Bibi Dong secluded herself in her chambers within Spirit Hall, her mind fixated on the enigmatic crimson orb that had triggered her transmigration. For ten grueling days, she probed its essence with her spirit power, meditating under the dim glow of Spirit Hall's lanterns.
"Reveal your secrets to me," she whispered during one session, channeling her Spider Emperor soul to sense its core. But the orb remained inert, its surface pulsing faintly without yielding. Frustration mounted; no matter her efforts—infusing it with poison essence or probing with mental force—it eluded her grasp.
Two days later, as she absentmindedly traced the orb's surface during a moment of rest, a hidden compartment in her mind's eye unlocked. Visions flooded in: the fusion of her two martial souls, Blue Silver Emperor and Death Spider Emperor, into a harmonious entity that amplified her power exponentially. "This... integration," she murmured, her eyes widening.
More revelations followed—a high-level concealment technique, capable of masking her soul power so thoroughly that even a Limit Douluo might overlook her true level if not vigilant. She grasped its intricacies instantly, practicing in secret, her aura vanishing like mist.
Amid these discoveries, a cryptic scroll materialized in her consciousness—a rare dual cultivation method from a nameless origin, inscribed in characters utterly alien, twisting like ancient runes from a forgotten realm. "What language is this?" Bibi Dong pondered, scanning the indecipherable text. She understood nothing of its depths, but its aura screamed potency. "Too dangerous to explore now," she decided, sealing it away in a hidden spatial ring, vowing to safeguard it until the time was right.
These gifts from the orb... they've made me stronger than my future self ever was. In mere days, my spirit power surges beyond limits. No more weakness—I'll wield this fusion and concealment like weapons, turning Spirit Hall into my unbreakable fortress.
Within a month, Bibi Dong's strength had eclipsed her corrupted future incarnation, her fused souls granting unparalleled control and resilience. She spent nights devising strategies: alliances to forge, enemies to undermine, contingencies for rogue spirit masters. "Qian Xunji first, then the sects," she planned, her mind a web of calculated moves.
In her visions, she uncovered Tang San's destiny—the boy favored by the continent's whims, his pursuits yielding ever-greater opportunities the more he was chased. "Hunting him now would only empower him further," she realized, suspecting the Asura God's shadowy hand guiding his path. "Let him grow in ignorance. I'll confront him when the time is ripe," she resolved, shifting focus to her own empire.
Bibi Dong approached Qian Xunji in the grand hall, her voice steady yet pleading. "Master, I request a simple room for my children—nothing lavish, just a space I can decorate with care," she said, masking her hatred.
Qian Xunji scoffed, his angelic aura flickering. "Unnecessary frivolity, Bibi Dong. Focus on your duties to Spirit Hall, not childish whims."
She persisted, her words weaving logic and emotion. "Think of it as an investment, Master. A nurturing environment will strengthen their loyalty to you and Spirit Hall. Imagine prodigies raised in gratitude—your legacy secured."
He paused, her persuasion chipping at his resolve. "Very well," he conceded grudgingly. "But keep it modest."
He agrees, but his scorn fuels my hatred. Soon, I'll turn his power against him. This room will be my children's sanctuary—where I'll build their trust, their love, ensuring they stand by me eternally.
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