Ang Lee practically floated out of the quiet room.
His legs went weak, and he staggered, grabbing the wall for support as he gasped for breath.
He clutched the spatial ring tightly; its icy touch seemed to be his only support.
A moment later, an extreme sense of excitement arose spontaneously.
I think it's because I haven't developed the right mindset yet.
Of all the auctions the Lord has held, has there ever been one that wasn't unexpected yet shocking?
...
The door to the quiet room closed silently behind Ang Lee, isolating him from the outside world.
Ning Liu sat down cross-legged, his expression completely calm.
He flipped his hand, and a crystal, completely black and radiating pure soul power, appeared in his palm.
It is a crystallization of soul power.
For Ning Liu, no matter how big the storms the outside world may stir up, his own strength will always be the foundation for his survival in this world.
Becoming a Title Douluo as soon as possible is one of his current tasks.
He closed his eyes and immersed himself in cultivation.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul emerged from within his body, its dazzling light reflecting off the dark crystals. Strands of incredibly pure energy were rapidly drawn in, absorbed, and refined...
The quiet room returned to tranquility once more.
...
at the same time.
The Hall of Worship in Wuhun City, thousands of miles away.
This is the most sacred and majestic place in the entire Spirit Hall. The huge hall soars into the clouds, and the dome is painted with magnificent murals depicting the Holy War of Angels.
In the center of the hall stands a six-winged angel statue, hundreds of meters tall, made entirely of pure gold. Its face is compassionate, it holds a holy sword, and looks down upon all living beings.
At this moment, right beneath this enormous statue, a slender figure was sitting cross-legged.
She wore a magnificent golden gown, and her long, radiant golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, perfectly blending a sense of purity and nobility.
It was none other than Qian Renxue, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall.
Suddenly, without warning, she burst forth with boundless golden light, and the sacred flames soared into the sky, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime!
The angel statue seemed to come alive, its six wings fluttering gently, scattering golden raindrops that all merged into Qian Renxue's body.
A powerful aura, far surpassing that of a Soul Saint, suddenly erupted from her!
After a long while, the light slowly faded.
Qian Renxue opened her eyes; they were pure, golden eyes, as if they contained the majesty of a god.
Her soul power had already reached level seventy, and she was about to officially step into the realm of Soul Saint!
"Good! Good! Good!"
An aged yet gratified voice echoed in the empty hall.
From the shadows, an elderly man dressed in simple linen clothes and with white hair slowly walked out.
He looked ordinary, like a typical old man next door, but as he approached, the air around him seemed to freeze.
It was none other than Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Peerless Douluo.
"As expected of my Xue'er, she passed the second test of the Angel God's Nine Trials, 'Crossing Boundaries,' so quickly."
Qian Daoliu looked at his granddaughter, his aged face filled with undisguised pride and amazement.
"At your age, I was just a Soul Master who had just begun to show his talent."
"And you, not only are you about to become a Soul Saint, but you also possess the inheritance of a god. This is something that is extremely rare, even in the family genealogy!"
Qian Renxue stood up and bowed slightly to Qian Daoliu: "Grandpa."
"If it weren't for your dedication, I..."
Her voice was cool and clear, yet it carried a hint of filial piety.
What is the content of the third test?
Qian Daoliu asked, his tone tinged with anticipation.
Qian Renxue closed her eyes, and the angel mark between her brows glowed slightly. She carefully sensed it for a moment before opening her eyes again.
She calmly said, "The third test is to absorb the angel's inherited soul bones, the left arm bone and the right arm bone."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu burst into hearty laughter, which echoed throughout the hall.
"So that's how it is! Absorbing soul bones is easy!"
He waved his hand, his face full of confident control.
"Grandpa prepared it for you a long time ago!"
"These two soul bones have been personally kept by me since the day you began your inheritance assessment, and they are absolutely safe!"
As he spoke, the storage soul tool on his wrist flashed, and two identical, luxurious treasure boxes made of rare sandalwood appeared before him.
The two treasure boxes are decorated with patterns of the sun and moon in gold thread, giving them an ancient and mysterious appearance.
With a kind smile on his face, Qian Daoliu first opened the treasure box engraved with a moon pattern.
"Click".
As the lid was opened, an extremely rich and sacred aura instantly filled the air.
Inside the box, on a piece of red silk, lay a crystal-clear soul bone, shaped like a right arm, radiating a soft golden halo, like a perfect work of art.
It is the right arm bone inherited from the angel god.
Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction, then, with a hint of smugness, reached out and opened another treasure box engraved with a sun pattern.
"Xue'er, look, this is the one that matches the right arm bone..."
His voice abruptly stopped.
"Click".
The lid popped open.
The smile on Qian Daoliu's face froze instantly.
Qian Renxue's clear, cold golden eyes narrowed sharply at that moment.
The treasure box, also covered with beautiful red silk, was completely empty.
There was nothing there.
The left arm bone, which should have been lying quietly inside, complementing the right arm bone, which was a divine inheritance from the angel, had vanished without a trace.
The hall fell into a deathly silence.
The color drained from Qian Daoliu's face at a visible speed, and astonishment and absurdity filled his aged face.
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