Time passed quickly; an hour slipped away unnoticed.
Qian Daoliu looked at the crowd below the stage and said in a deep voice with his golden eyes, "Silence." His powerful voice fell upon their ears.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on him, waiting for his arrangements. In just an hour, the news that someone's Spirit was the Six-Winged Angel Spirit had spread.
Most of the Angel Clan members were excited, wanting to see who this lucky person was, as they were unaware of what had transpired inside the sacrificial hall.
Once the news spread, they began to inquire, but they still had only partial information about it.
Under their gazes, a golden-haired, golden-eyed young man slowly walked onto the stage, bathed in golden light, as if he were draped in a transparent cloud-like garment.
On his still-youthful face was a solemn expression, which made Ling Chang'e, who was watching from the crowd, feel that he was putting on an act.
This person was clearly a little kid like her, yet he insisted on acting mature to show off his uniqueness. He was too much; she really couldn't bear to watch!
Ling Chang'e thought enviously, she wasn't jealous at all!
Three pairs of golden wings unfolded behind Qian Daoliu. On his handsome and unparalleled face was a solemn expression, and his gaze was fixed on Qian Junlin.
"Oh, great Angel God."
"I, Qian Daoliu, as the patriarch of the Angel Clan, hereby pray for you to bestow a miracle, to awaken the Six-Winged Angel Spirit for Qian Junlin of the Angel Clan."
His powerful and resounding voice echoed throughout the venue, causing everyone's expressions to change drastically. Seeing this scene again after many years, the fervor in their hearts was reignited.
Qian Daoliu held his hands in a prayer-like posture. His eyes were tightly closed, and nine spirit rings—black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, and red—silently appeared beside him, radiating dazzling light around his body.
Golden light sprayed forth from his body, and the golden Six-Winged Angel Spirit silently appeared. This golden light fell upon the Angel God statue.
As the golden light merged, the Angel God statue emitted a dazzling radiance.
Everyone watched in astonishment, including Ling Chang'e. This was because she saw the face of the Angel God statue change. Generally, the faces of statues are blurred, as people may not look directly at the face of a god.
Such a clear face on an Angel God statue was rare. When Ling Chang'e first saw the Angel God statue, she was bewildered.
This statue doesn't conform to common sense.
Only now did she understand the purpose of this statue. Its clear face was because God would descend upon this statue to help the people of the Angel Clan complete their Spirit awakening.
Ling Chang'e widened her eyes, seeing a golden energy mass appear at the fingertips of the Angel God statue.
Countless golden feathers floated in the air, and a terrifying aura locked onto the entire venue. Ling Chang'e's face turned pale.
The owner of this aura was even stronger than Qian Daoliu.
That was a realm she dared not even imagine. The God had bestowed a miracle to help a descendant of her bloodline awaken their Spirit…
Ling Chang'e slowly pondered.
Her gaze shifted to the stage.
Qian Junlin stood on the steps, the wind lifting his sleeves and tousling his hair. Immediately after, the energy mass moved towards him, and golden light burst forth, enveloping his small body.
Ling Chang'e frowned slightly because she heard a distant song, as if coming from the sky. She looked up at the sky but saw nothing. The angelic song, sometimes near and sometimes far, piqued Ling Chang'e's curiosity.
She hadn't expected this Spirit awakening to be such a grand affair. That sacred aura fell upon everyone, washing away their weariness.
"Granted."
A voice devoid of emotion clearly entered Ling Chang'e's ears, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.
A miracle…
This was a true miracle, meaning the owner of that voice was the Angel God Qian Yu Han. Her voice was clear as spring water, showing no emotion, but to Ling Chang'e, she sounded very arrogant.
This goddess regarded all things in the World equally.
What a pity, she looked up at the sky but saw nothing, as if the previous voice had been her imagination. At this moment, Ling Chang'e understood that God and humans were different.
Although she could not see the Angel God's figure, the miracle she bestowed was real.
Joy was evident on everyone's faces; they were genuinely happy for Qian Junlin.
"Angel bloodline, Spirit awakening."
As this voice sounded, a golden light appeared in the sky. This golden light fell upon Qian Junlin, and a miracle appeared once more.
Ling Chang'e widened her eyes, looking incredulously at where the golden light converged. At this moment, she truly experienced the power of a God.
When she watched the Douluo Continent anime before, she felt nothing, instinctively thinking it was fake, an illusion composed of virtual numbers.
However, when she transmigrated to the Douluo Continent and experienced the miracles of a God, that idea changed.
God is truly so powerful.
Ling Chang'e clenched her hands, biting her lip, her heart filled with mixed emotions. Something called ambition quietly emerged in her heart, but she did not stop it.
Because she wanted to become a God.
A desire for strength prompted ambition to appear in Ling Chang'e's heart.
She wanted to become stronger than anyone else. Under the golden light, a sacred aura swept across the entire venue. Qian Junlin, bathed in the golden light, transformed.
A pair of golden wings appeared behind him, and a tingling sensation spread throughout his body. He endured the discomfort, and the golden feather symbol on his forehead became more vibrant.
As the golden light receded, what met everyone's eyes were the brilliant, luminous golden wings.
The glistening of these wings was even more beautiful than Qian Daoliu's, attracting everyone's gaze even more. Unclear gazes fell upon Qian Junlin.
The air around the Angel Clan members became chaotic.
Ling Chang'e paid no attention to the changes around her. Her focus was entirely on Qian Junlin.
She pursed her lips. Those wings are gorgeous.
Golden wings flapped behind him, and his face became even more beautiful than before. Coupled with his golden hair, it has become hard to discern his gender.
The androgynous beauty and the golden wings, combined, were very eye-catching. Ling Chang'e really wanted to pluck those wings off and play with them every day. Unfortunately, that was impossible.
If she dared to lay a hand on Qian Junlin, she would certainly be hunted down by the Angel Clan. Owners of the Six-Winged Angel Spirit were already rare, and for a collateral branch to produce a Qian Junlin in this generation was an honor spanning tens of thousands of years.
Wait…
Ling Chang'e's expression became complicated.
She thought of the Angel God Position.
Oh no, the Angel God Qian Yu Han had responded to Qian Junlin, so wouldn't the Angel God Position be an unknown now!
No, the Angel God Position belongs to Qian Renxue!
"Qian Junlin, awaken of the Six-Winged Angel Spirit."
Qian Daoliu held a golden scepter, and as it touched the ground, it emitted a crisp sound, interrupting everyone's thoughts and drawing their gazes to Qian Daoliu.
"Bloodline purify, God has bestowed Spirit. Your appearance is an honor to the Angel Clan. From today onward, you shall be of the Angel Clan's direct lineage, your name inscribed in the Angel Clan's ancestral records, and you shall become my grandson."
Upon hearing this, Qian Junlin nodded towards him and knelt on the ground, "I am willing."