As the most powerful force on the entire Douluo Continent, the Spirit Hall's every move affects almost everyone's life.
It's no exaggeration to say that every order from the Spirit Hall's ruler could potentially alter the entire continent's power structure.
At this moment, in the magnificent and solemn Papal Palace, a stunningly beautiful woman sat upon the throne symbolizing supreme power, intently handling state affairs.
This woman was none other than the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, standing at the true pinnacle of the continent.
Bibi Dong!
Bibi Dong was actually over forty years old, but looked only in her twenties.
She wore a magnificent papal robe, with mysterious and majestic patterns embroidered in golden thread, shimmering brilliantly in the candlelight of the palace.
Bibi Dong's face was exquisitely beautiful yet cold as ice.
Her skin was as white as snow, delicate and flawless.
Her eyebrows were long and slightly upturned, sharp as swords; her beautiful eyes were deep and cold, seemingly able to see through everything.
Beneath her high, straight nose, her lips were slightly pursed, adding to her majesty.
She held documents in her hands, her gaze sweeping quickly over them, each decision decisive and resolute.
"How dare some petty person offend the Spirit Hall... This matter cannot be tolerated, it must be severely punished!"
"Pass on my order, kill!"
Bibi Dong's voice was crisp and cold, like a chilling wind in a cold night, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
Her words caused everyone in the hall to tremble slightly.
A subordinate came forward tremblingly to report: "Your Holiness, regarding this matter, I believe..."
Before he could finish, Bibi Dong abruptly waved her hand, interrupting him: "No need for further words, do as I say!"
The subordinate immediately lowered his head, daring not to utter another word of objection.
Bibi Dong continued dealing with government affairs.
She was getting busier and busier lately.
As the Spirit Hall grew stronger, both empires seemed to be deliberately suppressing it.
Faced with this situation, Bibi Dong had only one thought: to kill… to kill until the other side was forced to back down!
She didn't know how much time had passed before she finally finished dealing with all the government affairs of the day.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, feeling somewhat exhausted.
Handling government affairs is even more tiring than cultivating!
"The Spirit Hall has developed better and better under my leadership over the years... This is enough to prove that my ideals are correct. At this moment, the Spirit Hall's invincibility is about to be completely realized."
"As long as we, the Spirit Hall Academy, crush everyone in the next Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament, defeat everyone, then the world will know that the Spirit Hall is the one destined by heaven."
We are invincible..."
Bibi Dong couldn't help but feel excited. Since she took charge of the Spirit Hall, she wanted to prove herself and show that Qian Xunji was wrong.
She wanted her will to permeate the entire Douluo Continent!
"Haha..."
After laughing excitedly, Bibi Dong looked at the empty hall and felt an inescapable emptiness in her heart.
Bibi Dong suppressed her laughter and looked at the scene in front of her with a sense of dejection.
"Why... why have I done so much? I am so excellent. I have become the ruler of the continent. I have almost everything."
"But..."
Bibi Dong smiled bitterly,
"Why can't I be happy?"
Bibi Dong smiled bitterly and then took out a painting from somewhere.
It was an old painting, its edges worn, as if it had been looked at countless times.
The painting depicted a boy, blond and blue-eyed, utterly adorable.
His radiant smile seemed to transcend the dust of time, remaining as vibrant as ever.
The boy's eyes sparkled with innocent light, and the upward curve of his lips was filled with carefree joy.
Bibi Dong gazed at the painting, her fingers gently tracing its surface, her expression incredibly complex.
She had once hated this little boy in the painting intensely, believing his birth to be a continuation of evil, and she had gone to great lengths to target him.
But in return, she received only the child's repeated calls of "Mama," and a gentle smile, without a trace of resentment…
She wanted to drive him away, but when he truly passed away at the age of three, Bibi Dong suddenly felt her life had lost its purpose.
What did she do after that child left?
And after that child's passing, she would always dream of him, and memories would flash through her mind…
Perhaps some things are truly only appreciated after they are lost.
After that child's departure, she seemed to have removed all his flaws, seeing only his virtues.
She seemed genuinely regretful.
"Qian Renshang... Qian Renshang... I am the source of my hatred, how could you die so easily?"
"I haven't avenged myself on everything Qian Xunji did to me... How could you just die like this?"
Bibi Dong murmured incoherently.
"No... You are my child, Qian Renshang... If you come back now, Mommy will definitely not abuse you anymore, Mommy will love you."
Sometimes gentle, sometimes ferocious.
"No... You damned beast, your birth was a mistake..."
Bibi Dong's heart was already twisted...
Just as Bibi Dong was focused on looking at the painting and lost in memories, suddenly, a figure rushed into the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong's expression changed slightly, and she immediately hid the painting, looking straight ahead with a serious expression.
The person who came was tall and slender, yet gave off a sense of agility and strength.
He wore a black robe embroidered with gold patterns, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, further highlighting his elegant figure.
His face was fair, with delicate features. Beneath his slender eyebrows, a pair of narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing a hint of femininity and cunning.
His high nose and thin lips made his facial features appear particularly cold and stern.
His hair, like silver threads, cascaded over his shoulders, shimmering faintly in the light.
Most striking was the magnificent chrysanthemum ornament on his head, its petals delicate and lifelike, seemingly radiating a mysterious power.
It was none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo, one of the Guardian Douluos of the Spirit Hall, and also one of Bibi Dong's true confidants!
At this moment, he looked flustered, his steps slightly unsteady, and before he could even stand properly, he urgently said, "Your Holiness, something terrible has happened!"
Bibi Dong was pulled back to reality by this sudden interruption.
Her brows furrowed, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and coldly asked,
"What is the matter that has caused such a panic?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo immediately stepped forward and whispered a few words in Bibi Dong's ear.
Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically in an instant, her beautiful face shifting like a whirlwind.
"What... how is this possible?"
"He... he's still alive!"
At times she was ecstatic, her eyes gleaming with surprise, her lips involuntarily curving upwards; at others, fury raging, her brows furrowed, her eyes wide as if spitting fire; at still others, madness gripping her, her facial muscles contorted, her entire being seemingly devoid of reason.
Her emotions were so out of control that her body trembled slightly, her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the force.
"Good, good, good... this is really great!?"
"Hahaha..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo, standing nearby, was startled.
He had never seen Bibi Dong so out of control.
The news he had just reported was naturally about Qian Renshang.
After all, Qian Renxue had caused quite a stir there; it couldn't be kept secret!
(End of Chapter)
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