Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong sprang up from the Pope Throne, slamming her scepter hard against the ground.
The lofty Pope, the woman who struck fear into the entire Soul Master World, was breathing rapidly, her chest rising and falling sharply.
Time was a woman's greatest enemy. Even a Titled Douluo could not fully resist its ravages.
Yet that young man had easily obtained what every woman dreamed of.
Eternal youth.
Bibi Dong stared at the Sky Screen, light flickering in her eyes. No one could tell what she was thinking, but the fingers clenched around her scepter betrayed the turmoil within her.
Inside the Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu gazed at the Angel God Statue and let out a long sigh.
"With the Angel God as my witness... Even a god would surely be tempted by such an opportunity."
He had lived far too long and knew all too well the allure of eternal life.
White World, front-line camp.
Dai Mubai was not nearly as overjoyed as outsiders might have imagined.
He sat in a tiger-skin armchair, his expression calm, his eyes only slightly closed as he felt the immense vitality that had inexplicably appeared within him.
It was an extraordinary sensation.
Every cell was cheering, every drop of blood surging.
The slight muscle soreness caused by forcibly using White Tiger Vajra Transformation vanished in an instant.
In its place was boundless energy.
It felt as though he had been immersed in the Fountain of Life, with even his soul elevated.
"So this is the Domain of Eternal Life?"
Dai Mubai slowly opened his eyes. Deep in his pupils, a flash of emerald vitality appeared, then vanished, replaced by a profound golden glow.
He raised his hand. A soft white light slowly emerged in his palm.
This wasn't Soul Power.