The corners of Bibi Dong's mouth lifted slightly into a smile brimming with scorn.
Yu Xiaogang, did you see that?
Is this what you call pride?
Before absolute power and the truth, your pathetic theories and reputation aren't worth a single coin.
Hu Liena stood behind Bibi Dong, her eyes reddening as she watched her teacher's lonely yet proud figure.
She had never imagined that her teacher's past had been so tragic.
The seemingly cold and heartless Pope had once been a foolish girl willing to fly into the flames like a moth for love.
"Teacher-"
Hu Liena called softly.
Bibi Dong waved a hand, cutting off her disciple's attempt to comfort her.
She needed no sympathy.
She was the empress of the Spirit Hall Empire, a being on the verge of becoming a god.
Her past weakness and foolishness had died long ago in that secret chamber.
Now, she believed only in power.
Bibi Dong raised her head and stared at the Golden List with burning eyes.
Since the account of her life had finished playing, the most important part would come next.
The rewards.
She desperately needed power.
The current situation did not look promising for Spirit Hall.
That unpredictable factor, Qian Ye, was simply too terrifying.
He had slain the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord with a single finger. Even Qian Daoliu at his peak could not have accomplished such a feat.
And then there was Di Tian.
That Beast God, who had just received the Dragon God's blood essence, was probably seething with rage right now, eager to settle the score with humanity.
If she did not improve her strength soon, the Spirit Hall Empire might well be torn to pieces in this storm.
She could not lose.
She had plotted for so many years and endured