Chapter 301: Spirit Hall Will Definitely Not Belong to Qian Renxue
Chapter 301: Spirit Hall Will Definitely Not Belong to Qian Renxue
At this moment, the Supreme Pontiff Palace was exceptionally oppressive.
It was due to the confrontation between two Titled Douluo.
The obsidian dome of the Supreme Pontiff Palace pierced straight into the sky.
The spire broke through thick cloud layers, vanishing into the cold mist of the high altitude.
Twelve stained glass windows were lined up along the body of the hall.
Each one was painted with sacred patterns of an angel’s descent.
Filtered skylight fell upon the central Seraphim statue, plating it with a layer of cold white halo.
The empty eye sockets of the statue faced the Supreme Pontiff throne below.
On both sides of the hall stood man-high gilded candlesticks.
Each held nine white candles, their flames burning quietly.
The flickering firelight stretched Bibi Dong’s silhouette long, casting it onto the cold white jade floor.
She was dressed in the ink-colored robes exclusive to the Supreme Pontiff.
The collar and cuffs were inlaid with red-gold patterns.
The purple-gold Spider Emperor dark patterns on the hem rose and fell slightly with her movements.
The Angel’s Heart gem at the top of the Supreme Pontiff Scepter in her hand flowed with a dark purple luster, complementing the patterns on the hem.
The Void Realm behind her rippled with fine ripples without warning.
Pure white, blinding angel spirit power pressed down overwhelmingly.
Dozens of candle flames in the hall bent to one side simultaneously.
Even the cold white halo on the statue rippled violently.
The gilded candlesticks emitted a slight hum.
Qian Daoliu’s figure stood on the high platform in front of the statue.
His white robes moved without wind.
The spirit power surging around him enveloped Bibi Dong in layers.
Bibi Dong slowly turned around.
There was not a hint of fear in her purple eyes.
Instead, a faint but bone-chilling sneer curled at the corner of her lips.
Her fingertips brushed the top of the Supreme Pontiff Scepter.
Dark purple spirit power surged silently around her.
A majestic and heavy Aura steadily blocked the pressure pouring from Qian Daoliu.
The hanging hem of her robes only swayed slightly.
"Rules?"
Her voice echoed in the empty Supreme Pontiff Palace, bone-chillingly cold.
"Are the rules the High Priest speaks of that you are only allowed to sit in the Enshrinement Hall, talking empty words about the Sacred Path to the Angel God statue, while I, the Supreme Pontiff, am not allowed to do a single practical thing for Spirit Hall?"
She chuckled.
The disdain in her tone almost overflowed the entire hall.
The thing Qian Daoliu cared about most in his life had always been the God PositionLegacy of the Angel Clan, and that God Position successor, Qian Renxue, into whom he had poured all his effort.
"During the ten days I was away from the Supreme Pontiff Palace, I had already instructed the Holy Maiden to properly receive all meeting requests according to my orders."
"The eight urgent reports sent by the Upper Three Sects—I have already finished reviewing all of them within half an hour of returning to the hall."
"The flow of ecclesiastical affairs in the branch halls across the continent has never stagnated for a moment."
She paused, her purple eyes sweeping toward Qian Daoliu on the high platform, her tone even colder.
"On the other hand, High Priest, without asking for the cause or effect, you convict me of dereliction of duty based solely on the excuse that I was ’not in the Supreme Pontiff Palace’."
"Acting this way is a bit of an overreaction."
"You say now is a critical juncture in the continent’s landscape?"
Her tone suddenly turned sharp.
"In your eyes, the so-called critical juncture has always been only Qian Renxue’s child’s play plan to infiltrate and replace Heaven Dou, and your Angel Clan’s ethereal God PositionLegacy."
At the mention of the name Qian Renxue, the Aura around her suddenly became cold and gloomy.
The candle flames in the hall shrank their tips in response.
Qian Daoliu’s face sank bit by bit.
The golden spirit power surging around him stirred up bone-chilling anger.
"Bibi Dong, how dare you speak to me in such a tone now? Do you really think I wouldn’t dare move against you?!"
His voice shook the stained glass windows, causing them to hum.
"I’m just telling the truth."
The chill in Bibi Dong’s purple eyes almost solidified into substance.
Extreme disdain and hatred buried deep in her blood and bones intertwined.
"You say this position of Supreme Pontiff was granted to me by you?"
She took half a step forward, her scepter thudding against the white jade floor with a clear, crisp sound.
"When Qian Xunji died, Spirit Hall was leaderless, the two great Empires were watching like tigers, and the Upper Three Sects were pressing in step by step."
"It was I who stabilized the Elder Palace, gathered the million Spirit Masters of the continent, and forcefully brought Spirit Hall to the point where even the imperial families of the two great Empires must bow their heads."
"Now you come to tell me you gave me this position? Did your Enshrinement Hall ever do anything?"
Her voice suddenly rose, her purple eyes full of mockery.
"As for Qian Renxue."
She said the name without a trace of warmth in her tone.
"She is the direct descendant of your Angel Clan, the successor you are bent on pushing onto the God Position."
"Her path was chosen by your hand. Her plan was set by herself. What does any of this have to do with me?"
"I have never acknowledged this daughter."
"And don’t expect me to divert even a shred of my attention to her plan."
"I am the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, not a nanny you, Qian Daoliu, found for your precious granddaughter."
She took another step forward.
She stood facing Qian Daoliu on the high platform from afar.
Dark purple Spider Emperorspirit power surged crazily around her.
It crashed into Qian Daoliu’s angel spirit power in the center of the hall, holding its own.
Her posture showed no sign of backing down.
"High Priest, I advise you to get things straight."
"The Enshrinement Hall manages your Angel Legacy."
"The Supreme Pontiff Palace manages Spirit Hall’s world."
"If you want the Angel Clan to stand at the peak of the continent, you have to rely on me."
"Rely on the Spirit Hall in my hands, rely on my means to flatten the two great Empires and annihilate the Upper Three Sects."
"If you barge in like this again to berate me without knowing right from wrong, don’t blame me for not leaving you, the High Priest, any face."
"After all, the entire continent only recognizes the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong."
"No one will care about a Qian Daoliu hidden in the Enshrinement Hall, who only talks about rules and ignores worldly affairs."
"Furthermore, as the envoy of the Angel God, your only mission is to protect Qian Renxue in completing the God PositionLegacy."
The sneer at the corner of her lips deepened.
"The rules of the Divinity do not allow you to interfere too much in the mundane affairs of Spirit Hall, do they?"
She knew better than anyone that this rule was one of her greatest sources of confidence.
"You!!!"
Qian Daoliu clenched both fists, his knuckles turning pale.
The angel spirit power around him surged to the extreme. The golden light almost covered the natural light on the statue.
But after glaring at Bibi Dong with fuming anger for a long time,
Qian Daoliu ultimately did not make a move.
He looked over this woman in front of him, who was covered in thorns.
Right now, he indeed could not move against Bibi Dong.
Xiao Xue had not yet grown up and needed Bibi Dong to hold the front.
Finally, he withdrew his Aura and only left a cold sentence.
"Bibi Dong, you’d better watch yourself!"
He turned and transformed into a streak of blinding white light, vanishing from the Supreme Pontiff Palace in an instant.
The candle flames in the hall returned to a steady glow.
"Heh."
Bibi Dong sneered.
She casually brushed over the stack of files on the desk, the disdain in her eyes not yet dissipated.
This was the first time she had confronted Qian Daoliu with such confidence.
In the past, she would have certainly endured.
But now, she felt she had changed.
"Is it because of A-Qing?"
A seductive curve curled on Bibi Dong’s red lips; she liked this change.
Qian Daoliu had always thought the future of Spirit Hall was in Qian Renxue’s pocket.
But only she knew.
The future of Spirit Hall belongs to A-Qing.
She was only guarding this massive foundation for A-Qing.
When A-Qing wanted it, she could offer it with both hands at any time.
Qian Renxue?
She didn’t even have the qualification to touch this foundation.
In the empty hall, only a whisper remains, so soft it’s almost inaudible.
"Qian Daoliu, I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed; Spirit Hall will definitely not be hers."
(End of Chapter)
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