Spirit City, Pope's Palace.
Dusk fell, and the solemn Pope's Palace was gradually shrouded in night.
The long-sealed doors of the Pope's Palace suddenly opened, and a figure leaped out. It was Dai Yao.
Glancing at the sky, a flash of anxiety crossed Dai Yao's face before he quickly steadied himself and thought, It's already this late. That Soul Power won't hold Bibi Dong back for long. If I'm too slow, I won't be able to leave Spirit Hall.
With a beat of his eight wings, Dai Yao shot into the sky and swept toward the waterfall.
Only when he rose into the air did he realize that snow had begun to fall across all of Spirit City as well, a layer of silver gradually settling over it.
The cold wind cut across his face. Dai Yao took one deep look at Spirit City and let out a soft sigh. No longer lingering, he turned into a long rainbow and vanished into the sky.
... Mountain Valley.
The waterfall plunged downward, pounding against the boulders with a thunderous roar. Spray scattered in all directions, veiling the entire Mountain Valley in a hazy mist.
Zhu Zhuqing and Feng Wutong had already returned to the Mountain Valley.
Dai Yao had been late in returning, and the two women were filled with worry.
The person Dai Yao had gone to see was the current pope, Bibi Dong. According to their teachers, this woman possessed strength that stood above the world, and her temperament was cold and unpredictable. Countless people had died miserably at her hands.
This time, Dai Yao had acted without permission. Not only had he killed the Star Luo Emperor, he had also built up such a massive force. No matter how Bibi Dong treated Dai Yao, it would not be