew another pair of wings, and only after becoming Titled Douluo could they reveal their complete angelic form.
Stimulated by the bloodline of End-Fate Angel, Ye Guyi had developed four wings ahead of time. Now, she had directly transformed into a Six-Winged Sacred Angel. Her future was boundless.
Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction, then noticed the meaningful look