Just then, the golden vortex of soul power within Qian Renxue's dantian suddenly trembled.
The vortex spun violently, devouring the torrents of faith energy that still lingered around her body as if it has found food. The once-still chamber turned into a maelstrom of light—thousands of golden strands spiraled inward, fusing into her meridians, then rushing toward her core.
Qian Renxue inhaled sharply.'Now… form another the soul core.'
She closed her eyes, sinking into the deepest layer of her body.
Inside her dantian, the flow began to twist into a Yin-Yang pattern, light and fire intertwining, spinning together like a cosmic wheel. The opposing halves sought to devour each other, yet under her iron control, they stabilized, merging into one unified rhythm.
Behind her, the Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul manifested. Each wing shimmered with divine luminescence, spreading wide until the confined room felt like a temple beneath the heavens.
The newly forged golden soul ring trembled violently, then flew toward the angel's image, magnetically drawn as if by fate itself. When it fused into the chain of her other rings, the entire Martial Soul pulsed once—its halo rippling outward.
And then… the murmurs began.
At first, they were faint. A whisper beneath the heartbeat of her power, the whispers multiplied—layer upon layer, countless voices overlapping, each one whispering words that could not belong to the mortal tongue.
They sounded like dreams speaking to dreams.
"W̴h̵.. t̴ ̷d̷r̸e̶...m̷ ̶d̸.. ̷y̶o̵u̶ ̷w̵..n̸t̶ ̵t̶o̸ ̴w̴e̵a̶v̵e̶,̷ ̵R̴u..l̵e̶.. ̵o̵f̵ ̷M̵e̴..o̵r̵..e̵s̵?̶"
The distorted question slithered into her mind, half-dream, half-madness.
Qian Renxue's expression tightened as she understood those words. The murmurs pressed into her consciousness like icy needles, echoing with temptation and pain.
The chamber's light flickered. Shadows crawled across the walls, taking vague shapes, faces that smiled, cried, and prayed all at once.
High above in her Spirit Sea, Electrolux floated calmly, his golden eyes gleaming like twin suns over a storm-tossed sea. His robes did not flutter despite the violent spiritual currents.
Meanwhile, Tianmeng Silkworm had curled into a cocoon, sleeping.
Qian Renxue could feel her body tearing apart under the opposing forces. Her dantian was devouring faith to condense the soul core, while her Spirit Sea burned as the whispers sought entry. Every nerve in her body screamed.
Then, something unexpected happened.
The sixth soul ring behind her Martial Soul, suddenly pulsed.
Suddenly the faith power overflowed, spilling directly into the Spirit Sea itself, it didn't stop at the dantian.
Then something more surprising happened with a large amount of influx of Faith energy , a second Spirit Sea opened.
While all this took place Qian Renxue felt as if she was watching a silhouette of a blurry river before it disappeared.
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Outside, dusk had fallen.The orange horizon bled into the sky as the last traces of sunlight flickered like dying embers.The funeral had ended. The empty coffin, was now nothing but ash scattered in the wind. The assembled soul masters bowed their heads one final time before dispersing into the lengthening shadows of Spirit City.
Among them, Ning Fengzhi lingered a while longer. His eyes swept through the crowd, searching for a familiar figure , the future heir of Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue. Yet no matter how far he looked, she was nowhere to be found.
High above the silent plaza, Qian Daoliu stood beneath the towering statue of the Angel Goddess, his expression unreadable. As the High Priest, the sacred energy of the Angel God flowed faintly within him.
That was why he noticed it — the fluctuation.
The faith energy within the statue wavered, as though the devotion of millions had grown restless. It pulsed once, twice... then suddenly decreased by a large amount, but not naturally.
He frowned, muttering softly,"Perhaps... it is merely the mourning emotions of the faithful affecting the flow."
Unbeknownst to him, Qian Renxue had long foreseen this. She had subtly influenced his dreams, into his slumbering consciousness—and with a gentle guidance she had already directed his thoughts toward calm acceptance. Under her subtle spiritual suggestion, what would have been an alarming anomaly became, instead, something "normal."
And so, weeks passed.
But if one could see faith, truly see it — they would notice that the statue of the Angel above the Pope's Hall no longer glowed with the same serene brilliance.
Its light flickered, then dimmed, and finally... faded into emptiness.
The divine reservoir of faith energy which had collected faith for thousands of years had been silently drained to its last drop.
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Underground, in the sealed chamber where Qian Renxue had entered seclusion, a faint hum resonated through the air. Then—her eyes opened.
Twin irises, blooming like amethyst stars, reflected in the dim light of the chamber. The once gentle, and a little bit of warm radiance that used to linger in her gaze had vanished, replaced by an indifferent calm , a stillness that carried the weight of higher reason and power.
Now she had become someone whose presence seemed detached from mortal emotion.
Qian Renxue rose slowly, her movements graceful yet filled with subtle power.
Crack.
The sound of her joints echoed as she stretched, testing the limits of her vessel.
"This body…" she murmured, glancing down at her youthful hands."It's beginning to feel like a cage. My strength wants to grow further… but this form holds it back. Perhaps, when I mature, my power will naturally rise with me."
Her tone was calm, but beneath it lay a confidence.
Even now, bound within the body of a child, Qian Renxue could feel the raw energy coursing through her veins. The faith energy had tempered every inch of her flesh, her bloodline refined to a purity beyond even her grandfather's comprehension.
She clenched her fists lightly, and the air rippled — a faint pressure radiating outward.
Even without invoking her martial soul, without any soul ring amplification, she could match — no, surpass — a Level 90 Soul Master in sheer physical might.
(Author Notes : The blurry river is the reason why Qian Renxue still has control of her own thoughts, practically her cheat.)