So suddenly pulling her into this space was to be Qian Renxue's psychological mentor and guide her? Used and discarded?
Tang Sui was almost amused to the point of laughter.
A power aura, so sacred it could only be described as "pure," overwhelmingly pressed down on her, attempting to expel her from this space.
Tang Sui raised her head. The pervasive sacred aura in the air shone down on her, and wisps of black mist slowly rose like evaporating water vapor.
Her delicate features flickered in and out of existence within the swirling, distorted black mist. It was not the delicate appearance she had seen initially, but another kind of familiarity that Qian Renxue recognized, tightening her heart.
"You are..."
Qian Renxue's beautiful face was etched with profound shock, her pupils reflecting the features that had deeply imprinted themselves in her memory.
"Tang... Sui..."
Two unrelated names were suddenly equated.
Qian Renxue's complexion shifted from green to pale.
The thought of having just invited Tang Sui and offered to guide her ignited a surge of indignant anger at being played for a fool.
"You, how can you be here?!"
Was it the Angel God who had seen a phantom projected from the deepest obsession hidden in her heart, or was it... was she truly standing before her?
All sorts of conjectures flashed through her mind.
With such obvious changes in her expression, combined with Qian Renxue's words, even without telepathy, Tang Sui knew what the other was thinking.
"As for why I am here, you might want to ask the good Angel God you worship."
Tang Sui emphasized the last three words.
At the same time, her gaze shifted from Qian Renxue to the materialized six-winged golden angel in mid-air. A slight curl of her lips revealed a mockery, creating a stark sense of Qian Renxue being the one crying wolf.
Angel God...?
Qian Renxue's sluggish thoughts slowly turned, her eyes flickering, her expression filled with doubt.
Right, she was still undergoing the Angel God's trial.
The trial was taking place in the Angelic Sacred Hall.
The Angelic Sacred Hall was guarded by her grandfather and many powerful worshipers. Tang Sui could not have infiltrated so silently and become entangled with her trial.
The only one capable of having someone quietly inserted into her trial...
Qian Renxue's amethyst eyes moved, her gaze falling on the six-winged golden deity in mid-air with a compassionate expression. She opened her mouth, but did not know what to say.
It was the Angel God... but why?
Qian Renxue did not understand.
Tang Sui had no patience to be the Angel God's teaching tool any longer. While Qian Renxue's thoughts drifted, Tang Sui appeared to stand still, but in reality, she had already circulated her Dao intent and merged it with the spread spiritual energy, intending to usurp control of this alternate dimension created by the Angel God.
Where Qian Renxue could not see, two terrifying forces clashed and compressed, probing and devouring each other.
In Tang Sui's current vision, the entire space was empty.
There was no Qian Renxue, nor the divine念 (nian - consciousness/thought) projection of the Angel God.
Platinum and black-red light tore the world in half. The golden prism, bathed in sacred light, pulsed with profound and holy radiance, physically evolving the black-red surging in the other half of the world.
The black-red light pillar visibly solidified after devouring more gold.
Behind Tang Sui, a much slenderer black-red prism was surrounded by a sea and fog of chaotic black and red. Numerous ferocious shadow beasts writhed within, their insectoid multi-limbed appendages faintly visible in the glowing red light.
Faith power from another world and this world turned into black-red mist, supporting her.
The believers who contributed these vast amounts of faith power mixed in the dark sea. Upon contact with the golden faith, they reverted to their original forms, becoming soldiers forging territory for their king, and engaged in battle with countless winged or independent humanoids.
Qian Renxue could only see Tang Sui's dark blue eyes flashing with a cold, ethereal light in the darkness, like a silently flowing dark river, obscure and chilling. She did not know that Tang Sui was exchanging glances with another divine gaze that transcended dimensions, contesting its dominance.
"Crack, crack,"
The light on the six-winged golden angel, bathed in sacred golden light, dimmed slightly. The space being seized emitted cracking sounds of unbearable strain.
A trace of blood, striking to the eye, appeared at the corner of Tang Sui's lips, but it was not that the Angel God had lost.
This exchange, she had lost.
Though unwilling, if you can't beat them, you can't beat them.
Even though only a divine念 was present, its power was still terrifying.
Because it was a suppression from a higher plane.
How could a mortal body compare to a deity?
Fortunately, the power contained within a single divine念 was finite.
The opponent considered her an impure existence and wanted to purify her with angelic divine power. Of course, she would not yield.
Thus, she began to frantically counter-devour.
She had to thank this innate instinct to grow stronger, etched into her bloodline.
With such a tactic that hurt the enemy by a thousand and herself by eight hundred, and still needed to preserve enough divine念 power for the next Angel God's birth, the Angel God could not continue to confront her head-on and chose to temporarily retreat.
This time, even Qian Renxue, who could not see the battle, sensed the presence of tension.
It also corroborated the guess in her heart.
If that were the case...
Qian Renxue took a deep breath, and circles of brilliant soul rings rose from beneath her feet, encircling her. Her aura suddenly became sharp and aggressive.
Sensing the change in the wind, Tang Sui's eyelids flickered. She glanced at Qian Renxue, whose aura was rising, and her lips twitched, as if about to form a smile, but her eyes held no trace of amusement.
"Are you going to make a move on me?"
Qian Renxue's near-perfect features were overlaid with a layer of golden light, making her face appear more profound, like a deity depicted in frescoes in later eras. Her deep purple pupils were covered with a dense golden glow. Her tone was devoid of emotion, merely stating:
"You are an enemy of the Angel God, and you are my enemy."
Tang Sui also smiled without much emotion, "Is that so? But your Angel God specifically pulled me here to preach to you."
"You preaching to me does not contradict my desire to kill you."
Qian Renxue's expression remained unchanged, but her last crimson soul ring flickered. A radiant Angelic Holy Sword suddenly appeared in her hand.
She looked down at Tang Sui and declared resolutely, "As the heir of the Angel God, I should inherit the Angel God's principles and purge all sin in this world!"
Tang Sui, who appeared only lightly injured on the surface but was actually severely weakened, stood her ground. Her face showed no signs of panic; instead, Qian Renxue's words brought to mind a long-forgotten memory.
"Purge all sin."
Tang Sui's tone carried a hint of inexplicable emotion as she looked meaningfully at Qian Renxue.
"Do you truly believe you can accomplish this?"
Qian Renxue's expression tightened, and she stated with certainty, "I certainly will."
"And now, it starts with you!"
As the words fell, Qian Renxue's wings behind her vibrated, and the sharp blade sliced through the air. She charged towards Tang Sui like a shooting star!