God Ancestor... I Hope I Did the Right Thing

"Mutated Martial Soul?" Bibi Dong murmured. The shock in her violet eyes was swiftly replaced by deeper killing intent. "Your Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda—"

"—was mutated?"

Jiang Bai did not answer.

He coughed up blood and activated his Martial Soul with all his strength.

The pagoda blazed brilliantly as three purple Spirit Rings lit up at once!

Three beams of red, yellow, and cyan shot from the Spirit Rings, rapidly expanding and solidifying in midair!

As the light faded, three enormous creatures appeared before Jiang Bai!

Fire Dragon, Earth Dragon, Wind Dragon!

Each of the three dragon-type soul beasts radiated the pressure of a thousand-year soul beast.

They opened their bloody maws. Though they knew how terrifying the enemy before them was, they still roared defiantly at Bibi Dong!

"So it really is a Mutated Martial Soul—"

Bibi Dong looked at the Three-Headed Dragon Beast, the killing intent in her eyes practically solidifying. "A summoning type? The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda actually mutated in this direction—"

She suddenly smiled, her laughter cold enough to pierce the bone. "Then I have even less reason to let you live."

The moment she finished speaking, her figure vanished again!

This time, she held nothing back.

The terrifying speed of a Title Douluo erupted in full. Jiang Bai could not even see her movements clearly and could only react on instinct and his sense of danger!

"Possession!"

Jiang Bai let out a hoarse roar!

The three dragon beasts transformed into streams of light and crashed into his body at the same time!

Crimson, earthy yellow, and cyan light burst from all over his body. His muscles swelled in an instant, his bones cracked explosively, and fine dragon-scale patterns emerged across his skin!

Triple enhancement!

This was the first time Jiang Bai had allowed all three dragon beasts to possess him at once.

Violent energy rampaged through his body, nearly bursting him apart!

Jiang Bai pressed both hands against the ground, crazily pouring Soul Power into the earth!

Three earthen walls, each half a meter thick, surged from the ground along Bibi Dong's path!

However—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three earthen walls were easily pierced through as if they were made of paper!

Bibi Dong did not even use a soul skill. The force of her charge alone was enough to destroy those defenses!

Her fist rapidly enlarged in his vision, its wind tearing through the air with a sharp explosion!

He could not dodge!

A trace of despair flashed through Jiang Bai's eyes, only to be replaced by madness!

He gathered all his Soul Power into his right fist and threw it directly against Bibi Dong's punch!

BOOM—!!!

The instant their fists collided, a terrifying shockwave exploded outward!

A deep crater ten meters across was blasted into the clearing. The surrounding trees snapped in half, and waves several meters high surged across the river!

Jiang Bai heard the sound of the bones in his arm shattering.

Then, that irresistible force spread from his arm through his entire body.

Like a kite with its string cut, he was hurled backward, carving a long arc through the air before crashing heavily into a pile of rocks by the riverbank.

"Puh—!"

He spat out another mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Jiang Bai lay amid the rocks, his vision completely blurred. Only his ears could still faintly hear anything.

His own heavy, labored breathing, the distant roar of the waterfall, and—

Footsteps.

Tap, tap, tap.

Bibi Dong walked toward him step by step.

Her Pope Robe swayed slightly in the night wind, while the tip of her scepter reflected a cold gleam beneath the moonlight.

There was no expression on her face, only absolute indifference. It was as though she had not just tried to kill a living person, but merely crushed an ant.

Jiang Bai struggled to get up, but his body no longer obeyed him.

I'm going to die—

I'm really—going to die—

At some point, dark clouds had gathered in the night sky, blocking out the moon and stars.

Lightning began to flicker across the pitch-black sky, and muffled thunder rolled in from afar.

It's going to rain—

"To make me use my Martial Soul to finish you," Bibi Dong's voice sounded above him, terrifyingly calm. "You have every reason to be proud, boy."

She stopped before Jiang Bai. Then she slowly raised her right hand.

Purple-black light poured from her palm. It was viscous and evil, writhing like a living thing.

The light rapidly stretched and changed shape, ultimately condensing into eight ferocious spider legs that unfurled from her back!

Each spider leg was three meters long, covered in purple-black carapace. Their tips were as sharp as spears and gave off a nauseating bloody stench.

Death-Soul Spider Emperor.

Not because Jiang Bai was especially strong, but because she wanted to make absolutely certain.

And even more because—she wanted to erase this existence that reminded her of her painful past in the cruelest, most thorough way possible.

"Farewell," Bibi Dong said softly. The last trace of humanity vanished from her violet eyes, leaving behind only pure, twisted hatred.

All eight spider legs rose at once, their tips aimed at Jiang Bai.

"Eternal Trauma."

There was no earth-shaking spectacle, no dazzling display of light and shadow.

The eight spider legs shot out in an instant like eight bolts of purple-black lightning!

Squelch—!

The sound of blades piercing flesh was especially clear in the silent night.

Jiang Bai's body convulsed violently.

All eight spider legs pierced through him with perfect precision.

The agonizing pain drowned every sensation like a tsunami. He could not even scream, only open his mouth wide and release ragged, gasping breaths.

Blood gushed from all eight wounds, rapidly staining the rocks beneath him red.

His life force drained away with his blood. His body temperature began to fall, and his vision sank completely into darkness.

I'm—going to die—

Before his final consciousness dispersed, he vaguely felt the eight spider legs pull free from his body.

With no support left, he collapsed limply, his face pressed against the icy stone. The last thing he saw was the tip of Bibi Dong's shoe.

Then darkness descended completely.

Bibi Dong stood beside Jiang Bai, silently watching him.

Blood still flowed from those horrifying wounds, though it had already slowed.

The boy's chest no longer rose and fell.

She slowly withdrew the Death-Soul Spider Emperor Martial Soul.

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for getting too close to her."

She spoke softly to Jiang Bai, her tone making it impossible to tell whether she was mocking him or herself.

"And blame yourself—for reminding me of someone I should not have remembered."

At last, the sky could no longer bear the weight of the dark clouds. A bolt of lightning tore through the night, followed by deafening thunder!

BOOM—!!!

Torrential rain poured down.

Raindrops the size of beans struck the ground, the river, and Jiang Bai's body, quickly diluting the glaring blood.

Rainwater streamed down his pale cheeks, washing aside the loose hair on his forehead and revealing a face still youthful, forever frozen at the age of twelve.

Bibi Dong gave that face one last look, then suddenly lifted her foot and viciously kicked Jiang Bai in the side!

Splash!

Jiang Bai's body tumbled into the river.

The river immediately seized him and carried him toward the waterfall, until he finally vanished into the darkness in its direction.

It was over.

Everything was over.

Bibi Dong turned and left.

At the same time, at the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu knelt before the enormous statue of the Angel God, his eyes slightly closed and his hands clasped together.

He had maintained that posture for a long time.

Rolling thunder sounded outside the hall, followed by the dense patter of torrential rain striking the windows.

Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes. The compassionate face of the statue was reflected in his golden pupils.

He listened quietly to the rain. Only after a long while did he softly speak, his voice too low for anyone but himself to hear. "God Ancestor—"

"I hope I did the right thing—"