Good and Evil Twin, Evil God's Backlash

"Go to hell!!!"

Seeing that everyone had arrived, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Bibi Dong's eyes, and her Eighth Soul Skill suddenly lit up!

"Eighth Soul Skill—Spider Emperor Avatar!"

However, this time, she was not summoning an avatar, but rather—detonating it!

Because Nan Feng's body was essentially a product of her Eighth Soul Skill, the main body possessed absolute control over it!

"Shatter... for This Seat!!"

With a sharp shout, Bibi Dong clenched her hand in the void.

Nan Feng, who was charging forward, suddenly stiffened, a look of pain and disbelief appearing on his face.

"You... how is this possible..."

BOOM—!!!

The next second.

Nan Feng's body exploded into pieces right before everyone's eyes!

But he did not turn into flesh and blood; instead, he transformed into a sky full of purple-black light particles, surging back into Bibi Dong's body!

"Ahhh—!!!"

Bibi Dong let out a painful scream, clutching her head with both hands as if her entire being were about to split apart.

"No... get out!!"

"I am the Pope... I am Bibi Dong..."

"Xue'er... Xue'er..."

Her voice switched frantically between coldness and tenderness, and her eyes flickered back and forth between purple-green and a clear, limpid purple.

Finally.

Bibi Dong's body went limp, and she fainted completely.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile, Guang Ling, and Qian Renxue, who was crying like a tear-stained mess, all stared blankly at this scene.

After a long while.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, his expression complex to the extreme.

"It seems..."

"Her illness is even more severe than we imagined."

The garden of the Saintess Hall was a scene of ruined walls and utter devastation.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed firmly on the door through which Bibi Dong had been carried, his expression grave to the extreme.

"Grand Pontiff."

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood beside him, asking through mental transmission, "Were those two just now... really both Bibi Dong?"

"That is correct."

Qian Daoliu's voice echoed in Golden Crocodile's mind, "Last night, when I sensed that Xunji had met with an accident, I saw one Bibi Dong holding Xue'er and watching the stars with my own eyes. But when I rushed into the Pope's Bedchamber, the other Bibi Dong was... devouring Xunji."

"At the time, I also found it inconceivable and could not figure out how this woman managed it, but now it seems..."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, a flash of deep apprehension in his eyes, "This is not a simple case of Twin Martial Souls backlash."

"Golden Crocodile, did you notice just now?"

"What?" Golden Crocodile Douluo was startled.

"That avatar shattered by Bibi Dong did not manifest a single soul ring the entire time!" Qian Daoliu said in a low voice, "Although she could use soul power and her physical body even reached the ninety-seventh rank, she had no soul rings and used no soul bone abilities. This is consistent with the characteristics of a soul skill avatar."

"However..."

Qian Daoliu paused, his tone becoming somewhat incredulous, "Even if a soul skill were to mutate, it is impossible for it to possess such a complete soul fluctuation, or even... possess an independent personality and memories! To this degree, even I could not see through the truth from the false."

"The only explanation can be that Evil God inheritance she came into contact with."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression changed: "Evil God..."

"Aside from a god, I cannot think of any other power capable of achieving this." Qian Daoliu sighed, his eyes filled with gloom, "That so-called avatar is likely a personality with amnesia that split off from Bibi Dong due to a cultivation deviation or the erosion of the Evil God's power."

"She pinned her love for Xue'er and her confusion about the past onto that avatar. As for her main body..."

Qian Daoliu did not continue, but the meaning was already clear.

The main body was a madwoman consumed by hatred and evil thoughts.

"Big Brother, what should we do now?" Golden Crocodile Douluo asked, full of worry, "A Pope with a split personality who could lose control at any moment? If this gets out, what will become of our Martial Soul Hall's reputation? And... what if she suddenly goes mad during an important occasion, or that avatar comes out to cause trouble again, this..."

"I know." Qian Daoliu closed his eyes and rubbed his throbbing temples, "But we have no choice."

"Golden Crocodile, have you considered this? If we strip her of the Papal position now and force her out of Martial Soul Hall, where do you think she would go, given her current strength and that inheritance from the Evil God?"

"The City of Slaughter? Or perhaps some deep mountain forest to go into seclusion, fully embrace the Evil God's inheritance, and become a true Evil God?"

"By then, a lunatic hiding in the shadows, possessing Twin Martial Souls and god-level power, who is also obsessed with returning to take revenge on Martial Soul Hall—would you be able to sleep at night?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo fell silent.

Indeed, compared to an uncontrollable threat lurking in the dark, a Pope placed in the open, watched by countless eyes, was clearly much safer.

"Therefore, regardless of whether she has a split personality or is a madwoman, she must remain Pope!" Qian Daoliu said in a deep voice. "Only by keeping her in this position, burdening her with daily affairs, and keeping her under our constant surveillance is it truly safe!"

"And..."

Qian Daoliu turned his head toward the direction of the bedchamber, a flash of complexity in his eyes. "That avatar... that manifestation of kindness, might just be the key to controlling her."

"As long as Xue'er can still awaken that avatar, and as long as she still has feelings for Xue'er, this blade... will not spiral completely out of control."

Saintess Hall, bedchamber.

Bibi Dong lay quietly on the bed, her breathing steady, yet her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she were enduring some painful struggle in her dreams.

Qian Renxue knelt by the bedside, her small hands tightly gripping one of Bibi Dong's. Her tears had long since dried, leaving her eyes red and swollen as she stared unblinkingly at her mother's face.

She was afraid.

She was afraid that when her mother woke up, she would turn back into that cold, icy person.

She was afraid that the gentle "new mother" from just moments ago, who had fought desperately to protect her, would never return.

Yet, beneath this scene of maternal love and filial piety, a highly "unserious" review meeting was taking place within the Sea of Consciousness.

"Perfect! Simply perfect!"

Nan Feng's Death Spider Emperor soul body hovered above the Sea of Consciousness, praising his own acting performance from moments ago. "The effect of that fight was truly excellent; those old men were all stunned."

"Now it's settled. The persona is completely established."

Bibi Dong's consciousness stood coldly to the side, watching this heartless fellow. Although she still harbored lingering anger over his coercion, she had to admit... this guy had bet correctly.

"According to your deduction, that old fox Qian Daoliu should have taken the bait by now, right?"

"Guaranteed."

Nan Feng was full of confidence. "If nothing goes wrong, he is surely already imagining a grand drama of 'dual souls of good and evil, and the backlash of the Evil God'."

"In his eyes, you are now a dangerous item that could lose control at any moment. And that amnesiac avatar is the chain that binds you, this beast."

"Therefore, he will definitely come to have a showdown with you next."

Nan Feng straightened his posture, his tone becoming serious. "Remember, when you wake up in a moment, you must display that sense of confusion: 'Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?'"

"You must tell him: You have no idea when that avatar escaped! You were clearly in your bedchamber in deep cultivation the whole time!"

"Then, here is the key point: you must say that when you were fighting just now, you subconsciously tried to activate your Eighth Soul Skill, Spider Emperor Avatar, only to discover that the imposter fighting you was actually your own out-of-control Eighth Soul Skill!"

"You must act out this absurdity of fighting yourself! The more innocent you seem, the better; the more broken you appear, the better!"

"Fine, I know, stop nagging."

Bibi Dong waved her hand impatiently. "Do I need you to teach me about acting?"

"That's true, I suppose." Nan Feng chuckled. "After all, you are a ruthless person who managed to lurk under Qian Xunji's nose for so many years and still manage a counter-kill."

"Enough, there is no need for flattery," Bibi Dong said indifferently.

Nan Feng nodded. "Alright, while your acting is decent, your brain is truly average."

"The Emperor merely used a small trick to play you in the palm of my hand..."

"..." Bibi Dong.

"Shall we go into the Rakshasa Secret Realm tonight to practice?"

Nan Feng's expression froze. "I was wrong!"