In the dream, the Teacher brandished a Holy Sword, splitting the heavens with a single strike.
The scene was so magnificent that it surpassed anything Qian Renxue had ever witnessed.
Half of the sky was severed cleanly across the middle, creating a massive heavenly abyss that stretched endlessly across the horizon. Countless streams of Holy Light poured from the rift like celestial rivers descending from the heavens.
The radiant light illuminated the entire world.
Golden brilliance spread across the sky and earth.
Every cherry blossom within the dream realm seemed to become a sacred flower blessed by divine power.
As the Holy Light flowed downward, it washed over mountains, rivers, forests, and plains, purifying everything it touched.
Standing beneath that heavenly spectacle, Qian Renxue felt her entire body bathed in warmth.
Even the Angel bloodline within her resonated instinctively.
The power contained within that strike was so overwhelming that it left her speechless.
Such power...
Even if the Angel God personally descended, it would probably be no more than this.
The thought had barely formed in her mind when the world suddenly changed.
The boundless radiance vanished.
Darkness descended.
The entire sky became pitch-black.
Not the darkness of night.
Not the darkness of clouds.
But a darkness so absolute that it resembled the end of the world itself.
The Holy Light that had originally illuminated everything transformed into an endless abyss of sin.
The golden rivers flowing from the heavens became streams of black and crimson blood.
The sacred atmosphere disappeared completely.
In its place emerged an aura of destruction and judgment.
Qian Renxue's pupils contracted.
Above the sky, the Twelve-Winged Sacred Seraphim had changed.
The twelve wings that had once shone with holy radiance gradually turned black and crimson.
Each feather seemed stained by endless darkness.
The Holy Sword in its hand also transformed.
Its pure golden blade became a dark sword engulfed in black flames.
The surrounding space twisted under its presence.
The sword did not merely seem capable of destroying enemies.
It looked capable of destroying the entire world.
The terrifying pressure caused Qian Renxue's heart to tremble.
At that moment, the Teacher's voice echoed throughout the dream realm.
"This is Fallen Angel: Judgment."
The dark figure standing in the heavens slowly spread its twelve black-red wings.
Each movement seemed to shake the world.
"It is a Dark Angel."
"This cultivation direction possesses all the abilities of a Twelve-Winged Seraphim."
The dark flames grew stronger.
The surrounding darkness expanded endlessly.
"It is a path of falling from light into darkness, cultivating both light and darkness."
Qian Renxue listened silently.
Although the words sounded simple, she could immediately understand the implications.
This path was fundamentally different from the orthodox Angel inheritance.
The Angel God's power represented purity.
Judgment.
Holy Light.
Order.
Yet this path embraced darkness as well.
It accepted both sides and fused them together.
The Teacher's voice continued.
"However, cultivating this technique requires plucking feathers and breaking wings before being reborn."
The black-red angel in the sky slowly raised its sword.
The pressure intensified.
"To fall into the abyss and walk the path of darkness. The pain involved is far greater than the former path."
Even hearing those words caused Qian Renxue's expression to become serious.
"And because it conflicts with Holy Light itself, you will find it extremely difficult to pass the Angel God's Trial."
The warning was straightforward.
This path offered greater potential.
But the risks were equally terrifying.
Then the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel casually waved its hand.
Boom!
The endless abyss above the heavens expanded instantly.
Darkness covered the sky.
Black-red flames swept across the horizon.
The sea of judgment seemed capable of eroding an entire continent.
Mountains shattered.
The heavens trembled.
The very laws of the world appeared to collapse beneath its authority.
Compared to the sacred and noble Twelve-Winged Seraphim, this fallen form was even more terrifying.
It was destruction incarnate.
A ruler of judgment and ruin.
Qian Renxue stood frozen in place.
Her mind had gone completely blank.
She could not recover for a long time.
The dream eventually faded.
The cherry blossom forest disappeared.
The heavens vanished.
The classroom gradually returned to view.
It was only when Teacher Xin snapped his fingers in front of her that Qian Renxue finally regained her senses.
Even then, she remained speechless.
Her heart was still filled with shock.
She had originally believed that the power displayed within the Angel God's Trial represented the pinnacle of the Angel path.
But now she realized how limited her understanding had been.
What the Teacher had prepared for her was actually even more profound than what she had seen within the divine inheritance itself.
At first, when she became a disciple of Heart of Fire Academy, she had to admit that her reasons were somewhat superficial.
She had been attracted by the Teacher's appearance.
A classic face-con.
His beauty had moved her worldly desires and captured her attention.
But now?
Now things were completely different.
The cultivation techniques he created.
The theories he taught.
The paths he opened for his disciples.
All of them revealed a foundation so profound that it bordered on the unbelievable.
The admiration in her heart was no longer merely directed at his appearance.
It was directed toward his wisdom and achievements.
Is this really a cultivation technique?
Or is it a God's Trial?
The Teacher isn't actually a God, right?
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind.
Seeing Qian Renxue remain silent for so long, Xin finally spoke calmly.
"This might be a difficult choice for you."
"The former is the most stable and conservative path for you. The latter is more radical and adventurous, but it can also allow you to reach a higher level in the end."
His tone remained relaxed.
There was no pressure.
No attempt to influence her decision.
"This month, you can slowly think about it, or even return to Spirit City to seek the opinions of your elders. Teacher will respect your choice."