Qian Daoliu took a few breaths and continued,
"Now that Qian Renshang is dead, I can't worry about the rest... If the beast tide counterattacks again, we can only pin our hopes on Qian Renxue.
As long as she can become a god, then there will be no problem."
As he finished speaking, a hint of expectation and worry flashed in his eyes.
The expectation was his desire for Qian Renxue to become a god, and the worry was his uncertainty about the future.
Jin E Douluo and the others exchanged glances, seeing helplessness and anxiety about the future in each other's eyes.
Their gazes met, as if searching for a glimmer of hope and courage in each other's eyes.
At this moment, the wind on the battlefield blew gently, carrying the scent of blood.
The wind brushed against everyone's faces, as if telling them that the thrilling battle just now was not yet over.
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The wind whips up dust from the ground, forming small whirlpools, like the dancing of departed souls.
The beast tide subsided, and Jialing Pass seemed to have returned to its former tranquility.
The smoke and shouts of battle that once filled the air had temporarily dissipated; the damage and bloodstains on the city walls remained, but no new wounds were inflicted.
The broken walls stood like an old man weathered by time, silently witnessing the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.
For the next few days, both the Heavenly Dou Empire and the Martial Soul Empire tacitly chose not to engage in battle.
The Heavenly Dou Empire's soldiers, exhausted from repeated battles, couldn't help but feel fear as they gazed at the still-sturdy walls of Jialing Pass.
They knew the strength of the Martial Soul Empire and understood that a continued assault would bring even more casualties, so they chose to remain still, reorganize their forces, and comfort the wounded, allowing their soldiers to rest.
In the camp, soldiers lay or sat, their weary faces etched with weariness and despair.
On the Martial Soul Empire's side, a similar yearning for peace prevailed.
They had suffered heavy losses under the dual onslaught of the beast tide and the war itself.
Both their manpower and supplies desperately needed time to replenish and recover.
The soldiers' eyes were filled with exhaustion and confusion; they too needed time to emerge from fear and despair and rekindle their fighting spirit.
Inside and outside Jialing Pass, all was silent.
Only the occasional footsteps of patrolling soldiers broke the seemingly peaceful atmosphere.
Those footsteps echoed clearly in the empty streets, as if reminding everyone that the shadow of war had not yet departed.
In this brief moment of tranquility, both sides silently gathered their strength, awaiting the arrival of the next storm.
Behind that calm lay tense preparations and anxious waiting, as if an even greater storm was brewing.
Spirit Empire, Spirit Hall!
At this moment!
Deep within the Hall of Worship, in the solemn and majestic Angel Temple, a blonde girl was completely absorbed in cultivation.
The woman was none other than Qian Renxue.
She sat upright in the center of the temple, surrounded by a holy light, soft and warm, yet containing boundless power.
Qian Renxue's eyes were closed, her face serene and calm, her delicate features appearing even more sacred under the light.
She was currently completing the Eighth Trial of the Angel, a seemingly simple test: to pull out the Angelic Holy Sword and reach level 90 in soul power.
With Qian Daoliu's help, the Angelic Holy Sword had already been pulled out; now she only needed to focus on breaking through her soul power barrier.
Around Qian Renxue, soul power swirled like a vortex, dense energy constantly gathering and being greedily absorbed into her body.
Her brows furrowed slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, clearly indicating that this breakthrough was not easy.
Every breath, every movement of soul power, required her to control and guide it with complete concentration.
Her body trembled slightly, as if enduring immense pressure, but her will remained unwavering and resolute.
In this tranquil Angel Temple, only the steady breathing of Qian Renxue and the subtle sounds of her soul power flowing could be heard; everything seemed so solemn and mysterious.
After an unknown amount of time, Qian Renxue's eyes suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, the radiance like the dawn breaking, instantly illuminating the entire Angel Temple.
She stood up with a face full of joy, her delicate body trembling slightly with excitement.
"I broke through! My soul power has finally reached level 90!"
Her voice was clear and loud, echoing in the empty temple, unable to conceal her excitement and pride.
Qian Renxue felt the surging soul power within her, as if endless power flowed through her body.
She gently clenched her fist, causing the surrounding air to tremble and emit subtle popping sounds.
She raised her head, gazing at the sacred statue above, her eyes filled with unwavering determination:
"I will not fail this power; I will surely let the glory of the angels shine upon the entire continent!"
At this moment, Qian Renxue was surrounded by golden light, like a true angel descended to earth, beautiful and powerful, making it difficult to look directly at her.
Qian Renxue didn't rest immediately after her breakthrough; she immediately took out the Divine Soul Ring.
The Divine Soul Ring exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, its light flowing, seemingly containing boundless power.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath, adjusting her state, preparing to face this new challenge.
She slowly closed her eyes, her hands forming complex hand seals, guiding the Divine Soul Ring closer to her.
When the Divine Soul Ring touched her body, a powerful energy instantly surged into her. Qian Renxue's brows furrowed, her teeth clenched, enduring this immense impact.
Her body trembled slightly, sweat constantly seeping out, but her will was incredibly firm, desperately controlling this surging energy, integrating it into her own soul power.
The surrounding air seemed to become heavy due to the fluctuations of this energy.
Qian Renxue was completely immersed in the process of absorbing the Soul Ring, constantly battling and merging with this powerful force.
After an unknown amount of time, the divinely bestowed spirit rings were successfully absorbed.
Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes, a glint of light flashing within them. She took a deep breath and released her spirit rings.
The spirit rings shone brightly, a terrifying array of three black and six red rings!
The black rings were as deep as an abyss, radiating a mysterious and powerful aura; the red rings were as vibrant as blood, seemingly burning with raging flames.
These nine spirit rings encircled Qian Renxue, their powerful pressure spreading out, causing the entire space to tremble.
Qian Renxue felt the power brought by the spirit rings, a confident smile playing on her lips.
She gently raised her hand, her spirit power flowing through her fingertips, causing the spirit rings to pulsate with light, like lively sprites.
At this moment, Qian Renxue was like a war goddess descending, exuding an aura that commanded respect.
(End of this chapter)
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