Bibi Dong's Killing Intent, Bo Saixi's First Probe
Spirit City, Pope Palace.
The vast hall had a towering dome, Soul Guidance Lamp embedded in the walls cast a cold glow, outlining the sharp contours of the figure on the throne.
Bibi Dong sat upright on it, leaning slightly forward.
His purplish-gold eyes were fixed on the messages sent by the Little White-Eyed Wolf on the Light Screen, a cold killing intent surging deep within his pupils.
"People from the Spirit Hall."
These five words were uttered from between her lips, as low and deep as a blade cutting through bone.
Her fingers, gripping the armrest of the throne, slowly tightened.
Click!
The hard metal emitted a faint groan, and slightly dented and deformed under her fingertips.
"This idiot, he introduced himself without even finding out who the other person is."
She had no idea what kind of chain reaction her words would cause.
Once A-Qing follows this clue and begins to suspect the other members of the group, it probably won't be long before she can piece together about 70-80% of the truth.
The situation she painstakingly maintained.
The delicate balance that she and A-Qing had painstakingly built up...
Because of this idiot's statement about "the Spirit Hall's territory," it could collapse completely at any moment.
Bibi Dong's chest heaved several times before she managed to suppress the murderous rage that was about to overflow her throat.
She wanted to leave the field.
I want to use the harshest words to warn this idiot to shut up.
They even fabricated a perfectly coherent story to confuse the public.
But she didn't.
"Jumping out now is like walking into a trap."
"If A-Qing starts to suspect something, he'll sense something's wrong just by typing one more word."
She has to wait.
She'll wait until this Little White-Eyed Wolf reveals more information, and until she finds out his true identity.
Regardless of who this person is.
Those who ruined her plans must pay the price!
Bibi Dong slowly leaned back on the throne, forcing herself to calm her breathing.
Its purplish-gold eyes flickered uncertainly in the darkness, like a lurking beast that had retracted its claws, waiting for its prey to reveal a weakness.
Sea God Island.
Waves crashed against the reefs, bursting into countless tiny droplets.
The Sea Breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, wafted up the cliff face, causing the flags hanging high outside the God Temple to flutter wildly.
The rainbow of colors appeared and disappeared in the mist, only to be swallowed up by the next wave in an instant.
Bo Saixi stood on the highest terrace of the Sea God Hall.
Her long, sea-blue hair was blown back by the wind, fluttering along with the wave patterns embroidered on her dark blue robe.
She looked to be no more than thirty years old.
Her skin was as white as snow, yet her eyes held a serene composure that only time could purify.
Her deep blue eyes reflected the distant horizon where the sea met the sky, and also the Light Screen in front of her that only she could see.
Her strength Level 99 Peerless Douluo gave her a perception of the various hidden forces on this continent that far surpassed that of ordinary people.
But this Chat Group that suddenly intruded into the depths of her consciousness was completely beyond her comprehension.
Bo Saixi had been observing this group all night.
From initial shock to subsequent silent scrutiny, she didn't send a single message.
She was like a rock sunk to the bottom of the sea, quietly flipping through those past chat logs.
I read it line by line, trying to piece together the essence of this strange existence from those scattered conversations.
There aren't many members in the group.
However, there is one person called "Daddy Douluo" who appears far more frequently than the others.
The other members also had different attitudes toward him—some were affectionate, some were subtle, and some seemed indifferent but always appeared at crucial moments.
"This person should be the core; this group exists because of him, or at least, it is united because of him."
Bo Saixi gleaned many fragments from his speech: the Heaven Dou Empire, Shrek Academy, and a profound and unconventional understanding of the Soul Master system.
And most importantly, he seems to come from a completely different world.
Transmigrator!
Bo Saixi had never heard of this word before.
But the meaning is not difficult to understand.
A soul from another world has descended upon this continent.
This realization alone was enough to shake her to her core for a long time.
When the Little White-Eyed Wolf uttered the words "Spirit Hall," a subtle ripple appeared in the depths of Bo Saixi's eyes.
"The Spirit Hall..."
These three words stirred up too many long-buried memories deep within her.
Qian Daoliu.
The successor of the Angel God, the Grand Pontiff the Spirit Hall, Peerless Douluo of level ninety-nine.
That person who, like her, was a messenger of God.
Memories of my youth surface like an undercurrent on the ocean floor, rising unexpectedly.
She was young then, and so was he.
He invited her to set foot in Spirit City many times, but she never accepted.
Later, she inherited the mission of the Sea God and became the Grand Pontiff of the Sea God Island, and never left this Sea Region again.
In the blink of an eye, decades have passed.
Bo Saixi gathered her thoughts and focused her attention back on the Light Screen.
The Little White-Eyed Wolf's words were arrogant and self-righteous.
That arrogance was spoiled by the power and influence of the Spirit Hall; she had seen far too much of it.
However, what concerned Bo Saixi more was something else.
Was it purely random that this group brought me into it, or was there a deeper meaning behind it?
After a moment's hesitation, she decided to take the initiative to investigate the background of this member of the Spirit Hall.
Long, slender fingers lightly touched the air.
[Bo Saixi]: Little White-Eyed Wolf, are you from the Spirit Hall?
A moment later, the Little White-Eyed Wolf's reply popped up.
[Little White-Eyed Wolf]: So what if it is? What, do you really dare to make a move in Spirit City? Since you know the name of the Spirit Hall, you should know the consequences of running wild here.
Extremely aggressive and sharp-edged, like a fox whose tail has been stepped on.
Bo Saixi's lips curled into a slight smile.
The little girl has quite a temper.
This undisguised hostility, ironically, struck her as somewhat intriguing.
She continued typing, her knuckles moving lightly in the air.
[Bo Saixi]: Little girl, you've got quite the nerve. Let me ask you, do you know who the Grand Pontiff of the Spirit Hall is?
After sending the message, she gently tapped her fingers on the stone railing, the rhythm perfectly matching the sound of waves crashing against the rocks in the distance.
This question may seem simple, but it is actually a precise probe.
The existence of Qian Daoliu, the Grand Pontiff the Spirit Hall, is no secret among the top Soul Master on the continent.
However, ordinary Soul Master, or even lower-ranking members of the Spirit Hall, would never know about this peerless expert who had been living in seclusion for many years.
If the Little White-Eyed Wolf can name Qian Daoliu, then her status in the Spirit Hall is definitely not that of an ordinary person.
Bo Saixi waited, her deep blue eyes as calm as the sea.
Looking into the distance, her fingers suddenly paused as she tapped the railing.
Qian Daoliu's face was already somewhat blurred.
But she still remembered his spirited appearance and the radiant Angel's Light surrounding him.
I also remember what he said.
"Bo Saixi, if you're willing to come to the Spirit Hall, I can offer you the position of Grand Pontiff."
He rarely takes things seriously, and that was one of those times.
She also remained silent for a long time, which was one of the few times she had been silent.
She smiled and declined.
Because she has Sea God Island, her mission, and this vast ocean she cannot leave.
But at this moment.
Before this inexplicably appearing Light Screen, and the moment the words "Spirit Hall" reappeared in her eyes, she suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia for the past.