At the Worship Hall, Bibi Dong walked into the main hall with graceful poise.
"Bibi Dong? What are you doing here?" Golden Crocodile Douluo asked in surprise as he came out to meet her.
When the guards alerted him, he'd thought he'd heard them wrong. Bibi Dong, who never visited without a reason, had actually come to the Worship Hall? What on earth was she up to?
"I'm here to see the Grand Pontiff!"
Bibi Dong's gaze rested on him, but her attention was on the Angel God Statue behind him.
Noble, holy, and immaculate. Apart from being made of gold that could be sold for money, it didn't look any different from an ordinary statue.
"The Grand Pontiff is in seclusion. Whatever you need to discuss, you can tell me," Golden Crocodile Douluo said blandly.
"It's nothing much. I wanted to ask the Grand Pontiff to help capture the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that attacked Spirit Hall earlier."
"What?" Golden Crocodile Douluo stared at her in disbelief.
He wasn't surprised that a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had attacked. He was surprised that she expected the Grand Pontiff to step in. That would be like using an elephant to trample an ant—a ridiculous waste of strength.
"This has to be a joke! Bibi Dong, you can't handle your own problems, and now you want to trouble our Worship Hall? Besides, having the Grand Pontiff deal with a mere Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would be an insult to him!"
He angrily berated Bibi Dong, but her expression remained calm, without the slightest hint of fear.
"If you can't, then forget it."
Bibi Dong said no more and turned to leave.
She gave up. She couldn't see anything unusual about the statue, and her mental power couldn't sense anything either. It wasn't as if she could cut it open and take a look!
Golden Crocodile Douluo stared blankly after her. She was just leaving?
As he wondered about it, a burst of brilliant golden light suddenly erupted behind him!
The two of them turned around in surprise.
Rumble—
The Angel God Statue was on the verge of collapse. Dense cracks covered its entire body, as if it would shatter at any moment.
Golden light poured through the cracks, illuminating everything before them.
"What's happening?" Golden Crocodile Douluo shielded his eyes, peering out from behind his hand in shock.
The next moment—
"Rumble—"
The entire statue exploded. Fragments flew everywhere, falling across the ceiling, walls, and floor.
Once the light faded, Golden Crocodile Douluo and Bibi Dong lowered their hands at the same time and looked toward the statue. A red stone tablet, over two meters tall, stood in its place.
The tablet was rectangular, though its top was shaped like an archway, with a curved crown. It was nearly half a meter thick, and covered in strange symbols they couldn't understand.
Bibi Dong guessed that they were a kind of writing, perhaps used by people in ancient times.
"What is this thing?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo stared at the tablet in shock, no longer caring about the damaged statue. He could tell that the statue had been made specifically to protect the tablet.
"Whoosh—"
A figure swiftly appeared in front of them, staring at the tablet in surprise.
"Grand Pontiff."
"Don't speak." Qian Daoliu raised a hand to stop Golden Crocodile Douluo, his full attention fixed on the stone tablet. He could feel a strange presence within it calling to him.
It was the aura of the Angel God that Shendu had simulated.
"This power—it's the power of a god!"
Qian Daoliu excitedly stepped forward and stroked the tablet.
Suddenly, a strange scene entered his mind:
"My Qian Clan kin, guard Douluo Continent for the Angel God. Should a demon emerge, you must report it. Generation after generation, never give up."
A group of people in golden clothing knelt before a noble, magnificent angel and swore the oath together.
After taking the oath, they all received the god's blessing and gained the Angel Martial Soul.
"This—this is the origin of the Qian Clan?" Qian Daoliu was astonished.
Next, he learned the Qian Clan's mission in detail and saw what the demon looked like.
When he saw its appearance, his pupils widened in shock. "Isn't this the Soul Beast that came to Spirit Hall the other day?"
The day Hsi Wu appeared, Qian Daoliu hadn't left the building, but he'd taken one quick look with his mental power and memorized Hsi Wu's appearance.
But what he never would have expected was that this fellow was the very demon mentioned by his ancestors—the mission of the Qian Clan!
The demon, the Angel God...
His expression grew frantic. He ran his hands over the tablet, trying to find a way to notify the Angel God.
As a member of the Qian Clan, he was utterly loyal to the Angel God. Since this was the very reason the Qian Clan existed, he had to see it through.
In an instant, a tremendous sense of pride in his mission filled him.
"I never imagined the Qian Clan, passed down for countless generations, would fulfill its mission in my generation!"
Qian Daoliu tried to hold back his excitement, but his hands still trembled.
He had to find a way to notify the Angel God, then tell her that the demon had arrived!
"Grand Pontiff?"
"Shut up!" Qian Daoliu roared impatiently, scaring Golden Crocodile Douluo into silence.
Honestly, couldn't he see that Qian Daoliu was busy?
He ignored the other man and continued to stroke the tablet, hoping it would reveal how to notify the Angel God.
Bibi Dong furrowed her brow. Though she didn't know what had happened, Qian Daoliu had clearly learned something, and it was important to him.
Had he learned about the Angel God and the Sky Demon?
But that didn't make sense. Shouldn't he be hunting down Hsi Wu and killing him? Why was he stroking a stone tablet?
She was confused, but Qian Daoliu wouldn't even let Golden Crocodile Douluo disturb him. There was no way she could get any information from him.
After thinking it over for a long while, she could only return, disappointed.
As she left, Golden Crocodile Douluo watched her retreating figure with a trace of suspicion. The statue had exploded shortly after she arrived. Could she have had something to do with it?
But he would never learn the truth. Bibi Dong was already long gone.
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