The next day, Bibi Dong went to the Worship Hall.
Worship Hall is at the highest point of Martial Soul Sacred Mountain.
Keep company with the clouds.
Starting from Pope Hall, go all the way up the stone steps behind the holy mountain, pass through the triple ban, and then walk through a stone corridor suspended in mid-air to see the full picture of the Worship Hall.
It is larger and older than Pope Temple.
The stone of the temple is soul crystal rock mined from the depths of the Holy Mountain when the Wuhun Palace was first built. The gray-white stone surface is covered with naturally formed soul power lines. After thousands of years of wind and rain, those lines still glow with a faint luster in the sunlight.
Bibi Dong has not been to this place for more than 20 years since he succeeded Pope.
No one has cleared the snow on the stone steps, which makes a creaking sound when you step on them.
The hem of her purple robe was soaked by the snow and stuck to her ankles, feeling cold.
She didn't walk fast, every step she took was very steady, and Pope's Scepter made crisp echoes on the stone steps.
The moment she stepped into the Worship Hall.
The nine figures sitting on the Worship Hall pillar opened their eyes at the same time.
The nine pillars are arranged in a ring, each more than ten feet high. A lotus-shaped platform is cut out on the top of the pillar. Each of the nine worshipers sits on one pillar with their eyes closed.
At this moment, nine pairs of eyes opened at the same time, and the air in the hall suddenly sank, as if a mountain had appeared out of thin air.
The leader has blond hair.
He looks like he is no more than thirty years old.
His face is disproportionately young for his status, his skin is smooth without a single wrinkle, his facial features are straight and sharp, and his jawline looks like it was cut with a knife.
He was sitting on the pillar facing the palace door, with a slender figure, wearing a plain white robe, with the corners hanging down on the edge of the lotus platform, motionless.
But his aura is the strongest among the nine!
"What's the matter?"
Qian Daoliu glanced at Bibi Dong, his voice was flat.
"Let the other eight worshippers go out first. I have something important to discuss with you."
Although Bibi Dong is the identity of Pope.
But in the Worship Hall.
The eight Great Enshrined are all headed by Great Enshrined Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu is the only one who can command eight Great Enshrined.
Qian Daoliu's eyes fell on Bibi Dong's face.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke.
"You guys go out first."
"Yes, brother."
8 Great Enshrined nodded and stood up, disappearing into the Worship Hall.
"Now, you can talk."
Qian Daoliu still looks indifferent.
He sat on the pillar without moving, looking down at Bibi Dong.
"Xue'er..."
Bibi Dong paused for a moment.
Her fingers tightened on the staff, and her nails dug into the golden patterns on the staff.
"Pregnant."
The voice fell.
Silence fell in the main hall.
The silence lasted for about three breaths.
Then Qian Daoliu moved.
The hand he placed on his knee slowly closed, his fingertips sank into his palm, and his knuckles turned white.
There was no expression change on his face, but something was surging deep in those golden pupils.
A moment later, a storm swept through the entire hall.
Qian Daoliu's Soul Power poured out of the body, and the invisible pressure was like a physical mountain, crushing towards Bibi Dong from all directions.
The hanging curtains in the hall were pressed against the walls, the stone chips on the pillars fell, and even the ground trembled slightly.
Even Bibi Dong's Soul Power Level is already level ninety-seven.
But he was still shaken by this coercion and had difficulty breathing!
Her face turned pale for a moment, as if someone had stepped on her chest, and the air she inhaled was blocked in her throat.
She ran Soul Power, and a purple halo rose from the body surface, forming a thin barrier around her body.
The barrier creaked under the pressure of Qian Daoliu, like a shield being beaten by a heavy hammer, barely holding on.
Qian Daoliu stood up from the pillar.
He moved very slowly, and when he stood up, the lotus platform on the pillar made a subtle cracking sound.
His figure is as straight as a gun, his blond hair is windless and automatic, and every strand of hair is glowing with a faint golden light.
His eyes were filled with ice.
"Say it again!"
The sound came out word by word from between the teeth.
"Xue'er is pregnant."
Bibi Dong repeated it again.
Her voice was steady, but the fingers holding the scepter were still slightly white.
The next second, golden light flashed.
Qian Daoliu, who was standing on the pillar just now, has now appeared in front of Bibi Dong.
Less than three feet apart.
Bibi Dong You can even see the tight muscle lines on his jaw.
His speed was so fast that she, who was at level ninety-seven, couldn't see the trajectory clearly. She just felt that the person had arrived as soon as her eyes blurred.
"Who did this?!"
Qian Daoliu word by word.
"I asked, but she didn't say anything."
Bibi Dong has a purple halo coming out of his body.
Soul Power was running, and finally it felt a lot better under the pressure of Qian Daoliu.
She paused her scepter on the ground and steadied herself.
"So, I came to find you."
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu stopped talking.
His eyes moved away from Bibi Dong's face and towards the direction of the palace door.
The golden pupils narrowed slightly, and the coldness in their eyes condensed.
He stood there in silence for two or three breaths, then flashed and disappeared in front of Bibi Dong.
That night, Qian Renxue, who was closing his eyes to relax, heard a familiar sound of wind coming from the room.
She opened her eyes.
Standing in front of her was someone she hadn't seen in more than ten years.
He stood two steps away from her couch, his eyes sliding down from her face and falling on her belly covered with brocade quilt.
If Qian Daoliu still had a trace of luck in his heart before.
But when I saw Qian Renxue's bulging belly, all that luck was gone!
That arc can't be hidden.
Even through the brocade quilt, you can see that the curve of the quilt surface is rounded and distinct.
Qian Daoliu's eyes were fixed there, as if he was nailed by something.
The successor of Angel God that I worked so hard to cultivate...
He was actually...
When I think of these, Qian Daoliu feels pain in my chest!
His fingers clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again, and his joints made a slight creaking sound.
"Who did it?"
Qian Daoliu stared at Qian Renxue's belly, his voice as cold as winter snow.
Qian Renxue opened his mouth.
Her lips moved twice, and there was something blocked in her throat.
When the words came to her lips, the name was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say it out.
Dai Mobai.
Just three words.
She could tell Bibi Dong not to say anything, but the person standing in front of her at this moment is Qian Daoliu.
The grandfather who had had high hopes for her ever since she could remember.
But she still couldn't say it.
Seeing that his granddaughter did not give a clear answer.
Qian Daoliu's remaining patience has been exhausted.
"Ci Xue!"
"Get in here!"
Qian Daoliu's voice was wrapped in spiritual power and accurately fell into the ears of Ci Xue, who was acting as a guard outside the palace.
Ci Xue is standing three steps away from the palace gate.
The moment he heard the sound, his whole body jumped up and his face turned pale.
Although he has been away from the Spirit Hall for many years, he is very familiar with this voice!