"Lord Angel God, the task you assigned us has been successfully completed. The beast gods in the north of the Heaven Dou Empire and the East Sea have drawn Tang Chen, the inheritor of the Fire God, and the other inheritors of divine positions away."
At the summit of Spirit Hall's Sacred Mountain stood a plaza paved with white jade before the magnificent Angel God Temple. From afar, it appeared flawlessly pure, with holy light drifting from its surface.
At the center of the plaza, an elderly man in white-gold ceremonial robes was kneeling on one knee. He lowered his head respectfully, his face filled with reverence.
Qian Renxue slowly emerged from the temple, nine layers of divine halos revolving behind her, glittering with countless mysterious runes.
"What about Tang San and Zhao Xuan?"
"Tang San is still stationed at Ling Yun Pass. There is no news of Zhao Xuan yet."
Qian Renxue slightly turned her head and fell into thought. Perhaps this was Spirit Hall's best opportunity. If Zhao Xuan became a god, it would be too late for everything.
Having made up her mind, determination appeared on Qian Renxue's face. She gave the order in a deep voice, "Notify everyone to assemble. Prepare to march on Heaven Dou!"
"Yes!"
The Title Douluo kneeling on the white jade plaza revealed a fervent expression. After bowing deeply to Qian Renxue, he vanished from sight in an instant.
A gentle breeze swept across the Sacred Mountain's summit. Though the temple was beautiful, it carried the lonely chill of great heights.
Qian Renxue shifted her gaze toward a certain spot, her brows drawing together slightly. "What are you doing here?"
From a corner of the Sacred Mountain's summit, Bibi Dong's figure slowly appeared. Her face was a sickly blue-gray, making her look