Xuan Yue hovered quietly above the large magic hexagram, her fair and luminous skin completely enveloped in the golden divine light of the Six Wing Angel. Half a year had passed and she had grown a bit taller. The utterly holy aura on her face made her look like a Goddess, rendering her beautiful face even more vibrant with her residueless and invincible character. The Phoenix's Blood on her chest emitted a faint red glow, subtly absorbing the golden energy under its halo.
The Pope thought to himself: Yue Yue, I wonder what effect your practice will have once you have been fully baptized by the divine. Perhaps, you will become the strongest Goddess in the Church's history.
After circulating his energy twenty-seven times, Ah Dai slowed his routine and awoke from his meditation, the little silver figure in his Dantian had fully regained its glittering appearance.
"Master, my strength has been restored," Ah Dai respectfully said.
