Our gaze returns to the majestic and solemn Martial Soul City, deep within the Papal Palace.
In a secluded, closed room, Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes.
The purplish-black Rakshasa divine power retreated into her body, and her pale face regained some color, but in her deep purple eyes, a storm raged even more violently than before.
With the powerful foundation of his divine-level martial soul and the assistance of Rakshasa divine power, his injuries finally stabilized. In fact, he even benefited from the misfortune, gaining a deeper understanding of the Rakshasa divine trial.
But her heart was far from at peace.
Everything that happened that night in the lower level of the library kept flashing through her mind like a nightmare.
Fragmented memories: the backlash from the soul bone, unbearable pain, and then... then a chaotic blur of light and shadow, a blurry figure, and an indescribable...
In addition, there was a tactile sensation that was both painful and unspeakably pleasurable...
She had maintained her virginity for over twenty years, and just like that, she lost it inexplicably!
What drove her crazy was that she couldn't remember what the man looked like!
She only vaguely remembered a pair of unusually calm and deep eyes, and a life force that made her soul tremble slightly. That force even briefly suppressed the Rakshasa evil power within her, bringing a strange sense of peace.
"Ugh! I'm so angry!" Thinking of this, Bibi Dong clenched her fist tightly, her sharp nails digging into her palm and drawing blood.
Boundless anger and humiliation nearly consumed her.
She, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, a supreme being, was actually defeated by a cowardly ant...
"Ghost! Moon Gate!" A chilling voice squeezed out from between her teeth.
From the shadows of the secret chamber, two figures silently emerged, kneeling on one knee—it was Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo. Sensing the Pope's almost tangible killing intent and chilling aura, they lowered their heads even further, barely daring to breathe.
"Investigate! Dig three feet into the ground to find the people from that night!" Bibi Dong's voice was devoid of emotion, yet it sent a chill down Guiju's spine. "Block all information. If even the slightest leak occurs, you will both pay with your heads!"
"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope!" Ghost Douluo replied in a dry voice. When he went to investigate, he only found a skeleton and a dying servant. He did not find any other suspicious persons, which made him feel a lot of pressure.
"Your Majesty," Chrysanthemum Douluo asked cautiously, "I wonder... if there are any other characteristics of that thief? Martial Soul, Soul Power Level..."
"Characteristics?" Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with purple light, and the cold jade bed beneath her instantly cracked. "If I knew, what use would I have for you?! Perhaps you've hidden your strength, perhaps you have special concealment methods! Investigate! Everyone who appeared near the library during that period and whose whereabouts are suspicious, don't let a single one escape! Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!"
"Yes!" Guiju and his companion were startled and quickly accepted the order, disappearing as two black shadows.
They knew that the Pope was truly enraged this time.
Silence returned to the sealed room.
Bibi Dong slowly stood up, her magnificent papal robes outlining her breathtaking curves.
She walked to the mirror, looked at her stunningly beautiful yet cold face, and her eyes were filled with an extremely complex expression.
I will definitely find you!
Besides anger and murderous intent, a strange emotion was growing within her that she herself was unwilling to acknowledge.
"Hurry up! You're so slow!"
"Are you even capable?!"
"How many times has this happened already!"
"Yes! That's right! That's exactly it!"
"You can go even faster!"
...
"I must be crazy! How could I have said something like that!"
"It must be because I lost consciousness!"
Every time I recall those moments from that night, besides the humiliation, a subtle sense of nostalgia arises deep within me.
Especially that pure life force made her feel inexplicably close to it.
"Damn it! What am I thinking!" She slammed her fist on the mirror, shattering the expensive glass mirror instantly.
She would never allow anything to escape her control, especially her own emotional and physical abnormalities!
Just then, she suddenly felt a faint yet exceptionally strong and pure life force emanating from her lower abdomen!
The feelings that she had previously ignored due to her serious injury and extreme anger were now clearly conveyed.
"Wait! What's going on?! Could it be..."
Bibi Dong's delicate body suddenly stiffened, as if struck by lightning!
She lowered her head in disbelief, her delicate hands trembling as she gently stroked her flat stomach.
With her peak Douluo mental strength and body control, she absolutely could not have misperceived anything!
There... a brand new life is being conceived!
A life born from that absurd night!
Moreover, the fetus's aura... is so strange!
In such a short time, the life force was incredibly pure and powerful, even faintly exuding a sense of majesty and holiness that made her heart tremble. It was incompatible with the Rakshasa God Power in her body, yet strangely coexisted with it!
I am pregnant!
"How...how is this possible?!" Bibi Dong's face turned deathly pale instantly. She staggered back a step and crashed into the cold wall.
Anger! Murderous intent! Humiliation! These emotions erupted once again like a volcano!
This child is proof of her shame! She must be erased!
She subconsciously gathered her soul power, and a purplish-black light flickered in her palm.
But just as her soul power was about to touch her lower abdomen, that pure and powerful life force seemed to tremble, and a strange feeling of blood connection suddenly seized her heart.
It was a throbbing sensation originating from the most primal instincts of life, an indescribable connection she had never experienced before.
"this..."
Her hand froze in mid-air.
Murderous intent, maternal instinct, humiliation, curiosity... a variety of extremely contradictory emotions intertwined and struggled wildly in her eyes.
This child... is so unusual.
Where does that sacred life force come from?
Who exactly is that man?
Should I stay? A thought inexplicably flashed through my mind.
Perhaps... perhaps we can find clues about that man here?
Perhaps... this special child can become a useful tool in the future?
For a long, long time.
The terrifying soul power that Bibi Dong had gathered in her palm slowly dissipated.
She leaned against the wall, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh that was extremely complex, filled with exhaustion and struggle.
When she opened her eyes again, her gaze returned to its usual coldness and depth, but deep within those eyes was a hint of confusion and decisiveness that no one could detect.
This child, for the time being... will stay.
But that man must die!
This must absolutely not be known to anyone!
I won't allow anything to slip out of my control!
She gently stroked her lower abdomen, feeling the faint yet tenacious throbbing, her eyes dark and unreadable.
(End of chapter)