Within the vast, silent Pope's Palace, after Qian Renxue and Qian Daoliu left, space slowly shattered like glass. Purple-black mist spread through the air, but soon afterward, everything vanished without a trace, as though it had never happened.
The scene shifted to a secret chamber.
Purple-black mist filled the chamber. The surrounding space was as silent and terrifying as though it had completely sunk into an abyss. Strange patterns crawled across every surface, while countless ferocious beasts formed from illusory Soul Power let out deafening roars. At the center of it all, a massive black altar rose from the ground, its bizarre grooves filled with fresh blood. In the concealed darkness overhead, countless pairs of blood-red eyes watched from above. An incomparably bloodthirsty and violent aura erupted, shaking this small space to the point of collapse.
Still seated within the altar, Bibi Dong suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. She stood in stark contrast to her former noble and elegant appearance. Her entire body looked incomparably sinister and terrifying, and the exposed skin of her body was covered in gruesome scars and purple-black totems.
"Cough, cough..."
Bibi Dong coughed violently twice more. Her expression was crazed and suffocating, her eyes bloodshot, making her look exactly like a madwoman.
"Qian Renxue..."
A hoarse roar rang out. Bibi Dong's sharp nails stabbed directly into the flesh of her palms. As her fingers twisted, flesh churned and blood flowed freely, yet she seemed completely unable to feel the pain. She continued harming herself like a madwoman, as though only this could make her feel a little better.
Bibi Dong did not know why she had become neither human nor ghost. She only knew that Qian Renxue's words had hurt as though knives were cutting through her heart. The pain left her