Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed slightly.
"The fragments of the Mountain Dragon King Spear…"
Once—this had been a genuine Divine Artifact. Though now broken, its essence had not completely dissipated.
A faint glimmer of interest appeared in her eyes.
'Perhaps…It can still be of use, if reforged into something useful'
Without hesitation, she raised her hand. All the scattered fragments of the spear lifted from the ground and gathered together.
One by one—They disappeared into her Space Soul Guide.
Qian Renxue exhaled slowly and her expression gradually turned solemn.
She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes.
"I will begin…The complete inheritance of the Angel Godhood."
The moment the process started—Her soul core of fire and light in her dantain trembled violently.
The condensed divine energy began to transform—toward a divine core.
But almost instantly—The Rakshasa divine core stirred as if provoked. A surge of dark, corrosive divine energy erupted outward.
The newly gathered Angel divine energy instinctively moved to counter it.
Qian Renxue did not attempt to suppress them.
Boom—
A burst of divine power erupted from her body. Behind her—Twelve radiant wings unfolded.
Her aura changed and strange, incomprehensible symbols began to appear across her wings.
Her golden wings gradually lost their pure radiance. Instead—They were dyed in a strange, ashen gray.
If any ordinary being were to witness this transformation—Their mind would collapse instantly into madness and distortion.
This was her mythical creature form, a form that transcended conventional understanding.
At the same time—a brilliant nine-colored light burst forth from her body, the power of the Dragon God bloodline surged to the surface.
Qian Renxue focused her will, guiding it. The devouring ability of the Golden Dragon King was activated.
Instantly—A terrifying suction force appeared within her body, targeting the very core of the conflict.
The clashing divine energies of Angel and Rakshasa—were forcefully drawn toward it.
After being absorbed, instead of exploding—the new energies released seemed to be compatible with both and began to circulate.
Inside her dantian—The two cores began to rotate slowly, while maintaining a fixed distance from each other, like two opposing stars locked in orbit.
A fragile…yet stable equilibrium was formed.
Qian Renxue's body trembled slightly and a faint smile appeared on her pale face.
'Nice…'
Her thoughts carried a trace of relief.
'Qian Renxue…You did it.'
Just as the fragile balance within Qian Renxue began to stabilize—without warning—a surge of dark divine authority erupted from her body.
A deep, sinister purple glow spread outward—and in the next instant—a set of armor materialized over her.
It was the Rakshasa Cursed Armour, which made her look more elegant and seductive.
This armor—had once belonged to the Rakshasa Goddess. It seemed to amplify allure to an unnatural, almost irresistible level to even 1st level Gods. Due to this even Destruction God King had his mind left wondering for a few milliseconds.
After Qian Renxue had killed her—she had absorbed it as part of her disguise.
One point is divine-grade artifact could not be wasted and with it—she could perfectly replicate the presence of the Rakshasa Goddess.
While Qian Renxue could have absorbed the inherited Angel soul bones to make them evolve into an artefact, she believed that using a ready made one is more profitable then to expend large amount of energy to evolve her mortal soul bones to divine grades.
Now it seemed her previous decision had come to bite her in the ass.
With the massive influx of dark divine energy after the armour manifested, the delicate balance she had just established—collapsed.
Thin lines of blood began to seep out, from many parts of her body, as if her body could no longer contain the forces within.
The rotating balance between Angel and Rakshasa—was thrown into chaos.
Then—
CRUNCH—
A horrifying sound echoed, bones crushing due to such excess energy.
"AAAAAHHH—!!"
A scream tore from her throat.
The gray wings behind her flickered erratically and the strange symbols upon them twisted violently—
In the midst of that agony—Qian Renxue laughed.
"He… He… He…"
Her voice was hoarse, but filled with something far more terrifying than pain—it was Madness.
Blood dripped from her mouth as her lips curled upward.
"I… won't go down…like this."
Her body began to blur then—
Pop—
She exploded into countless colorful dream bubbles.
Qian Renxue vanished leaving behind a—bone throne soaked in blood.
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Divine Realm, Angel Temple
A ripple passed and fragments of shimmering dream bubbles gathered silently— condensing once more into a single figure.
Qian Renxue had returned back, with condition was far worse than before.
Her aura was chaotic with divine energy fluctuated violently between extremes.
Blood stained her garments.
Not far from the throne, her virtual persona, Angela, immediately stepped forward.
Concern flashed across her identical face.
But before she could approach—A hoarse, strained voice stopped her.
"…No."
Angela halted, though her expression showed hesitation—she obeyed.
Qian Renxue began walking forward each step she took—left behind a trail of blood and the golden floor of the Angel Temple was slowly stained red.
Step by step—she finally reached the master throne, before sitting down heavily.
Her vision blurred and her consciousness seem to waver.
'Now…Only… do or die.'
Her body and mind began slipping into a semi-conscious state.
At that moment—Her fifth divine ring suddenly shone brightly: Dream Heal.
This was her final measure and last gamble.
As her consciousness drifted to a dream like state—the ability automatically activated, healing her body in proportion to the damage she had sustained.