Chapter 134 Qian Renxue Makes the List.
This fourteen-year-old girl, with a cultivation level of forty-seven and the potential of the continent's number one support-type martial soul, has made it onto this list that gathers the strongest women of the era.
She may still be very weak now.
But her future... touches the nerves of the entire continent.
Because everyone knows—when the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shines with its full light, it will be a war... enough to overturn all wars.
The anomaly above the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace has lasted for a full incense stick's time.
The towering golden pillar of light has not only not dissipated, but has become even more solid and magnificent.
Inside the pillar of light, the chanting of countless angelic phantoms converges into a sacred torrent, cleansing every inch of the entire Heavenly Dou City.
Many commoners kneel on the ground, praying devoutly towards the pillar of light. They may not understand what is happening, but the pure light and sacred aura instinctively make them feel at ease and in awe.
However, inside the imperial palace, chaos reigns.
"Block the news! All palace servants are strictly forbidden from entering or leaving!"
The commander of the Imperial Guards shouted the order sharply, but his voice trembled uncontrollably.
He looked up at the golden pillar of light piercing through the Imperial Study, his face deathly pale—as a confidant of the royal family, he vaguely knew some secrets about His Highness the Crown Prince, but what he saw before him was still beyond his comprehension.
Inside the Imperial Study, Emperor Xueye stood with difficulty, supported by his guards, his aged body trembling violently with anger and fear.
"An angel... a six-winged angel..."
He stared intently at the source of the pillar of light, his eyes bloodshot, "Qinghe... my Crown Prince... is actually from the Spirit Hall..."
"Your Majesty, now is not the time to investigate." An elderly, white-haired elder said in a deep voice.
"The most urgent task is to control the situation. With the six-winged angel spirit manifested, the Crown Prince's true identity can no longer be hidden. We must make a decision immediately."
Emperor Xue Ye abruptly turned his head: "What decision? Do you mean I should..."
"Depose the Crown Prince and arrest him." The old eunuch's voice was icy. "He is a pawn of the Spirit Hall, lurking for twenty years. His intentions are despicable."
"If we don't act immediately, once the Spirit Hall's reinforcements arrive, the disgrace of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family will be a minor matter; I'm afraid... the foundation of the nation will be shaken."
Several high-ranking officials around him changed color, but no one dared to utter a rebuttal.
They all knew that what the eunuch said was true.
If Crown Prince Xue Qinghe was a member of the Spirit Hall, then over the past twenty years, countless key departments of the Heaven Dou Empire had been infiltrated. What was even more terrifying was that the Crown Prince's wisdom and talent over the years had won the support of countless court officials and the people. Once the truth was revealed, the resulting turmoil would be unimaginable.
"But..." a civil official began in a trembling voice, "His Highness the Crown Prince has worked diligently for the country these past years, handling state affairs in an orderly manner, ensuring border stability, and improving people's livelihoods. If he is deposed rashly, I'm afraid..."
"Foolish!" the old eunuch interrupted sharply.
"That was all a disguise! It was all to steal my Tiandou Empire!"
Emperor Xue Ye closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with a deathly coldness.
"Issue my decree."
His voice was hoarse, yet carried the decisiveness of an emperor. "Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, possessing the martial spirit of an enemy nation, has been lurking for twenty years, plotting rebellion. Effective immediately, he is deposed as Crown Prince and imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison to await his fate."
"Commander of the Imperial Guards, immediately mobilize all Imperial Guards, surround the Imperial Study, and capture this villain alive."
"Imperial City Guard, close all city gates, activate the city's protective array, and strictly prohibit anyone from entering or leaving."
A series of orders were issued, and the entire palace began to operate like a sophisticated machine.
However, no one noticed that the aura emanating from the golden pillar of light within the Imperial Study was undergoing a fundamental transformation.
Deep within the study, Qian Renxue was completely enveloped in golden holy flames.
Her body hovered in mid-air, the phantom of a six-winged angel stretching out to its fullest extent behind her.
But unlike before, the face of the angel phantom was now gradually merging with Qian Renxue's—not just in form, but in spirit, as if the phantom itself was an extension of her soul, an outward manifestation of her divinity.
"I am... Qian Renxue..."
"I am... the inheritor of the Angel God..."
Chaotic fragments of memory were still impacting her consciousness, but Qian Renxue's true self was becoming increasingly clear.
Unlike those whose memories awakened in their past lives, she wasn't overwhelmed by ancient consciousness. Instead, she found balance through fusion—the memories of the angel god from her past life became the foundation of her soul, while the will of Qian Renxue in this life governed her body and destiny.
This balance was achieved thanks to the guidance of the "Angel God Seal" within her.
It was a divine mark that existed deep within her soul at birth, proof of her being an inheritor of the angel god.
At this moment, this divine seal was frantically absorbing a certain primordial power descending from the heavens, originating from the "Goddess Ranking," using it as fuel to propel her life to a higher dimension.
"Finally... it's my turn."
Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes.
Her pupils had turned pure gold, seemingly burning with eternal holy flames. Within her gaze, all the filth in the study—dust, bacteria, dark thoughts—was purified and dissipated in the holy light.
She could feel that her martial soul was undergoing a fundamental evolution.
The Six-Winged Angel, a divinely bestowed martial soul, surpasses the vast majority of martial souls in the world, second only to a few like the Sea God martial soul.
But now, under the infusion of this vast power, her Six-Winged Angel martial soul is breaking through an innate limitation—the limitation of a "first-level deity."
Angel gods are first-level deities in the divine realm, revered yet still with an upper limit.
This limitation is imprinted in the inherited martial soul, ensuring that each holder of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul can ultimately only reach the level of a first-level deity.
But now, this limitation is being broken.
"Buzz—!!!"
Behind Qian Renxue, the six-winged angel phantom begins to sprout a seventh, eighth…and even a twelfth pair of phantom wings from the edges of its wings!
Although these newly added wings are still blurry, far less solid than the original six wings, their very appearance signifies the opening of a possibility.
Her martial soul is evolving towards the legendary "Twelve-Winged Seraphim," the form of a God-King level angel!
At the same time, her soul power is also surging wildly.
Level 79... Level 80!
The barrier of the Contra Douluo realm shattered, and it wasn't a simple breakthrough; she directly surged to level 85!
But this wasn't the end.
As her soul power increased, all her soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—began to tremble violently, their colors deepening and transforming at a visible speed.
The first and second soul rings transformed directly from yellow to a deep purple.
The third and fourth soul rings showed black patterns emerging within the purple.
(End of Chapter)