Secret Chamber Douluo Bibi Dong, Yu Xiaogang's Arm Was Broken

The Myriad Demon King began his Possession Transformation.

With his formidable strength, and a five-year-old child as the target of his possession, everything went smoothly.

Once the possession was complete, he immediately awakened his own Ferocious Beast Martial Soul, the Demon-Eyed Tree!

It was not the Demon-Eyed Ghost Tree found among the forces of the Human Race.

His Innate Soul Power was level thirteen.

Old Demon was delighted.

Before this recent period, he had already studied knowledge of the Human Race and learned that level thirteen represented Innate Full Soul Power.

He would have a heaven-given advantage in his future cultivation.

After completing the possession, the Myriad Demon King immediately gave an order to the sect under his command.

"Do not disturb me for a hundred years."

He wanted to cultivate in peace.

Plant Martial Souls progressed extremely slowly, and the Myriad Demon King wanted to stay ahead of everyone else!

Fortunately, he was in the Sunset Forest, where he was immersed in the Immortal Herb Qi from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. His future was bright.

"Good, another one succeeded."

In the central region of the Sunset Forest, Di Tian sensed the various presences after refining his Dragon Core and murmured to himself.

His cultivation had not yet completely dispersed, so he could naturally sense the Myriad Demon King and Xiong Jun undergoing Possession Transformation.

As the Beast God, he was gratified.

Thus, over the next few days, he worked even harder to condense his Dragon Core, storing as much of his hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation in it as possible.

In his spare time, he helped his two wives undergo Possession Transformation.

Zi JI was the first to complete it.

After the possession, she became a little girl who looked as though she had been carved from pink jade, appearing to be six years old.

That day, the Hell Demon Dragon Martial Soul shook the Sunset Forest.

Some weaker Soul Beasts even lost control of their bladders and bowels and fled to the Star Dou Great Forest.

At the Long Family of Black Dragon Mountain, Long Aoyang knelt devoutly on the ground. "Welcome, Master!"

"Welcome, Master!"

The other female disciples of Black Dragon Mountain also shouted in unison.

These people were descendants who carried Long Aoyang's bloodline. They naturally felt an extraordinary familiarity and affinity toward Zi JI, as well as loyalty.

Zi JI nodded slightly and dismissed them.

With her Possession Transformation a success, the first person he wanted to share it with was Di Tian.

She bounded forward and threw herself into Di Tian's arms.

Di Tian dotingly pinched her bright, porcelain-like cheek.

Soul Power rippled, and a purple orb as dark as lacquer and ink appeared. "Here, your Dragon Core. Cultivate as quickly as you can."

"I understand, husband. You have to hurry too."

"Mm."

Di Tian nodded and busied himself once more.

But he was no longer refining the Black Dragon Core. Instead, he worked on a Mental Method.

This was the secret of Soul Spirits: separating a Soul Beast's soul while preserving its will.

It was the Soul Spirit Method from the second part of the original story.

Di Tian's idea was to learn the Soul Spirit Method before transforming, beat Huo Yuhao to it by creating the Soul Spirit Tower ahead of time, and use it to harvest the faith of the Human Race.

He would create his own godhood and become a god.

Such a godhood would surely be that of a First-Level God, and even a God King was possible.

It would be far more powerful than an inherited godhood.

That was what he had in mind, but reality was harsh.

Over a hundred years, Di Tian refined his Dragon Core while studying the Soul Spirit Method, but his progress was somewhat underwhelming.

He could only separate a Soul Beast's Soul Spirit and preserve its existence.

As for having it sign a peaceful contract with someone from the Human Race, he could not do it.

The reason was not that the Soul Beast and someone from the Human Race were unwilling, but that his Contract Formation could not reach the point of balance.

Whenever a Soul Beast and someone from the Human Race signed a contract, one of them would always die.

This dealt Di Tian a heavy blow for a time.

But as the Beast God, he soon thought it through. Such a setback was nothing much.

The path to godhood had always been difficult. He, Di Tian, would defy the heavens.

He then delayed his Possession Transformation once again.

Day after day, he nurtured his Dragon Core and cultivated the Soul Spirit Method.

Meanwhile, at Spirit Hall, a few months later.

A flat-headed man in gray cloth robes stood at the entrance, holding a yellowed book and roaring, "Qian Xunji, why won't you let me see Dong'er?"

The speaker was none other than the Theoretical Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang.

His anger accomplished nothing.

The doors of Pope Hall remained tightly shut, and no one paid him any attention.

Because he was making such a racket, Chrysanthemum Douluo came out and sent him flying with a blast of Soul Power.

"Yu Xiaogang, the Pope has ordered you to get out of Spirit Hall within an hour, or I'll crush you to death."

The speaker's voice was exceedingly soft and feminine, but the Soul Power in his hand showed no courtesy. He was Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.

Yu Xiaogang lay sprawled on the ground, coughing up blood, his eyes bloodshot and his fingers clenched. The pain in his body made him realize that the person before him was not Bibi Dong. If he continued to push his luck, his end would not be pleasant.

He hurriedly stammered, "I... I understand."

Half an hour later, Yu Xiaogang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to his feet.

He did not intend to leave immediately and wanted to try again.

Since force had failed, he would try a softer approach.

Looking at Pope Hall, Yu Xiaogang hypocritically squeezed out a few tears. "Dong'er, Dong'er, what happened to you? Why won't you see me?"

His eyes brimmed with tears. As he wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, tears streamed ceaselessly from his eyes. He hoped to move Bibi Dong and make her come out to see him.

But how could Yu Xiaogang have known that Bibi Dong had already become the Secret Chamber Douluo?

Qian Xunji had given her an ironclad order: if she could not bear a child, he would imprison her forever...

"Yu Xiaogang, do you really want to die?"

Suddenly, a faint voice rang out.

A black shadow appeared silently behind Yu Xiaogang.

The one who spoke this time was Ghost Douluo.

He had always been a man of few words, never wasting his breath when he could use his hands.

An illusory wisp of Soul Power suddenly reached out.

With a crack, Yu Xiaogang's left hand, which was clutching the Yellow-skinned Book, was broken.

Aah—!!

Yu Xiaogang roared, his face contorting with the intense pain. This time, Yu Xiaogang truly cried, without putting on any act.

Ghost Douluo still showed no trace of pity. He thrust out a foot and sent Yu Xiaogang flying thirty meters, leaving streaks of blood across the ground.

"Get lost in ten seconds, or there'll be another corpse in front of Pope Hall today," Ghost Douluo said coldly, without the slightest change in his expression.

Yu Xiaogang saw every bit of Ghost Douluo's ruthlessness.

This time, he dared not harbor any more thoughts. Bracing one hand against the ground, he struggled to his feet, gritted his teeth, endured the agonizing pain, and limped away from Pope Hall.

As for Bibi Dong, how could he still dare think about her?

In front of Pope Hall, Ghost Douluo used streams of Soul Power to wash away the bloodstains.

As he cleaned, he could not resist spitting. "That piece of trash just had to come here and disgust us."

While he was cleaning, it suddenly grew a little dark before his eyes as a figure blocked his view.

He looked up and saw a man with long, flowing hair, a restrained presence, and an immensely powerful build.

Ghost Douluo's pupils contracted. "Your Excellency Haotian."

"Mm. I want to see your Pope. Go inform him."

Hearing this, how could Ghost Douluo spare another thought for cleaning?

He nodded and hurried back into Pope Hall in a flash.

Kneeling, he reported to Qian Xunji, "Pope, His Excellency Haotian, Tang Chen, has arrived!"

Qian Xunji, who had been dozing off, opened his eyes wide. "Who did you say?"

"Reporting to the Pope, I said His Excellency Haotian has arrived," Ghost Douluo repeated.

Qian Xunji rubbed his forehead, somewhat puzzled. "What is he here for?"

But puzzled or not, how could he dare refuse to receive this legendary figure who had become a Titled Douluo two hundred years ago?

He hurriedly waved his hand, telling Ghost Douluo to show him in.

The doors of Pope Hall opened, and Tang Chen stepped inside.