Go See the Holy Spirit Continent for Me-Countless Opportunities Await There!

Golden Crocodile Douluo continued, calculation in his tone.

"Besides, we can't let Spirit Hall shoulder all the work alone."

"We still need to ask the Great Enshrined about this!"

Bibi Dong gave a derisive laugh.

"Ask him?"

"With things as they stand, do we have a choice?"

"If we fight, we die. If we don't, we die a little later, once they find us."

"We die either way. Whoever we ask, it makes no difference."

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded and was about to speak again when he suddenly frowned, his gaze turning sharp.

"No, wait..."

"This was your mess alone to begin with, wasn't it?!"

"From start to finish, you were the one who went along with Yu Xiaogang's nonsense. You offended the Holy Spirit Continent. None of this can be blamed on our Worship Hall!"

"You want to drag all of Spirit Hall down to die with you, don't you?!"

The air inside the hall abruptly froze.

Countless gazes fixed on Bibi Dong in unison.

But Bibi Dong smiled.

"You figured that out too?"

With one sentence, she deflected a thousand pounds with four ounces.

She laid her cards straight on the table.

There was no way to survive anyway, so why keep up the pretense of being the Supreme Pontiff?

Now, she no longer needed to endure it.

"You-!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's knuckles cracked with fury. After a long moment, he squeezed a sentence through his teeth.

"Fine... what a vicious woman!"

"Vicious?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her phoenix eyes, her tone so calm it was almost gentle.

"Though that is part of it-"

"If I were them, I wouldn't leave so much as a chicken or dog alive in Spirit Hall."

With that, she swept her sleeve and turned, her skirt brushing the stone steps before the Throne as she walked straight outside.

She left the hall full of Enshrined exchanging looks.

Bibi Dong passed through the hall's long corridors and arrived at Spirit Hall's rear courtyard.

She found a spot on the stone steps and slowly sat down.

Her bearing was utterly composed.

Yet beneath that composure, a trace of regret rose in her heart.

Those few arrogant remarks had bought her certain death!

It was not worth dying for.

But regret aside, she knew perfectly well.

It was not that she had been insufficiently cautious, but that she had vastly underestimated the Holy Spirit Continent from beginning to end.

The Heavenly Screen, the rankings, Super Divine Artifacts, a plane beyond the reach of divine sense, fifteen god kings...

Every move the other side made reshaped her understanding of the world.

Run?

She did not run.

Running served no purpose whatsoever!

Since that was the case...

"If I can witness the legendary power of a god king before I die!"

She looked up at the Heavenly Screen, a faint curve lifting the corners of her lips.

"Then this journey won't have been in vain."

Only!

As her thoughts turned, a name still rose in her heart.

Xiaogang...

This time, I can't protect you...

The Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu stood quietly before the Angel God Statue, gazing at the Heavenly Screen, his aged voice as soft as a sigh.

"What must come has finally come."

Then he slowly raised his hand.

A wisp of angel divine power circulated faintly in his palm.

Thin and dim, like a dying candle in the wind.

Then, in the next instant-

That wisp of divine power dissipated completely!

Crack-

Somewhere unseen, something seemed to snap.

Qian Daoliu's expression shifted slightly.

His connection to the Angel Holy Sword had been severed!

The Divine Realm had withdrawn all its blessings from the lower world!

After standing stunned for a long while, he suddenly tipped his head back and laughed.

It was impossible to tell whether his laughter held release or desolation.

"To think..."

"The Angel God I served my entire life has actually withdrawn everything she bestowed upon the lower world."

"She's made up her mind to sever all ties with Spirit Hall!"

Just then, a clear voice sounded behind him.

"Grandpa!"

Qian Daoliu turned toward the voice.

Qian Renxue stood at the hall's entrance.

She had already returned to her female appearance, wearing a plain white dress, her features as lovely as a painting. Only the rims of her eyes were slightly red.

"Xiao Xue?!"

Qian Daoliu's expression changed dramatically, and he hurried forward.

"Why have you come? You shouldn't be here!"

"I am Spirit Hall's young master."

Qian Renxue stood firm, enunciating every word in a tone that brooked no doubt.

"With something this serious happening, I must advance and retreat with Spirit Hall. That is why I had to come."

"There is no advancing, only retreating!"

Qian Daoliu shouted sternly.

"Then I still had to come!"

Qian Renxue refused to yield an inch.

Grandfather and granddaughter stared at each other for a long while before Qian Daoliu gave in first.

He closed his eyes and let out a long breath, his voice aged.

"According to Spirit Hall's current intelligence, all the major powers have already disbanded their sects."

"They disbanded not because they feared death."

"But to preserve a spark."

He opened his eyes, his heavy gaze settling on his granddaughter's face.

"And you are the only remaining spark of our Angel Clan."

"Go back to the Star Dou Empire. The Heaven Dou Empire will most likely surrender outright. The people sent by the Holy Spirit Continent should merely accept their submission rather than destroy the two empires."

"Surrender, and you can live."

"I can't live on alone."

The rims of Qian Renxue's eyes grew redder, but her voice remained stubborn.

"I will live and die with Spirit Hall."

"Fool!!"

Qian Daoliu rebuked her harshly, anger and anguish mingling on his aged face.

"If you die, the Angel Clan will be gone for good!"

He took a breath and suppressed his anger. His tone softened, yet carried a solemnity that allowed no refusal.

"Besides, you still have a mission."

"What?"

Qian Renxue froze.

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, each word sounding as though he were entrusting her with the last and heaviest burden of his life.

"Your mission is to find a way to infiltrate the Holy Spirit Continent!"

"See that continent across the sea for me."

"Countless opportunities await there. With your talent, once you reach it, your ceiling will rise even higher. You might even surpass the first Angel God!"

"And you can learn so much there. In the future... bring glory to the Angel Clan!"

He paused, his voice sinking.

"As for Spirit Hall, I am preparing to disband it as well."

"I don't want innocent people to suffer this calamity."

Qian Renxue stared blankly at her grandfather, her lips moving.

"I..."

"That settles it."

Qian Daoliu waved a hand, cutting off everything she had to say.

His aged figure turned away to face the silent Angel God Statue, and he never looked back.

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy.

As for who was the most panicked person on the entire Douluo Continent at that moment.

It was none other than Yu Xiaogang.

He trembled all over, unable even to speak properly.

"Th-this, this, this... it's over... this time, it really is over..."

As he saw it!

Others might die, and perhaps die quickly.

But he was certain to be tortured to death!!

After all, looking back over the entire war of words between the two realms!

Of everyone who had run their mouths, he had been the most vicious!

Calling it some "godforsaken corner," claiming they had "used illusions to rig the rankings," saying they were "barking" and "scared witless"-

He had whipped up the frenzy harder than anyone.

Especially during Sea God's Descent and when Asura God struck, he had jumped around with particular enthusiasm!

Things like "The Sea God is here, you're finished" and "You've enraged a lion."

He had shouted louder than anyone and rattled off more words than anyone.

Now the Sea God had been crippled and taken away, and Asura God had been struck back into the Divine Realm with a single sword blow.

Every word that had bolstered his courage back then had now become a charge recorded against his name.

At that thought!

Yu Xiaogang truly wished he could travel back a few hours and sew his own mouth shut, stitch by stitch...