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At this moment, the blood-red Domain shrouding the world began to tremble slightly, and the suffocating absolute stillness gradually loosened.
The first thing to recover was the consciousness of everyone trapped deep within the Domain.
Hu Liena's pink eyes gradually regained their luster, reflecting the fading red figure; Yue Guan's Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum trembled unconsciously in his hand, blood-red halos still lingering on its petals; Gui Mei's body beneath his black robe swayed slightly.
Bibi Dong quietly watched everything before her.
She watched as Xiao Wu, at the center of the blood-red halo, gradually became transparent, yet found herself still unable to move a single inch—the ritual of this sacrifice was still proceeding irreversibly.
Yue Guan subtly glanced at Bibi Dong, then transmitted a message to Gui Mei with his spirit power: "Old Gui, this situation…"
Before he could finish, Gui Mei's hoarse reply echoed in his mind: "Since the person was arranged by His Supreme Pontiff, just observe the changes."
The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum in Yue Guan's hand trembled slightly, the golden light flowing on its petals betraying his inner turmoil.
But seeing Gui Mei's figure under his black robe remain motionless, he could only suppress his myriad doubts.
As for the Golden Generation trio and the many experts from Spirit Hall, they all stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.
Not a single person dared to make a sound in this eerie atmosphere, fearing they would become an outlet for the Supreme Pontiff's wrath.
Even if they knew full well—once Feng Xiao successfully absorbed the spirit ring, even His Supreme Pontiff would be helpless.
Yan stared intently at Feng Xiao, who was absorbing the spirit ring's power, his fists clenching with a cracking sound, knuckles turning white from excessive force.
He couldn't understand why that hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast would sacrifice itself to Feng Xiao without hesitation.
Unless… a terrifying thought flashed in his mind: Unless there was some unknown connection between Feng Xiao and the Spirit Beast.
This thought made Yan's pupils suddenly contract.
He subconsciously looked at Hu Liena, only to find her staring intently at Feng Xiao's figure, complex light flickering in her pink eyes.
When the invisible Domain finally dissipated, Yan feigned confusion and leaned closer to Hu Liena, lowering his voice: "Nana, this is too strange.
Why did that Spirit Beast choose him for sacrifice? Could it be…"
Though his voice was soft, everyone present was a Spirit Saint or above, and his words were heard by all.
The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum in Yue Guan's hand paused slightly, and Gui Mei's black robe flapped for an instant without wind.
Hu Liena coldly glanced at Yan, a hint of undisguised disdain flashing in her golden eyes.
"As for the matter…" She deliberately raised her voice so everyone present could hear clearly, "Teacher will make her own holy judgment."
These words were impeccable, both expressing absolute obedience to the Supreme Pontiff and implicitly warning Yan against stirring up trouble.
Xie Yue stepped forward half a step at the opportune moment, blocking Yan, who still wanted to speak, behind him.
The entire Spirit Hall team fell into a subtle silence, everyone's gaze involuntarily turning towards the Supreme Pontiff holding the scepter, and Feng Xiao, who was absorbing the spirit ring.
Bibi Dong, standing beside Feng Xiao, heard Hu Liena's reply, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curved upward, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes.
But when she turned her gaze to Feng Xiao, who was absorbing the spirit ring, a subtle trace of doubt appeared between her brows.
"Is it merely because they both came from Nuoding Junior Spirit Master Academy?" she mused to herself, the gem on her scepter glowing faintly with her thoughts, "But this child's appearance has changed drastically, and his Spirit hasn't even been revealed, so how did that Soft Bones Rabbit recognize him?"
A gentle breeze swept by, lifting a corner of her luxurious long robe.
Bibi Dong gazed at Feng Xiao's figure, suddenly recalling the unique affinity Feng Xiao possessed.
She had specifically arranged Feng Xiao to be by her side, intending for him to be responsible for escorting Xiao Wu after her capture.
This would both test the young man's loyalty and free her hands to continue hunting the Titan Giant Ape and Sky Azure Bull Python.
However, despite all her calculations, she never expected Xiao Wu to directly choose to sacrifice herself to Feng Xiao, rendering her entire plan futile.
Facts proved that Xiao Wu's desperate gamble was the right move.
Just as the powerful Domain generated by the sacrifice had not yet dissipated, the Titan Giant Ape and Sky Azure Bull Python seized the opportunity, risking severe injury to forcibly break through the Two Extremes Stillness Domain.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei suffered backlash from their broken Spirit Fusion Skill, temporarily unable to pursue.
Bibi Dong looked in the direction where the two great Spirit Beasts had fled, then at Feng Xiao, who was absorbing the spirit ring, her expression becoming complex and unreadable.
The ultimate winner of this meticulously planned Spirit hunting operation had, by a twist of fate, turned out to be this young man—acquiring a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring unscathed.
This outcome would probably astonish even the Goddess of Destiny.
The surging blood-red flames suddenly contracted, exploding around Feng Xiao with a series of deafening roars.
As Xiao Wu's figure gradually blurred and dispersed, Feng Xiao's original seven spirit rings appeared in sequence, and the eighth, a dazzling blood-red spirit ring, was slowly forming around him.
Suddenly, a dazzling blood-red light shone on his left arm, the light and shadow of a red Spirit Bone flashed and disappeared, merging beneath his skin.
In this flash of lightning, Xiao Wu's almost transparent body suddenly reformed, finally transforming into a dim red ball.
When the outer halo peeled away layer by layer, a palm-sized pure white rabbit quietly curled up at Feng Xiao's feet, its faint chest rising and falling proving the continuation of life.
"Roar—"
Heart-wrenching wails from the Titan Giant Ape and Sky Azure Bull Python echoed from deep within the forest, and the entire Star Dou Great Forest boiled with it.
Countless Spirit Beasts rampaged and galloped through the tree sea, the earth trembled, as if the entire forest was wailing for this tragic scene.
When the palm-sized Soft Bones Rabbit tried to hop away, Feng Xiao was quick-eyed and quick-handed, gently scooping it into his palm.
The little rabbit restlessly kicked its hind legs in his hand, its pinkish-white fur slightly bristling from the struggle, clearly this sacrifice was not as complete as in the original work—Xiao Wu's primordial consciousness still stubbornly remained within this weak rabbit body.
Feng Xiao lowered his eyes to gaze at the struggling little life in his palm, feeling the surging new spirit power within him and the warmth emanating from the Spirit Bone in his left arm.
Bibi Dong's scepter tapped the ground with a crisp sound.
She slowly approached, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Feng Xiao and the Soft Bones Rabbit.
"She recognized you?" Bibi Dong's voice, like a deep spring, echoed in Feng Xiao's ear.
Feng Xiao collected himself, meeting Bibi Dong's probing gaze, and gently shook his head: "Under your very eyes, how would I dare to act rashly?"
He lightly stroked the Soft Bones Rabbit's fur with his fingertip, his voice full of deeper meaning, "I only fear she saw through your scheme long ago."
Bibi Dong's scepter paused slightly, and a half-smile, half-not voice came: "Are you saying this Supreme Pontiff's decision was wrong?"
Feng Xiao did not answer directly, but looked towards the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest: "You underestimated the bond between them," his voice deepened, "and their ingrained hatred for you."
These words were like a sharp blade, piercing directly into Bibi Dong's heart.
Her hand gripping the scepter tightened slightly, her expression beneath her mask changing several times.
No one knew better than her how much power hatred could bestow—it was this very power that had propelled her to the Supreme Pontiff's throne.
"Forget it." After a long silence, she sighed lightly, a rare hint of weariness in her voice, "It was indeed this Supreme Pontiff… too hasty."
Her personal involvement this time was originally to capture all three hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beasts in one fell swoop.
In her meticulous plan, she should have successfully hunted at least two—this would not only greatly enhance her strength but also lay a solid foundation for the upcoming God Position trials.
But now, with the plan fallen through, she could only wait for another opportunity and continue to cultivate her power.
Thinking of this, Bibi Dong's eyes dimmed slightly.
She raised her head to look at the sky, the morning light piercing through the clouds and scattering upon her luxurious Supreme Pontiff's robe, yet unable to dispel the hint of regret in her heart.
As the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, she knew better than anyone that to complete the final God Position inheritance, every bit of strength was a crucial chip.
Feng Xiao winked at Bibi Dong, saying in a light tone: "Just consider it nurturing a junior.
I'll have Xue'er personally thank you another day."
Bibi Dong gave him a indifferent glance, her red lips parting slightly: "No need."
The two brief words, however, carried an unquestionable authority.
She turned and walked towards the Spirit Hall members, and everyone immediately bowed in salute as she passed.
Just as Feng Xiao was about to follow, Bibi Dong's voice suddenly echoed in his mind: "Protect her.
If anything goes wrong, this Supreme Pontiff will personally retrieve the Spirit Bone on you."
Watching Bibi Dong's receding figure, Feng Xiao's lips curved slightly upward, chuckling inwardly: "These mother and daughter, their stubborn personalities are simply identical."
He then respectfully bowed, his voice clear: "Farewell, Your Supreme Pontiff!"
Bibi Dong, with her back to the crowd, unconsciously raised the corner of her lips into an almost imperceptible arc.
She lightly tapped her scepter, giving the order: "Spirit Hall personnel, retreat."
In an instant, that luxurious purple figure led the group and disappeared into the vast forest.
Only Feng Xiao remained standing alone by the lake, cradling the pinkish-white rabbit in his arms.
Feng Xiao gently pinched the scruff of Xiao Wu's neck, lifting her to eye level.
The little rabbit thrashed wildly in the air, its pure white fur bristling, clearly very resistant.
"I know you want to go back to your companions," Feng Xiao chuckled softly, his fingertip gently stroking her soft fur, "but I advise you to behave yourself.
They are still the Supreme Pontiff's targets."
He paused, his tone becoming more serious, "For the sake of you giving me a spirit ring and Spirit Bone… if you don't want to be a snack for other Spirit Beasts, then be good."
Xiao Wu's struggles gradually ceased, but she still stubbornly turned her head away, her ruby-like eyes gazing into the distance, her ears drooping listlessly.
This stubborn demeanor made Feng Xiao chuckle—it was somewhat similar to the Blue Silver Emperor.
"Oh, quite a temper, aren't we?" Feng Xiao raised an eyebrow and chuckled, poking the little rabbit's pink nose with his fingertip, "It seems the gold coins I gave you back then weren't wasted, at least you can understand human speech now."
Xiao Wu instantly bristled upon hearing this, kicking her hind legs even harder, her pure white fur puffing up with anger.
"Be good and don't make trouble," Feng Xiao suddenly lowered his voice, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes, "Maybe I can even take you to see Tang San."
These words were like a freezing spell; Xiao Wu instantly stiffened.
Her ruby-like eyes widened, and even her ears perked up.
Feng Xiao contentedly stroked her soft fur, surprisingly finding the texture quite pleasant.
"That's more like it."
He chuckled softly, his figure transforming into a streak of light and darting into the distance.
The little white rabbit in his arms curled up quietly, only those red eyes constantly gazing in the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest, revealing endless longing and worry.
On the other side, Tang San frantically searched the Star Dou Great Forest like a headless fly.
When he burst into the core area, the sight before him made his heart clench—the once orderly Spirit Beast territory was now in chaos, various Spirit Beasts restlessly fighting each other, and the air was filled with a bloody and violent aura.
"Xiao Wu!!"
His heart-wrenching cry echoed through the forest, and a strong killing intent uncontrollably burst forth from his body.
This hostile aura immediately attracted more Spirit Beasts to attack, but he no longer cared about them.
The Eight Spider Lances spread out menacingly behind him, and wherever he passed, all Spirit Beasts blocking his way were flung aside.
The Slaughter God Domain was fully unleashed.
Tang San's eyes gradually turned blood-red, and every swing of the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand carried devastating power.
He was like a rampaging beast, crashing through the forest, not knowing where to go without his Blue Silver Domain.
In the distance, the faint wails of the Titan Giant Ape reached him, sinking his heart even deeper.
The fear of losing someone important was sharper than any Spirit Beast's claws, slowly dissecting his sanity inch by inch.
Hearing that heart-wrenching wail, Tang San's figure became a blur in the dense forest.
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Eight Spider Lances were pushed to their limits, bending all the vegetation in his path.
When he broke through the last thicket, the sight before him almost stopped his heart—
The once peaceful and serene lakeside was now riddled with scars, the cracked ground spreading like a spider web, and ancient trees several tens of people could embrace were uprooted.
The air was filled with violent spirit power aftershocks, and the blood-red hue spreading in the lake water appeared particularly glaring under the setting sun.
And what chilled him to the bone the most was the completely destroyed wooden house wreckage on the shore, every fragment of which still carried the aura that haunted his dreams…
"Xiao Wu!!"
Tang San stumbled and knelt before the ruins, his trembling fingers caressing a blood-stained wooden board.
The dark red bloodstain on his fingertips transformed into the sharpest blade, dissecting his sanity inch by inch.
The Slaughter God Domain erupted uncontrollably, instantly crystallizing the vegetation within a hundred-meter radius into scarlet ice.
"No… this isn't possible…" His hoarse voice shattered in the wind, and the blood-red vision before him gradually blurred.
In a daze, he seemed to see Xiao Wu's white skirt fluttering among the ruins, but when he reached out to grasp it, he only clutched a handful of icy wood chips.
"Ah—!!!"
A blood-curdling roar shook the heavens, and Tang San's eyes completely turned blood-red.
The Eight Spider Lances menacingly pierced out from his back, the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer condensed in his hand, and terrifying killing intent formed a tangible blood-red storm.
The surrounding Spirit Beasts trembled and retreated.
"Spirit Hall… Bibi Dong…" He gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, each syllable steeped in bone-deep hatred.
His fingernails dug deep into his palms, blood dripping between his fingers, yet it evaporated into a bloody mist before hitting the ground, due to the tyrannical killing intent.