Angels and Death, Bibi Dong's Condition

Deep within the Papal Palace.

Unlike the bright, sacred Angel Sacred Hall, this place was steeped in a profound gloom, carrying a trace of chilling menace.

Upon the throne sat a peerlessly beautiful figure shrouded in cold shadows, her eyes closed in concentration.

Bibi Dong.

The Pope of Spirit Hall wore a luxurious robe, a purple-gold crown, and held a gemstone scepter in her hand.

Even with her eyes closed, her exquisite features were enough to eclipse heaven and earth. Yet the gloom lingering between her brows, along with the occasional leak of viciousness, made others fear to look directly at her.

Suddenly, her closed eyelids twitched slightly.

The space not far before her rippled with a circle of soft golden light without warning.

The next moment, Qian Daoliu stepped out from the center of those golden ripples, as though he had been standing there all along.

"Bibi Dong."

Without any announcement or preamble, Qian Daoliu appeared in the deepest part of the Papal Palace, before Bibi Dong, both abruptly and completely naturally.

Bibi Dong's eyes snapped open.

The profound aura around her paused slightly, then grew even more solid.

"Great Enshrined."

Bibi Dong's voice revealed neither joy nor anger, only coldness and distance. "What brings you personally to the Papal Palace?"

Her gaze swept over Qian Daoliu, and the fingers gripping her scepter tightened almost imperceptibly.

Qian Daoliu remained calm. His golden eyes were as still as an ancient well, as though he had not seen the hostility in Bibi Dong's gaze.

He went straight to the point.

"Bibi Dong, I have come today to ask about one matter."

Qian Daoliu paused slightly and looked directly into Bibi Dong's cold purple eyes.

"With Twin Martial Souls, how does one resolve the cultivation conflict and avoid the disaster of exploding to death?"

His voice was not loud, yet it echoed clearly through the empty Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted!

"Twin Martial Souls?"

Her gaze shifted as she chuckled. "Oh, right. Today is the martial soul awakening day of Ye Chen, Third Enshrined's only grandson."

A deep glint flashed through her eyes as her fingertips lightly tapped the scepter.

"You mean him, Great Enshrined."

Qian Daoliu neither denied nor admitted it. He merely looked at her calmly.

Bibi Dong leaned forward slightly, a faintly mocking curve forming at her lips. "Twin Martial Souls, Azure Luan... indeed, not bad.

But... the Azure Luan Martial Soul hardly seems worthy of the Great Enshrined personally visiting my Papal Palace."

Bibi Dong already had her suspicions. Ye Chen's other martial soul had to be extremely powerful.

Qian Daoliu's expression did not change. "Spirit Hall's future is worth asking about in person. Bibi Dong, name your terms."

Bibi Dong stared at Qian Daoliu for a moment, then suddenly chuckled and leaned back against her throne.

"The Great Enshrined truly is direct."

Bibi Dong's voice deepened. "I do have the method, but why should I tell you? Or rather... why should I tell all of you?"

The air inside the Papal Palace seemed to freeze.

Qian Daoliu's gaze remained calm, but the faint aura of light around him quietly grew heavier.

"Hmph!"

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, and a massive phantom of the Six-winged Angel appeared behind him.

Golden radiance illuminated the entire hall.

It was not warm, gentle light, but the light of judgment bearing divine majesty, filled with blazing angelic power.

Facing that pressure capable of overturning heaven and earth, Bibi Dong abruptly rose to her feet!

"Qian Daoliu!"

A furious low cry rang out.

A terrifying power completely opposed to his erupted from Bibi Dong's body.

Behind her, an enormous, ferocious phantom of the Death Spider Emperor, covered in bizarre demonic markings, raised its head and screeched at the sky. Eight phantom spider spears like Death's scythes pierced through the frozen golden space.

Darkness and light,

death and holiness.

Two utterly opposing forces, as incompatible as fire and water, collided with a thunderous crash!

Bibi Dong's face was especially grim.

The suppression of the Rakshasa God Trial had forcibly sealed away part of her cultivation as a rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo.

At this moment, she could draw upon no more than rank ninety-eight power.

A difference of one rank was the difference between cloud and mud!

Qian Daoliu's light was a flawless, seamless domain, natural and complete, while her domain of death had been torn open by an invisible force.

The ripples caused by this confrontation deep within the Papal Palace instantly swept across Spirit City.

Within the Elder Hall, several Titled Douluo elders opened their eyes in shock at the same time, looking toward the Papal Palace with disbelief written across their faces.

"This is... the Great Enshrined's power! And His Holiness the Pope!" One Titled Douluo elder's voice was dry. "Such terrifying auras... are they confronting each other?"

"Light and death... the entire Spirit City has been enveloped by an invisible field!"

Another elder tried to sense it, only to feel his Spiritual Power strike two massive mountains and rebound instantly. His face turned pale.

Within the Worship Hall, several enshrined ones were also alarmed.

Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo's gaze was like lightning as it pierced through layers of buildings toward the Papal Palace. "Big Brother has nearly used his full strength... Bibi Dong's cultivation is no simple matter..."

Within Spirit City, every Soul Master, regardless of rank, felt a tremor and terror born from the instincts of their souls.

The low-ranking Soul Masters only felt as if a massive boulder weighed upon their hearts, making them instinctively want to kneel and worship in the direction of the Papal Palace.

Those above Soul Sage rank could vaguely sense the two vast auras.

—They were existences completely beyond mortal imagination!

On the streets,

the crowds froze, and silence reigned.

The entire city fell into an eerie stillness. Only those two auras from the pinnacle continued their silent confrontation.

Only after a while, when the suffocating auras receded like the tide,

did Spirit City seem to awaken from a long nightmare, filling with lingering gasps and hushed whispers.

"Qian Daoliu, you win."

Bibi Dong's voice rang out again. It was even colder now, but her former composure was gone.

"I can give you the method to resolve the drawbacks of Twin Martial Souls." Bibi Dong took back the Death Pearl Emperor Martial Soul first and sat back upon her throne.

"Good."

The Six-winged Angel phantom behind Qian Daoliu quietly dissipated as though it had never appeared, and the sacred pressure that had blanketed heaven and earth withdrew with it.

Yet merely standing there, he was like an insurmountable mountain.

Bibi Dong said in a deep voice,

"Do not celebrate too soon. I have conditions."

Qian Daoliu said nothing. He only looked at her quietly, his gaze seeming to say: You are qualified to name conditions, but that depends on what they are.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong felt humiliated and finally snapped. "Qian Daoliu! My yielding does not mean I fear you!"

"State your condition."

Qian Daoliu replied calmly. In the end, he did not wish to completely fall out with Bibi Dong.

Before Qian Renxue grew strong enough, Spirit Hall still needed Bibi Dong as its Pope.

Bibi Dong's expression eased slightly. "I want a promise from you. In the future, so long as it does not violate your own position, you must grant me one request."