Ancient Stone Tablet, Born!

Inside the Consecration Hall, Bibi Dong walked into the grand hall with a dignified and elegant air.

"Bibi Dong? What are you doing here?" Golden Crocodile Douluo walked out, looking at her with surprise.

Upon hearing the guard's alert, he had thought he misheard. Bibi Dong, who never visited without a reason, was actually coming to the Consecration Hall? He had no idea what kind of trick she was playing.

"I am looking for the Great Consecrator!"

Bibi Dong's gaze rested on him, but her attention was fixed on the Angel God Statue behind him.

Noble, holy, and spotless—aside from being made of gold and worth a fortune, she couldn't see anything special about it.

"The Great Consecrator is in seclusion. You can tell me whatever business you have," Golden Crocodile Douluo said indifferently.

"It is nothing much. It is just that a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast attacked Spirit Hall previously, and I wanted to ask the Great Consecrator to help capture it."

"What?" Golden Crocodile Douluo was stunned.

He wasn't surprised by the attack of a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast, but rather that she would actually ask the Great Consecrator to intervene? Wasn't that like an elephant stepping on an ant—a complete waste of talent?

"This is simply a joke! You can't handle your own affairs, Bibi Dong, yet you want to trouble our Consecration Hall? Furthermore, for a mere hundred-thousand-year spirit beast, having the Great Consecrator take action is an insult to him!"

He scolded the woman before him angrily, yet she remained calm, showing not a shred of intimidation.

"If it won't work, then forget it."

Bibi Dong did not say another word; she turned and walked away.

She had given up. She couldn't see anything in the statue, and her spiritual power couldn't perceive anything either. She couldn't exactly cut it open to take a look!

Golden Crocodile Douluo stared at her, dumbfounded. She was just leaving?

Just as he was feeling puzzled, a burst of intense golden light suddenly erupted from behind him!

Both of them turned around in shock.

Rumble--

The Angel God Statue was actually crumbling, covered from head to toe in dense, spiderweb-like cracks, as if it were about to shatter the very next second.

Golden light radiated from the fissures, illuminating the area until it was translucent.

"What is happening?" Golden Crocodile Douluo shielded his eyes, peeking through a gap, his heart filled with alarm.

The next second.

Rumble--

The entire statue exploded completely. Fragments flew everywhere, covering the ceiling, the walls, and the floor.

After the light dissipated, Golden Crocodile Douluo and Bibi Dong lowered their hands simultaneously. They looked toward the spot where the statue had been, only to see a red stone tablet over two meters tall standing there.

The tablet was rectangular, though the top was arched, and it was about half a meter thick, engraved with strange, incomprehensible patterns.

Bibi Dong guessed that this must be a form of writing, perhaps something used by people in ancient times.

"What is this thing?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo stared at the tablet in shock, completely forgetting about the destruction of the statue, for he could see that the statue had been created specifically to protect this tablet.

Swish--

At that moment, a figure appeared rapidly before the two, staring at the tablet in astonishment.

"Great Consecrator."

"Do not speak." Qian Daoliu raised a hand to stop Golden Crocodile Douluo, focusing his full attention on the stone tablet. He felt a peculiar aura within it calling out to him.

It was the aura of the Angel God, simulated by Shendu.

"This power... it is the power of a god!"

Qian Daoliu stepped forward, trembling with excitement as he touched the tablet.

Suddenly, he felt a strange vision flood into his mind:

"We, the descendants of the Qian Clan, guard the Douluo Continent for the Angel God. If a demon emerges, it must be reported. For generations, we shall never falter."

A group of people dressed in golden robes knelt before a noble and magnificent angel, swearing an oath in unison.

After the oath, they all received the god's gift, obtaining the Angel Spirit.

"This... is this the origin of the Qian Clan?" Qian Daoliu was greatly shocked.

Next, he learned the details of the Qian Clan's mission and saw the appearance of the demon.

Upon seeing the creature's form, his pupils dilated in shock, and he muttered in disbelief, "Isn't this the spirit beast that came to Spirit Hall that day?"

Although he hadn't gone out the day Hsi Wu appeared, he had casually scanned the area with his spiritual power and remembered the creature's appearance.

Yet, what he never expected was that this guy was actually the demon mentioned by his ancestors—the very reason for his clan's existence!

The demon, the Angel God...

His expression grew frantic as he rubbed the tablet, trying to find a way to notify the Angel God.

As a member of the Qian Clan, he was fiercely loyal to the Angel God. Since this was the meaning of his clan's existence, he had to fulfill it.

In an instant, his heart was filled with a profound sense of pride in his mission.

"I never expected that the Qian Clan, which has been passed down for countless years, would fulfill its mission in my generation!"

Qian Daoliu suppressed the excitement in his heart, yet his hands still trembled uncontrollably.

I must find a way to notify the Angel God and inform Her of the demon's arrival!

"High Priest?"

"Shut up!" Qian Daoliu roared irritably, startling Golden Crocodile Douluo into silence.

Honestly, couldn't he see that he was busy?

Ignoring the other man, he continued to stroke the stone tablet, hoping it would reveal the method to contact the Angel God.

Bibi Dong frowned. Although she did not know what had happened, it was clear that Qian Daoliu had learned something, and it was of great importance to him.

Could it be that he had discovered the connection between the Angel God and the Sky Demon?

But that didn't make sense; if he had, shouldn't he be vigorously hunting down Hsi Wu to kill him? Why was he here caressing a stone tablet?

She was deeply puzzled, but since Qian Daoliu wouldn't even allow Golden Crocodile Douluo to disturb him, it was even more impossible for her to obtain the information.

After pondering for a long time, she had no choice but to leave in disappointment.

As she departed, Golden Crocodile Douluo watched her retreating figure with a hint of suspicion. The statue had exploded shortly after this woman arrived; could the matter be related to her?

But he would never know the truth, for Bibi Dong had already walked far away.