...
Luo Nan unceremoniously waved his hand, putting this priceless 100,000-year Spirit Bone into his own storage spirit tool.
This was his deserved loot.
After finishing all this, Luo Nan looked at the headless corpse on the ground, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.
"Dust to dust, earth to earth. Since you are dead, stop lingering in this World and being an eyesore."
Luo Nan snapped his fingers, and a wisp of golden flame containing ultimate light flew out from his fingertips, landing on Bibi Dong's corpse.
"Whoosh——!"
The ultimate golden flame instantly devoured Bibi Dong's corpse.
Soon, not even a trace of Bibi Dong's corpse was left.
Luo Nan let out a long breath.
Such a long period of suppression, countless days and nights of life-and-death struggles in the deep-sea vortex, at this moment, was finally completely released.
The thrill of revenge made him feel unprecedentedly relaxed.
He turned around, preparing to leave this ruin and return to Heaven Dou City.
However, at the very moment Luo Nan turned around.
He completely failed to notice that on the small patch of scorched earth where Bibi Dong's corpse was burned to ashes.
The Rakshasa God Trial mark, which should have dissipated along with the host's death, did not disappear.
That was an extremely faint, ghost-like purple-black mist.
It was hidden in the shadows of the scorched earth, exuding the most pure evil and resentment.
After confirming that Luo Nan did not notice, this cluster of purple-black Rakshasa Divine Thought seemed to possess its own consciousness, silently hugging the ground.
Like a venomous snake, it left this place.
As Luo Nan left, the Legacy power of this deity also began to search this vast continent for its next host capable of bearing endless evil thoughts...
If Luo Nan could discover it, he would also find that the direction this wisp of purple-black mist drifted toward was Spirit Hall...
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Spirit Hall.
"High Priest!"
The several cardinals responsible for guarding the Hall of Elders saw this, and their expressions instantly changed in great alarm.
They simply could not believe their eyes!
Qian Daoliu, the super Douluo who usually looked like a god, although his clothes were still neat at this moment, revealed deep fatigue and solemnity between his brows.
Behind him, Gold Crocodile Douluo, the Second Elder, was covered in blood, and five bone-deep claw marks on his chest were exuding a sickening dark aura.
Qingluan Douluo, the Third Elder, was even more miserable, most of his body burned charred black, with only a breath left.
What terrified them even more was that, supported by Qian Daoliu's Soul Power, there were also two bloody, mutilated things that could hardly be recognized as human shapes.
Those were the two powerful Elders of Spirit Hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei!
"Immediately pass down the order! Regarding today's matter, no one is allowed to leak a single word! Those who disobey will be executed without mercy!"
Qian Daoliu didn't even pay attention to the shock of those cardinals; he flicked his large sleeve, and the vast super Douluo pressure instantly enveloped the entire Hall of Elders square.
The icy voice was like the biting cold wind in winter, making everyone unable to help shivering.
"Yes! High Priest!" Cold sweat streamed down the cardinals' faces, and they hurriedly knelt to accept the order.
"Summon all healing Spirit Masters of Spirit Hall to immediately go to the secret chamber of the Hall of Elders!"
"At all costs, use the best medicine to pull Yue Guan and Gui Mei back from the gates of hell for me!"
Qian Daoliu issued instructions decisively and vigorously.
Although these two people handled matters poorly, they were, after all, 95th-rank Titled Douluo, and Spirit Hall was currently in a time when it needed people.
Having lost Bibi Dong, they absolutely could not let these two Elders suffer losses as well.
After arranging for the wounded, Qian Daoliu came to the Supreme Pontiff Palace alone.
Looking at that empty Supreme Pontiff throne, which symbolized the supreme power of Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh.
Bibi Dong was dead; once this news spread out, the entire Douluo Continent would experience a major earthquake.
The Upper Three Sects, the two Empires, those forces that had always been eyeing Spirit Hall covetously, would probably become restless...
If Spirit Hall were to endure any more turmoil, it would be very difficult.
"Someone come." Qian Daoliu shouted in a deep voice.
In the shadows, a trusted aide knelt on one knee: "What instructions does the High Priest have?"
"Immediately initiate the highest-level secret order to send a message to the Crown Prince lurking in the Heaven Dou Empire."
"Have her put aside all matters in her hands and secretly return to Spirit City at the fastest speed!"
"Just say... Spirit Hall is in danger of overturning, and she needs to return quickly!"
"Understood!"
After the trusted aide retreated, Qian Daoliu slowly closed his eyes.
Half an hour later, an imperial decree from the High Priest spread throughout the upper echelons of Spirit City:
"Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong encountered an ambush while hunting a 100,000-year Spirit Beast and suffered heavy injuries. Starting from today, she is entering a life-or-death seclusion."
"During the Supreme Pontiff's seclusion, all matters big and small in Spirit Hall will be temporarily taken over and managed by the Hall of Elders!"
With the issuance of this decree, undercurrents surged within Spirit City.
...
Those things happening in this center of power no longer had anything to do with Luo Nan, who was thousands of miles away.
Because Luo Nan was almost back to Heaven Dou City.
Moon Pavilion.
Tang Yuehua was dressed in a graceful and luxurious silver court dress, her long hair draped behind her like a waterfall.
She lowered her head slightly, her slender, fair fingers lightly plucking and twisting the strings, while her extremely beautiful and gentle face carried a trace of faint sorrow and longing.
"Zheng——"
The sound of the zither lingered melodiously, echoing in the beams.
"This song, 'Song of Yearning', Yuehua is playing with more and more flavor."
A voice carrying a bit of banter yet extremely familiar suddenly sounded at the doorway of the elegant room.
Tang Yuehua's delicate body trembled violently, and she raised her head almost in disbelief, looking in the direction of the voice.
She saw the beaded curtain of the elegant room gently lifted by a well-knuckled hand, and that man whom she thought of day and night and worried about constantly.
Was leaning against the door frame with a spring breeze-like smile, looking at her.
Luo Nan was wearing a clean and crisp black martial suit, although he had gone through several days of long-distance travel.
Yet his eyes were still bright like stars, and his body not only lacked the slightest fatigue, but instead exuded a refreshing and relaxed comfort after taking a great revenge.
"Luo Nan?!"
Tang Yuehua suddenly stood up, even accidentally knocking over the incense burner beside her.
She desperately lifted her skirt hem, throwing herself into Luo Nan's arms like a fledgling returning to its nest, tightly hugging his robust waist.
"Why did you come back so soon?"
"Didn't you say that going out to handle matters this time would take at least two or three months to return?"
"It hasn't even been a month yet!"
Tang Yuehua buried her cheek in Luo Nan's solid chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her eye sockets turning slightly red.
In this month since this man left, she had been panicked and frightened every day, fearing that he might encounter any danger.
Luo Nan took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Tang Yuehua's slender and soft waist, lowered his head to gently press a kiss on her smooth forehead, and said with a smile:
"Matters went very smoothly, and that damned person has completely disappeared from this World."
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