Little Jiu's eyes reddened. It felt as though a sharp knife had stabbed into his heart. It hurt—so much.
His mind was filled with every smile, every frown, every flash of anger from Bibi Dong...
That noble and proud Female Pope possessed an incomparable aura in every turn and every furrow of her brow.
"You never asked me to do anything for you, yet you bore everything for me, Dongdong..."
How could Little Jiu forget Bibi Dong's kindness? Her life had been too tragic. Whenever he thought of what she had endured, his heart ached unbearably.
This world owed her far too much, and so did Little Jiu.
"Mother!" Qian Renxue cried out. No longer caring about guarding the Life Giant Tree, she rushed straight to Little Jiu's side.
She stared blankly at the place where Bibi Dong had vanished, then fell to her knees with a thud.
Little Jiu had told her about her mother and father. She had always deeply sympathized with her mother. Now, seeing her mother die such a tragic death, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably!
Da Ming, Er Ming, Dragon Duke, Snake Grandma, Huo Wu, and the others all retreated.
They stood guard around Little Jiu and Qian Renxue, mourning Bibi Dong while remaining wary of a surprise attack from the enemy.
Bibi Dong had been the most gifted Pope in history, a goddess who loved and hated without ambiguity. She had used her own life to test her opponent's strength. Her actions moved everyone deeply.
"Little Jiu... Mother..." Qian Renxue helplessly clutched Little Jiu's arm. She wanted to beg him to revive her mother, yet she feared putting him in a difficult position.
With a great enemy before them, the Resurrection Divine Skill was extraordinarily precious. It could even directly affect the outcome