The scene was Spirit City, within the Pontiff's Bedchamber.
The current Supreme Pontiff, Bibi Dong, stood before her dressing table. She had removed her extravagant, noble golden gown and the towering Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown. Now, she was clad in a simple, light-colored nightgown, her beautiful purple hair cascading down her back.
Her features were near-perfect, her skin fair and delicate. Her figure was curvaceous, highlighted by slender, fair legs, and the expanse of snow-white skin partially hidden by her hair.
Even in the simple nightgown, her demeanor remained noble and sacred, demanding a sense of reverence. The passage of time had only added a unique charm that a young girl could not possess—the breathtaking allure of a mature woman.
Bibi Dong looked at her reflection. Her gentle purple, curly hair framed a face where a hint of gloom resided in her eyes. Her journey had been arduous, transforming her from an innocent, lively girl with orange-red hair into the ruthless, powerful Pope of the Spirit Hall she was today.
She held a wooden comb and gently ran it through her long purple hair while contemplating Spirit Hall's future plans.
Her strategy was ambitious: first, cultivate the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation to secure the championship in the upcoming Spirit Master competition in two years, establishing undeniable deterrence.
Following that, she would eliminate the Upper Three Sects, subdue the lower four sects, and finally, flatten the two Great Empires to unify the Douluo Continent.
She, Bibi Dong, was determined to ascend step by step, becoming the most powerful and influential person on the entire Continent. She would crush all those who had opposed her and all those who had looked down on her.
And then...
"Welcome to the Douluo World chat group."
Just as Bibi Dong was lost in her grandiose fantasies, a voice, like a sudden thunderclap, echoed in her mind. Her eyes widened, and a wave of shock and rage washed over her face.
"Who is it?!" she roared.
Bibi Dong rose instantly, radiating a terrifying, powerful aura. A wave of spirit power erupted, sweeping through the room. Curtains billowed wildly, and glass shattered. Even her nightgown lifted slightly from the force, giving a fleeting glimpse of her charming undergarments.
"Damn it!"
She glared around, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. She was flustered and surprised. Given her Spirit Douluo Rank, this voice had appeared in her mind without a trace—a bizarre and alarming phenomenon.
As Bibi Dong pondered the mysterious voice, a jade mirror suddenly materialized in her hand.
"What is this?"
She picked up the exquisite rectangular mirror. It lit up, displaying its content:
[Douluo World chat group (10)]
[Su Yan: Holy crap! What the hell is this? How did I Awaken a chat group Golden Finger...]
["Su Yan" retracted a message.]
Bibi Dong's light purple eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Su Yan? Chat group? Golden Finger? What were these nonsensical things? She considered it for a moment, deciding it must be a type of spirit tool—a simple device for communication.
However, that "Su Yan" fellow who had just spoken was utterly despicable, starting with foul language. Did he actually think the Supreme Pontiff would lower herself to chat with him? Was he worthy?
[Su Yan: Hello, everyone in the group! Our gathering here is a rare fate.]
[Su Yan: I believe this fate was arranged by Heaven, and we'll surely become intimate friends. In every lonely night, this will be the harbor for our souls.]
[Su Yan: Everyone, please come out and say hello. Let's get to know each other!]
Bibi Dong looked down at the jade mirror in her hand, her frown deepening with displeasure. A bizarre chat group, a strange spirit tool, and an openly cursing Spirit Master named Su Yan.
"Hmph!" Bibi Dong sneered disdainfully. "Do you really think you're worthy of being friends with me? And intimate? A harbor for souls?"
Her thoughts moved, and the jade mirror displayed a prompt:
[Please enter your group nickname.]
She could easily understand the meaning of "group nickname," but as the Pope of the Spirit Hall and the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, she was too powerful, too disdainful, and too lazy to think of one.
[Bibi Dong.]
Little did she know, this simple decision would lead to a long period of regret.
[Bibi Dong: I am very pleased that you could send this strange spirit tool to me, but I dislike your attitude very much. What strength do you think you have to become friends with me?]
At that very moment, the eight other group members were also grappling with the sudden appearance of the chat group and the jade mirror, confused by what Su Yan was doing.
Then, they saw Bibi Dong's message. Every single one of them was immediately and incredibly shocked! The Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall? Was this real or a prank?
The Crown Prince's Mansion
In Heaven Dou City, it was late at night. Qian Renxue had shed her disguise as "Xue Qinghe," returning to her true form with her angelic beauty and formidable figure.
Compared to her mother, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue's features were more delicate, her face had smoother lines, and her temperament was purely sacred, less gloomy.
She sat by her bed in a white nightgown, her long golden hair draped casually behind her. After receiving the jade mirror, she was about to set her nickname. She, too, had initially thought of using her real name.
But then, she suddenly saw Bibi Dong's name appear in the group list. She slammed on the brakes immediately and changed her mind.
[Qian...]
[I Am an Orphan.]
Qian Renxue saw that her "randomly" chosen name was accepted and let out a huge sigh of relief. This was far more interesting.
[I Am an Orphan: Hmph! Is that the Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall? You're certainly quite imposing.
[I Am an Orphan: As far as I know, the Spirit Hall also has an Hall of Elders, and the High Priest Qian Daoliu is the true master of the Spirit Hall, isn't he? Do you, Bibi Dong, even count as a member of the Qian family?]
As Qian Renxue's message appeared, the other seven group members, who had been intimidated by Bibi Dong's name, suddenly lit up. Don't use real names? Nicknames can be chosen freely? They no longer had to worry.
[Loves Eating Carrots: Bibi Dong, you are a bad woman. You are the worst woman in the World, I swear I will kill you!]
[Seven Treasures Little Princess: Bibi Dong, is that really you or is this a joke?]
[Cat in the Shadows: Who are all of you? Why did you bring me into this chat group?]
[My Surname is Not Yu: Bibi Dong? Is that the ugly and old woman from the Spirit Hall?]
[Yanzi Is Not Swallow: Yo yo yo! The Supreme Pontiff of the Spirit Hall is truly domineering. If you, Bibi Dong, are so powerful, why don't you fly?]
Bibi Dong: I'm going to lock all of you in a secret room.