"Okay, okay!"
Emperor Xueye patted Xue Qinghe on the shoulder, his voice tinged with excitement. "Qinghe, you've suffered this time. But you should also understand a principle."
Xue Qinghe raised his head.
"strength!"
Emperor Xueye spoke slowly and deliberately, “Only absolute strength in one’s own hands is the foundation of everything! Otherwise, even if one is the crown prince, one can only be a prey to others!”
"Father, I understand!"
Xue Qinghe nodded emphatically, his eyes blazing with an unprecedented fire.
"From this day forward, I am willing to set aside all worldly affairs and devote myself to cultivation!"
"good!"
...
Meanwhile, in the Holy City of Martial Souls.
Inside the shrine, golden light shone down on the statue of the six-winged angel, making it both holy and majestic.
Beneath the statue, a figure knelt silently.
She removed the Crown Prince's magnificent robes and changed into a plain white dress, her long golden hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.
Her exquisite face had lost its feigned gentleness, leaving only her own sanctity and aloofness.
It was a thousand-foot snow.
Before her stood Qian Daoliu with his hands behind his back. This peerless Douluo of level ninety-nine was looking up at the angel statue with a solemn expression.
"Xue'er, it's good that you're back."
“A few days ago, a strange phenomenon occurred in the Douluo Continent, with divine light suddenly appearing.”
"Perhaps this is a revelation from the God of Angels!"
"Your infiltration plan was interrupted, which was naturally my decision. Perhaps now is the best time for you to accept God's test."
Qian Renxue slowly raised her head.
"Grandpa, you can begin now."
Qian Daoliu nodded with satisfaction, a hint of anticipation and fervor in his eyes.
"good!"
He suddenly turned around, facing the angel statue, and a terrifying aura of soul power erupted from his body!
Buzz—!
The entire hall trembled violently, and golden soul power flames shot up from Qian Daoliu's body, reaching straight to the top of the hall.
Behind him, a huge phantom of a six-winged angel slowly unfolded, its holy radiance illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.
"With my blood, I welcome the gods! With my soul, I call upon miracles!"
Qian Daoliu's voice was solemn and sacred.
He stretched out his finger and drew intricate golden runes in the air.
As he moved, the enormous angel statue seemed to come alive. Suddenly, two dazzling golden beams of light shone from the statue's eyes, instantly locking onto Qian Renxue below.
In an instant, endless golden light poured down from the statue, like a pillar of light connecting heaven and earth, completely enveloping Qian Renxue.
Within this sacred pillar of light, nine golden halos descended from the sky and were imprinted one after another on Qian Renxue's brow.
The Nine Trials of the Angels, descend!
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