The divine aura swirling around Bibi Dong's body made it crystal clear—she was on the verge of ascending to the God Realm.
"Donger, what are you doing?" Ye Feng asked, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Feng," Bibi Dong said gently, her tone filled with guilt, "it was my fault that the Silver Dragon King and Tang San took advantage of the situation. Since I made the mistake, I have to take responsibility for it."
"I told you, I don't blame you," Ye Feng replied, his voice low.
"Feng, we have no idea what kind of world the God Realm truly is," Bibi Dong continued, her gaze falling on Hu Liena. "If Tang San gains any edge up there, he'll definitely be a threat to us. Nana and the others are still undergoing their divine trials. If Tang San manipulates the gods and alters their tests... the consequences could be catastrophic."
Hu Liena was currently undertaking the divine trial of the God of Lust.
If Tang San convinced the God of Lust to change the eighth or ninth trials—which Hu Liena hadn't started yet—to target the United Nations or even Ye Feng himself, what would she do then?
Would she endanger the United Nations? Would she kill Ye Feng?
If Hu Liena failed the divine trial, she would die.
If she succeeded in completing a twisted version of the test, she would end up destroying everything they'd worked for—and Ye Feng could die because of it.
That's why Bibi Dong chose to ascend now.
"You're overthinking it," Ye Feng said, trying to stay calm.
He had the System—that's why he feared nothing. No matter how powerful Tang San became, Ye Feng believed he could crush him with the system's help. More importantly, Ye Feng wasn't just some first-rank or supreme god—he was a unique god, the God of Creation.
But that wasn't something he could explain to Bibi Dong.
"Sister, I'll go with you," Ning Rongrong suddenly said.
"No!" Bibi Dong shouted in alarm.
But it was too late.
A golden light flashed between Ning Rongrong's brows. A pillar of divine light descended and enveloped her. Her body slowly rose into the air.
Shui Yue'er and Dugu Yan were also on the verge of ascending.
Bibi Dong's voice turned desperate. "Sisters, please don't! Feng needs you more than ever! Tang San has already ascended. I can feel it. And I'm sure the first world he'll target is ours. He might even try to destroy it."
She turned to Ye Feng, her voice firm. "This world needs you. Especially you, Feng."
Ye Feng had been planning to ascend as well—but her words gave him pause.
Before she met Ye Feng, Bibi Dong had only one goal: to destroy this world.
Why?
Because this world had scarred her beyond measure. It had crushed every bit of kindness and warmth inside her. She hated it with every fiber of her being.
But then, the system transferred her obsession with Yu Xiaogang to Ye Feng—and in that darkness, he became her light.
Tang San had gone through something similar. His mother was forced to "die" because of the schemes of Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Clan. The clan itself was destroyed. These events filled Tang San with deep resentment toward the world.
Ye Feng couldn't rule out the possibility that Tang San, too, wanted to destroy the Douluo Continent.
If the continent was left without any gods, Tang San could wipe it out with ease.
Bibi Dong turned back to Ye Feng, her eyes calm but intense. "Feng, when someone no longer finds joy in this world, they become consumed by hatred. They might even seek to destroy everything. Douluo Continent cannot lose you. The United Nations cannot lose you. Until humans can protect themselves, you cannot ascend. Leave Tang San to me."
Ye Feng took a deep breath.
He hesitated—then slowly nodded.
Buzz—!
A black light burst out from between Ghost Douluo's brows, engulfing him in divine radiance.
"Ghost, you…" Bibi Dong frowned.
"Your Majesty, I've always followed your commands," Ghost said resolutely. "Please allow me to ascend with you."
Bibi Dong hesitated, then gave him a reluctant nod.
Ghost turned to Chrysanthemum Douluo. "I'm leaving. Once you complete the Nine Trials of the Flower God, I'll be waiting. We'll drink and celebrate in the God Realm."
"Alright," Chrysanthemum Douluo replied.
His martial spirit was the Chrysanthemum.
Ye Feng had already taken control of Sea God Island, and even the High Priestess—Bo Sanxi herself—had become his woman.
It was thanks to Ye Feng's help that Chrysanthemum Douluo advanced so quickly and gained the favor of the Flower God. He had cultivated under the Sea God's divine light for three years, raising his spirit power to Level 98. After wandering the world, he finally sensed the Flower God's divine presence and received the Nine Tests of the Flower God.
Today marked a heavy day for the core figures of Spirit City.
The former Pope, Bibi Dong, had ascended to the God Realm.
Douluo Continent would never see her again.
After her departure, Ye Feng said nothing and silently returned to his room.
Qian Renxue, too, was filled with grief.
Though she always referred to Bibi Dong as "sister," they were still bound by blood. No matter how strained their relationship had been, that bond could not be broken.
Now that Bibi Dong had left the world, Qian Renxue felt hollow inside. She wandered to the steps of a grand palace.
"…The Elder Hall?"
Qian Renxue looked up at the majestic building, dazed.
"How did I get here?"
She turned around and had only taken a few steps when an old voice echoed from inside.
"Xiaoxue, since you've come, step in."
She hesitated, then pushed open the doors to the Elder Hall and walked inside.
This sacred hall housed the inheritance of the Angel God. Even after the United Nations was founded, it remained untouched—a restricted zone. Only Title Douluo or key figures were allowed to enter.
Inside stood a man before a golden statue—tall, steady, and silent. His aura blended perfectly with the Angel God statue before him.
"Grandpa…" Qian Renxue whispered.
This was none other than Qian Daoliu—Angel Douluo, former Chief Priest of Spirit Hall, and one of the three peerless Douluo.
"Are you ready?" Qian Daoliu asked.
"I… I came here by accident," Qian Renxue said quietly.
"Xiaoxue, deep down, you still care for her," Qian Daoliu said with a soft smile. "Otherwise, why would you come here the moment she ascended?"
"I… I just…"
"Don't lie to yourself. You're worried about her safety. You want to ascend to the divine realm too. That's why you ended up here, subconsciously."
"…But if I do that… you'll die."
Qian Renxue finally admitted it.
Even though Ning Rongrong and Shui Yue'er had become gods, Qian Renxue—who had greater talent—hadn't.
Because she knew a bitter truth.
Even after completing the Nine Trials of the Angel God, she couldn't truly inherit the godhood unless her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, died.
And he was her blood. Her only family.
How could she bear that?
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