'The Almighty Angel, the one who has gazed upon this place from beyond…'
As Qian Renxue's clone, she did not require altars, sacrifices, or elaborate divine rituals. The connection between original and clone existed beyond formalities.
The moment Eve started to pray far away in the Dragon Realm, Qian Renxue who was sitting on the throne of bones with Rakshasha Goddess head on her lap did not respond. Her eyes were closed as if in a deep meditation.
However instinctively her body sent power to the person who was praying to her. Eve's glowing purple pupils reflected absolute authority.
"This is an order. Uncle Ci Xue, take Uncle She Long with you and retreat."
Ci Xue's body stiffened.
For a fleeting instant, he felt as if he were standing before the Angel Goddess herself.
He gritted his teeth, lifted the barely conscious She Long onto his back, and retreated at full speed without daring to look back.
Only Eve and the azure-eyed Bo Saixi remained.
'Bo Saixi' slowly lowered her hand.
Her gaze settled on Eve as Eve's aura surged.
Level 96.....Level 97.....Level 98. The air cracked like glass under pressure until it reached Level 99.
The oppressive presence of a Limit Douluo erupted from her body, no longer concealed forming a halo-like distortion behind her back.
Within her mind, Eve remained calm.
'Renxue did not descend personally?'
'Is she occupied… by something important.'
This is the best chance to probe the condition of the High-Dimensional Tang San.
Across from her, the consciousness of Tang San within Bo Saixi sharpened.
Though only a projection of divine will, his perception was far beyond mortal limits.
'Is there another god is observing? That aura… light and fire… so similar to the Angel Goddess.'
'Impossible...The Angel Goddess should have fallen long ago.'
'And— Why is Qian Renxue's martial soul not a Seraphim?'
The anomaly confused him, but Eve did not grant him time to analyze.
Her Martial soul : Myriad Transformation fan snapped open.
"Sixth Soul Skill — Spatial Constriction."
The air between them warped violently and the distance collapsed, folded like paper.
In an instant, Bo Saixi's body appeared directly before Eve, forcibly dragged across space itself.
Eve's first soul ring flashed.
"First Soul Skill — Razor."
The elegant fan transformed into a crescent of death. Its edges gleamed with condensed soul power, slicing forward in a flawless arc aimed directly at Bo Saixi's throat.
But Tang San's combat instinct was terrifying.
Before the blade could reach flesh, Bo Saixi's body lowered unnaturally, almost as if her spine liquefied. The slash grazed strands of ocean-blue hair instead of her neck.
At the same time, she countered and the trident in her hand shimmered.
"Sea God Thirteen Halberds."
Behind her, an illusory ocean unfolded—vast, boundless, swallowing the horizon. Waves towered like mountains, each carrying crushing divine authority.
The first strike descended.
A simple thrust— Yet within it was the weight of an entire sea.
Eve's pupils contracted slightly. This attack was strong enough to suppress a mortal Limit Douluo.
She rotated her fan, deflecting the trident's path by a hair's breadth. The ground beneath her feet shattered from the residual force alone, cracks spreading for dozens of meters.
The second halberd technique followed seamlessly.
A horizontal sweep, Water dragons roared out of the illusory ocean, spiraling toward her.
Eve decided to use some real skills
"Fifth Soul Skill — Windless Charge."
The moment her fan cut through the air—
Invisible blades erupted from every direction.
The water dragons and the illusory ocean behind 'Bo Saixi' was shredded as if sliced by countless unseen edges. This was no ordinary wind-based technique.
It was a derivative born from Qian Renxue's Nine Sun Style — Second Form: Morning Butterfly
Slashes so fast—that it created the illusion of multiple attackers converging simultaneously.
For this reason whenever Qian Renxue uses her second form, it seems as though dozens of Qian Renxue silhouettes were attacking together.
'Bo Saixi' narrowed her azure eyes and stabilized her stance midair.
Her fourth soul ring ignited.
"Fourth Soul Skill — Ocean of Annihilation."
A translucent sphere of condensed water manifested instantly around Eve.
The water compressed from all directions, intending to drown, crush, and erase its target in absolute silence. This was the crushing force of the sea.
Inside the sphere, while visibility blurred. Eve did not panic.
Her Martial soul rotated once.
"Fourth Soul Skill — Heavy Impact."
Instead of attacking outward directly—she compressed air and an immense quantity of atmosphere condensed violently around her body into a single dense layer—then detonated outward.
Pop.
The massive bubble of Ocean of Annihilation burst like a fragile soap bubble under overwhelming counter-pressure.
Water scattered into mist as the sky cleared.
'Bo Saixi's' expression remained composed.
Her fifth soul ring flashed immediately.
"Fifth Soul Skill — Sea God's Soul beast Summon."
Oceanic soul power surged outward, gathering in midair like storm clouds.
From within the churning energy, shadowy figures emerged—Sharks, Sea serpents, Deep-sea leviathans.
Each one radiating the pressure of true ten-thousand-year and even hundred-thousand-year beasts.
They were constructs forged from soul skill but their power was same as the real ones.
These Soul Beasts roared and lunged at Eve from all directions.
Eve did not retreat as she cut downward again.
"Fifth Soul Skill — Windless Charge."
Invisible slashes tore across the battlefield once more. The summoned beasts were shredded mid-charge, dissolving into scattered soul power before even touching her.
Within Bo Saixi's body, Tang San's consciousness grew colder.
'Qian Renxue's power up to Level 99 does not feel bloated at all. As if this has always been her true cultivation.'