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Before her eyes stretched an endless white radiance. In a daze, Bibi Dong felt she had lost something—but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall what it was.
Time passed unknowingly. When Bibi Dong regained consciousness, she found herself seated on the Pope's throne in the conference hall of the Pope's Palace.
Ten meters before her stood a tall, exquisitely beautiful golden-haired woman, glaring at her with furious eyes.
"This is..."
A trace of confusion flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes—but at that moment, a flood of memories surged through her mind.
Yes—just recently, the first half of the Soul Hunting Operation had failed. The human-form 100,000-year Human-Faced Demon Spider not only escaped capture but had even been sacrificed to Tang Hao's son, Tang San.
Yet the second half of the operation had succeeded.
Among the continent's three great sects—excluding the secluded Hao Tian Sect—the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Family had been annihilated, with only a few insignificant survivors escaping.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, though not completely destroyed, had suffered catastrophic losses. Over half its disciples were dead or wounded. Its pillar, Chen Xin, had lost an arm. Even their ancestral home had been seized. Rebuilding would take at least several decades.
Regrettably, underestimating their opponent had caused the regime-change plan in the Tian Dou Empire to fail.
Gazing at Qian Renxue—twenty years of effort reduced to ashes, returning in failure—Bibi Dong's eyes flickered with complex emotions. She sighed: "Failure is failure. We can start anew. Strategically, we still hold absolute advantage."
Hearing this, Qian Renxue said coldly: "I didn't lose to Tang San—I lost to you! If you hadn't acted so rashly, why would I have been forced to launch prematurely? Sis—ter—"
Qian Renxue deliberately prolonged the word, dripping with mockery.
"Sister?"
Fury flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. "Very well. Remember this—you must address me this way from now on."
Qian Renxue snorted: "No. I'll still call you 'Your Holiness the Pope.'"
"In this world, I have only one relative—my grandfather. From this day forward, we govern separately. You manage your Spirit Hall—I control the Worship Hall and Douluo Hall. You have no authority over any Worship Hall elder!"
"What did you say?!"
Instantly, Bibi Dong's gaze turned sharp. A powerful aura condensed into tangible pressure, forcing Qian Renxue to stumble back several steps before stabilizing herself.
Under Bibi Dong's oppressive might, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Qian Renxue's mouth—but the cold smile on her face never wavered.
Seeing the blood on Qian Renxue's lips, Bibi Dong froze. Her fierce aura faltered, then gradually dissipated.
"Leave. Go see your grandfather. If he agrees with you... I have no objections."
In that moment, Bibi Dong seemed to age ten years.
Casting a cold glance at Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue walked out without looking back.
BANG—
The conference hall doors slammed shut with a thunderous crash—as if sealing them into separate worlds.
At that instant, all strength seemed to leave Bibi Dong. She collapsed into her chair, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face.
That day, the Spirit Hall Empire was established.
Built upon the kingdoms and duchies subordinate to the two great empires—and after annexing two provinces from each—the Spirit Hall Empire became the continent's third imperial power.
In terms of strength alone, it could easily crush both Tian Dou and Star Luo.
Three years later, Bibi Dong led a team to Star Dou Forest to hunt two 100,000-year spirit beasts: a 100,000-year Hell Demon Dragon and a 100,000-year Black Dragon.
Regrettably, this Soul Hunting Operation also failed.
Tang San, with his twin martial souls, wielding a blue-golden divine trident, not only ambushed and instantly killed the accompanying Ghost Douluo—he also saved the two gravely wounded 100,000-year dragons. In gratitude, both dragons willingly sacrificed their soul rings and soul bones to Tang San, allowing him to become a ninth-ring Titled Douluo before the age of thirty.
Time flew. In the blink of an eye, Qian Renxue ascended to the Angel God position. What shocked Bibi Dong was that Tang San had also completed the Sea God's trials, achieving the Sea God title.
Their battle began. As Angele God, Qian Renxue proved no match for Tang San and was forced into retreat.
Fortunately, Bibi Dong had also attained the Rakshasa Godhood, saving Qian Renxue.
Mother and daughter then joined forces. At the cost of grievous injuries to both, they slew Sea God Tang San.
Considering her unforgettable first love Yu Xiaogang was Tian Dou's imperial advisor—and needing time to recover their divine souls—Bibi Dong gave the Tian Dou Empire three days to surrender.
But on the third day, just as she thought victory was assured, Sea God Tang San returned from the dead. Worse—he now bore the Asura Godhood through his Hao Tian Hammer martial soul, unleashing the self-spirit fusion skill: Dual God Coexistence.
"Asura—Judgment!"
Six beams of crimson light bloomed like blood-red flowers. Bibi Dong felt the scarlet radiance invading her body like countless blades—flaying her alive, agony beyond endurance.
"Tang San! I'll take you with me!"
Seeing Bibi Dong writhe in torment under the Asura Devil Sword's glow, and knowing defeat was inevitable, Qian Renxue's heart shattered. She ignited her divine soul and life essence, shattering her Angel Godhood to unleash power far beyond her limits.
Spurt—
Staring at the Asura Devil Sword piercing through her Rakshasa God Armor and chest, then at the hysterical Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong smiled.
The moment she saw Qian Renxue sacrifice her godhood to save her—Bibi Dong awakened.
In that instant, she understood what "blood is thicker than water" truly meant. She comprehended the depth of mother-daughter bonds. She realized how to be a mother.
Regrettably—she had awakened too late.
The demon sword pierced her heart. Bibi Dong collapsed into Qian Renxue's arms, her voice broken and faint: "Xue'er... may I... call you that? I'm... leaving now. Promise me... you and Nana... will live well. My death... is deserved. Don't... seek revenge for me. Just... stay safe... that will... satisfy me..."
"Mom—"
At this moment, Qian Renxue finally uttered that word. She threw herself onto Bibi Dong's chest, wailing uncontrollably.
"Live... well..."
Bibi Dong smiled with her last breath. Hearing her daughter's call, her eyes filled with contentment and tenderness. Slowly, she raised her hand—as if to stroke her daughter's hair...
Suddenly, the world froze. Everything around her fell into absolute stillness. Before her, a shadowy figure emerged from nothingness—shrouded in gray mist, radiating pure evil, its face indiscernible. It halted before her.
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