Ye Xuan withdrew his hand, a glint of satisfaction flashing through his eyes.
As long as he successfully became a god, this mark would be fully activated.
By then.
Even if Bibi Dong became the Rakshasa God and lost her mind enough to want to bring Yu Xiaogang with her to ascend to the God Realm, he could control her actions at once.
"It is this disciple's honor to do what little he can for Teacher."
Ye Xuan bowed, his tone respectful.
Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction and waved her hand.
"You have had a long journey. Go and rest first. Your senior sister has missed you greatly."
"Thank you, Your Holiness."
Ye Xuan turned and left. He had barely stepped out of Pope Palace when two lovely figures blocked his path.
"Brother Ye Xuan! You're finally back!" Ning Rongrong, dressed in a pink princess gown, skipped over to him and affectionately hooked her arm around his, her face full of longing.
"Did you miss me in Slaughter City? Did you encounter any danger?"
Hu Liena followed close behind. Her fiery red gown outlined her seductive figure, and her fox-like eyes brimmed with charm. Her fingertips lightly brushed across Ye Xuan's chest as she spoke in a bewitching voice.
"My dear Holy Son, your senior sister has been waiting for you for nearly a year. Did anything interesting happen during that time? Tell us all about it."
The two stood on either side of Ye Xuan, crowding around him with undisguised possessiveness in their eyes.
They were both Ye Xuan's women and had long since grown accustomed to each other's presence, but they could not avoid competing for his affection.
Ye Xuan raised a hand to ruffle Ning Rongrong's hair, then pinched Hu Liena's chin, a teasing smile on his