The scene shifted to Spirit Hall, deep within the Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu, who had been assisting Qian Renxue with her Angel God Trial, suddenly opened his eyes.
He sensed an extremely familiar yet domineering aura speeding toward the endless sea at an astonishing rate.
"Tan Chen?"
Qian Daoliu furrowed his brow, a trace of astonishment flashing through his eyes. "That old bastard vanished for so many years, yet he appeared at such a critical moment?"
"Judging by his direction... could he be going to find Xixi?"
In an instant, Qian Daoliu felt that matters had become incomparably troublesome.
Naturally, he knew all too well that Bibi Dong had launched the Soul Hunting Operation and uprooted the Clear Sky Sect.
Originally, he had thought that Bibi Dong could stir up however much trouble she wanted on the continent.
After all, from the moment he decided to initiate his granddaughter's Angel God Trial, his own life had entered its final countdown.
At best, a few years. At worst, a dozen or so years.
Once Xiaoxue successfully crossed that final threshold and became the lofty Angel God, while he himself had already passed away through sacrifice, the absurd agreement he and Tang Chen had made back then—that "Spirit Hall would not set foot upon the mountain where the Clear Sky Sect stood"—would naturally scatter away with the wind.
But Tang Chen's sudden appearance had completely disrupted his plans.
"If Xixi truly chooses to join hands with that old bastard Tang Chen because of their past feelings and make trouble, I wonder whether that kid Jiang Li can withstand it?"
A rare, deep worry flickered in Qian Daoliu's eyes.
As the Angel God's High Priest, he could keenly sense that the evil aura belonging to the Rakshasa God on Bibi Dong's body was