Even if Tang San had three heads and six arms, he would probably find it impossible.
"I wonder... how Xiao San is doing now."
Dai Mubai gazed at the sky, murmuring to himself.
He had no idea that Tang San was undergoing an even more frenzied transformation in that dark cave.
The Golden List's light continued to flicker.
Seventh place alone was already enough to shock the world.
What about the top six, then?
Would actual gods descend?
The world truly was about to be turned upside down.
Bibi Dong hovered in midair, feeling the power surging through her body as she looked into the distance.
That was the direction Tang San had fled.
It was also where Qian Ye was.
"Come on."
"Let's make this game a little more interesting."
She thrust her scepter hard into empty space, instantly cracking it open with streaks of black fissures.
At that moment, the majesty of the Spirit Hall Empire's empress was on full display.
Today, she would wash away her past humiliation.
And this was only the beginning.
Purple light still churned above Jialing Pass.
The evil divine power belonging to the Rakshasa God was frantically remaking Bibi Dong's body.
The light gradually faded.
A breathtakingly beautiful woman who looked barely over twenty slowly stepped out of the void.
She was no longer that aging beauty of a Supreme Pontiff whose face had been filled with malice.
Now, her skin was as fair as jade, and the traces of age at the corners of her eyes had vanished without a trace.
Even her once-graying temples had returned to a silky wine-red.
Bibi Dong lowered her head to look at her hands.
Lustrous and strong.
This was what youth felt like.
This was what it meant to be at her peak.
She