After the Angel Statue finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the hall.
Qian Renxue stood before the nine golden screens of light, her expression calm.
Qian Daoliu stood behind her, his mouth hanging open for a long time.
He wondered whether he had misheard. What did she mean by "please be sure to inherit it"?
In Qian Daoliu's nearly a century of understanding, the Angel Godhood had always been sacred and majestic. An heir had to pass trial after trial and endure countless hardships to earn recognition.
Qian Renxue looked up. "Since the venerable Angel God has put it that way, Xue'er would be more respectful to accept than refuse. I'd like to see just how difficult the Angel Nine Trials are."
"Excellent." There was a sense of relief in the Angel God's voice.
Meanwhile, in the Supreme Pontiff's Hall.
Sensing something, Bibi Dong abruptly rose from the Supreme Pontiff's throne, her gaze flashing as she looked toward Douluo Hall.
A vast, sacred aura spread from the highest point of Spirit Hall's sacred mountain, like the rising sun casting its brilliance in every direction.
She strode to the window and pushed it open.
At the mountain's summit, a platinum pillar of light shot into the sky, dyeing the entire heavens a holy gold.
"Has... has the Angel God Trial begun?"
Bibi Dong's expression turned exceedingly ugly, and she clenched her teeth. "Impossible! Qian Renxue is only fifteen! It must be the power of faith spread by that cultivation method that accelerated her recognition by the Angel God!"
She instantly grasped the crux of the matter.
She knew better than anyone that once Qian Renxue completed the Angel Nine Trials and inherited the Angel Godhood, their so-called three-year agreement would become a joke.
Then, never mind a battle to settle