The emerald green halo gradually converged, and Yali's martial soul underwent earth-shaking changes.
The original praying angel has shed its childish appearance and has a body the size of an adult, with a graceful, round and plump figure.
As her six wings stretched out, the feathers were as crystal clear as jade. An emerald green rune appeared between her eyebrows, exuding the breath of eternal life.
"Is this... the martial soul has evolved?" A hint of shock flashed in Le Qianyao's eyes.
Yali's martial soul is similar to a summoning-type martial soul, just like the martial soul of the master Luo Sanpao 20,000 years ago. It is independent of the host body and has its own will.
I pray that the angel's eyes will be filled with spirit, more lively than ever before, and look more like a living person.
Yali slowly opened her eyes, a shimmering emerald green light emanating from them. She raised her hand, and a ball of emerald green light condensed in her palm, imbued with immense life energy.
"Brother Xiaoyao, I feel... much better." She said softly, with a hint of disbelief in her voice.
"Master!" The praying angel flew to Yali's side, half-knelt beside her and called softly.
"Who are you?" Yali looked puzzled.
"I am your martial spirit! Angel of Wishing." said the Angel of Wishing.
"Ah?" Yali was shocked. She didn't expect that her martial soul would become like this.
"That's right, Li'er, she is indeed your martial soul, but the martial soul has evolved, and now it is no longer suitable to be called the Angel of Wishing. You should have a new name!" Le Qianyao asked.
"Well, I'm the Angel of Eternal Life now!"
"Angel of Eternal Life." Yali murmured, thinking for a moment, "What a hard name to remember. I'll just call you Little Wish from now on!"
"Yes, thank you for the name, master. I like it very much." Xiaoyuan nodded.
"Okay, Xiaoyuan, you go back first. There are still some things that haven't been dealt with." Le Qianyao said.
"OK."
Afterwards, Xiaoyuan turned into a green stream of light and sank into Yali's body. Immediately afterwards, an emerald green rune mark appeared between Yali's eyebrows, and a passage echoed in her mind.
"The Nine Tests of Life have begun. The first test is the Baptism of Life. Please accept the baptism of life essence within three years, for a period of 49 days. Success will reward you with the divine soul - the Tree of Life, and 5% affinity with the God of Life. Failure will punish you by forfeiting your inheritance to the God of Life."
"Brother Xiaoyao." Hearing the strange voice echoing in her mind, Yali was about to tell Le Qianyao.
Le Qianyao stood up, protecting Yali behind him, and said softly, "Don't talk for now."
Then, Le Qianyao looked up at the sky with a frown, as if something was about to happen.
Above the sky, the clouds surged like raging waves, and several figures stood in the air. The pressure of their soul power was as abyss and as powerful as a prison, covering the entire barren mountain.
"The aura of a god... actually appeared on a little girl." A majestic middle-aged man stood above it, muttering softly. The aura he exuded made people shudder. His deep and sharp eyes exuded an incomparable terrifying pressure.
Accompanying the man was a beautiful woman with black hair draped over her shoulders. Her stunning appearance, set against the backdrop of the dragon's roars, gave people a wonderful feeling.
Le Qianyao looked at the people in the sky with a serious expression, thinking that something was wrong.
Just now, when Yali was fusing the seed of life, she accidentally released the breath of the gods. People who can sense the breath of the gods are undoubtedly people who have already stepped half a foot into the god level, but are not gods.
Now the God Realm has been swept away by the turbulence of time and space, and all contact has been lost. It is simply impossible for these people to become gods unless there are special circumstances.
Therefore, he is extremely sensitive to the breath of gods, and is only one step away from reaching that realm.
In their perception, the aura on Yali was undoubtedly the aura of a god.
One of the middle-aged men could no longer hold back, the greed in his eyes could not be concealed at all. He clenched his five fingers and released a powerful pressure that fell directly on Le Qianyao.
The terrifying pressure contained Zhan Tian's will, and it was like a thousand-pound weight hitting Le Qianyao, forcing him to half-kneel on the ground. He couldn't help but groan, and a fishy smell of iron filled his throat.
"Boy, hand over the little girl behind you!"
"Brother Xiaoyao!" Yali cried a little, and grabbed the corner of Le Qianyao's clothes tightly with some fear.
Le Qianyao protected Yali with his hands and said softly, "Don't talk, close your eyes, Li'er!"
"Um."
Buzz!
"The Master of the Spirit Pagoda truly lives up to his reputation. I've always heard he's a bully, always abusing his power. Seeing him today is truly an eye-opener!" A clear, female voice cut through the air, instantly dispelling the overwhelming pressure. A woman in a gold-trimmed floral dress gracefully arrived, her long, dark hair flowing in the wind, the golden pattern on her skirt swirling like butterfly wings in the sunlight.
"That's right, I think that's all you will get out of this life, Qiangudieting. You can even kill a six-year-old child!" said another woman in a white dress, as she put her arm around the waist of the woman in the gold-edged floral dress.
"Emperor Die, and Bei Qimeng, stop trying to smooth things over. The aura of that girl is clearly the power of the gods. I don't believe that you are not interested in the power of the gods. At this level, you should also feel the limitation." Qiangu Dieting said.
"Hmph, let's not talk about the gods for now. I simply can't stand you and the dirty things you did behind the Spirit Pagoda." said Emperor Butterfly.
"You! Do you think what you Tang Sect does is glamorous? You are just a woman, not fit to be associated with us." Qiangudieting said viciously with a hint of hostility in his eyes.
The two men drew their swords and the collision of their souls stirred up waves of air, turning all the grass and trees on the barren mountain into dust.
"Okay, you two, if you have any personal grudges, go back and deal with them. Now is not the time to talk about this." The beautiful black-haired woman stood up and said. With just a faint glance from her, the restless soul power storm suddenly subsided.
"Got it, Sister Yue."
"Hmph." Qiangudieting snorted coldly and ignored him.
She turned to Le Qianyao, her voice gentle but unquestionable: "Child, tell me, where does the divine aura of this girl come from?"
Le Qianyao endured the pressure and looked up at Long Yeyue: "To reply, Senior, my sister Yali just inherited the position of the God of Flowers by chance, there is nothing special about her."
"Flower God?" A hint of doubt flashed across Long Yeyue's eyes. Half-believing and half-doubting, he continued to ask, "Who is this Flower God?"
"Senior, the Flower God is just an ordinary second-level god in the God Realm." Le Qianyao said.
Long Yeyue frowned slightly and said with a somewhat unhappy look: "Where did that breath of life come from just now?"
"We don't know that either."