She Hadn't Gone Mad-That Was Already a Miracle

Feeling the immense evil emanating from this legendary historical figure,

Ye Guyi shuddered and immediately summoned her Seraphim Martial Soul, silently guarding Huo Yuhao's side.

After all, this Pope from history had been a merciless killer. Her terrifying legend was enough to make children stop crying at night.

Holy radiance bloomed forth. The magnificent golden light seemed to resonate with the Angel Sacred Sword, causing the golden barrier to suddenly expand and drive the surrounding miasma even farther away.

Unlike before, after receiving the gift of Divine Power from the Angel God, her Seraphim Martial Soul had now evolved into a six-winged form.

This evolution was originally something Ye Guyi could only have achieved upon reaching the Titled Douluo realm, yet with the Angel God's Divine Power just now, she had reached this stage ahead of time.

"Six-Winged Angel..."

The moment Bibi Dong sensed the familiar aura of Ye Guyi's Martial Soul, she could not help but fall into a daze.

Huo Yuhao stepped forward with a faint smile. "How should I address you? Your Holiness the Pope? Rakshasa God? Or Senior Bibi Dong?"

Pulling herself from her memories, Bibi Dong looked at the handsome youth before her. Ripples stirred in her deep purple eyes as she shook her head slightly. "That isn't important."

"After all, I am now nothing more than a wisp of a remnant soul."

"Just as you said, I cannot properly control the Rakshasa Godhood now. I can only allow it to absorb the evil thoughts across the continent."

Bibi Dong looked at Ye Guyi, a trace of recollection flashing through her eyes as she slowly recounted,

"Back then, in the battle at Jialing Pass, I paid with my life to help Xue'er block the fatal strike of the Asura Demonic Sword. Xue'er's Godhood was shattered,