Nan Feng: I'm not clean anymore!

Inside the Side Hall, golden light surged brilliantly.

However, what shocked Qian Daoliu was that as his Angelic divine power delved deeper, he found no trace of the Evil God's aura within the depths of this avatar's soul, nor any signs of external possession.

The origin of that soul resonated perfectly with Bibi Dong's fluctuations, like two branches growing from the same tree—sharing the same roots and source, impossible to sever.

"Is it truly... just a split personality?"

Qian Daoliu's brows locked tightly; the doubts in his heart were not dispelled, but rather intensified.

If it were merely a split personality, why would it possess such a complete consciousness? Why would it have such an independent temperament?

Furthermore, deep within the soul of this avatar, he sensed a life force that was even purer, and even... more ancient.

"What on earth is this..."

Just as Qian Daoliu intended to probe further, Nan Feng was thoroughly provoked.

"You old bastard! Have you seen enough?!"

"Get out!!!"

BOOM—!!!

A purple-black aura of destruction erupted suddenly from within Nan Feng's body!

Without a moment's hesitation, Nan Feng detonated this physical vessel, which possessed the strength of a level 97 Titled Douluo!

"Not good!"

Qian Daoliu's expression changed drastically. He had not expected this avatar to be so fierce, choosing to self-destruct at the slightest disagreement!

This was the self-detonation of a level 97 energy entity! In such a confined space, if it were to fully explode, it would be enough to raze this Side Hall to the ground and even endanger Qian Renxue outside!

"Angel Domain—Suppress!"

Qian Daoliu dared not delay. The Six-Winged Angel phantom behind him flared with blinding light, and those rings of sacred golden radiance acted like tangible shackles, locking the surging purple-black energy tightly in place!

Under the absolute suppression of the Angelic divine power, the terrifying energy of the self-detonation failed to cause destructive damage. It merely emitted a muffled thud before dissolving into a sky full of purple-black light particles, vanishing within the golden domain.

However, although the commotion had been suppressed, the terrifying fluctuation of that momentary eruption had still leaked out.

"Mother!!!"

Outside the hall doors, Qian Renxue, who had been peeking through the crack, panicked the moment she felt the disturbance inside.

The heavy doors were shoved open violently.

Qian Renxue rushed in regardless of the consequences, with Golden Crocodile and Guang Ling following closely behind.

Yet, when they saw the scene inside the hall, they were all stunned.

In the empty hall, only Qian Daoliu remained, floating in mid-air with sacred golden light swirling around him.

And that Bibi Dong, who had been baring her fangs and claws while refusing to let go of Qian Renxue just moments ago, was gone.

Not even a single strand of hair remained.

"Gr... Grandfather?"

Qian Renxue looked at the empty seat, her small face turning deathly pale as she asked with a trembling voice, "Where... where is Mother?"

Qian Daoliu slowly descended to the ground and retracted his Angel Domain. Looking at his granddaughter's terrified and desperate eyes, he opened his mouth, unsure of how to explain.

Could he really say that her mother had just lost her mind and self-destructed right in front of him?

"That..."

While Qian Daoliu hesitated, tears already streamed from Qian Renxue's eyes.

"Grandfather! What did you do to Mother?!"

Qian Renxue rushed up to Qian Daoliu, grabbing his robes and sobbing heart-wrenchingly, "You promised me you wouldn't hurt her! You said so!!"

"Wuu wuu wuu... I want Mother... Give Mother back to me..."

Watching his granddaughter cry until she was a mess of tears, Qian Daoliu, a peerless Douluo who had dominated his era, felt helpless for the first time.

"Xue'er, listen to Grandfather's explanation..."

"I won't listen! I won't listen!"

Qian Renxue shook her head frantically, "You lost Mother! I want Mother!!"

On the other side, Nan Feng dove back into Bibi Dong's Sea of Consciousness and fell silent.

Bibi Dong wanted to ask him what had happened and why he had suddenly detonated the avatar.

But Nan Feng offered no response whatsoever.

This left Bibi Dong feeling somewhat worried.

This was the first time this Old Spider had acted this way; could it be that Qian Daoliu had discovered something?

No.

Even if Qian Daoliu discovered the problem, so what?

Would he dare to speak of it?

Would he tell Qian Renxue that the mother who loves her is a fake?

Or even that this fake mother and her real mother joined forces to kill her father?

Bibi Dong's physical body still lay quietly on the bed, appearing to be in a coma, but her consciousness had actually sunk completely into her Sea of Consciousness.

In the very center of this world stood a "palace" constructed entirely of spiritual power.

Her Sea of Consciousness had only expanded to its current size after Nan Feng's sacrifice, and Nan Feng could change his appearance here at will.

At first, she thought this guy would transform this place into his lair from the Death Canyon, but she never expected him to model a room for himself directly after her Saintess Hall bedchamber.

Bibi Dong's consciousness condensed into form and pushed the door open.

She saw a humanoid purple light shadow on the large bed, curled up in the corner with its back to her, radiating a mixed aura of "self-isolation" and "manic agitation."

It was Nan Feng.

Ever since the Soul Blood Pact, his soul form was no longer just that hideous Death Spider Emperor; he could also transform into this vague, humanoid light shadow.

"Hey."

Bibi Dong walked to the bedside, her brows slightly furrowed. "What is wrong with you? Why did you suddenly detonate your clone? What did Qian Daoliu discover?"

"..."

Nan Feng kept his back to her, motionless, offering no response.

"Nan Feng! I am asking you a question!" Bibi Dong grew impatient and reached out to pat his shoulder.

"Don't touch me!!"

Nan Feng suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. On that blurry, glowing face, Bibi Dong could actually read an expression of "extreme disgust" and "frenzy."

"The Emperor is filthy right now!"

Bibi Dong: "...?"

She looked at him, bewildered. "What kind of madness is this? It was just a clone; if it blew up, it blew up. It didn't hurt your origin, so how are you filthy?"

"You don't know a damn thing!!"

"That old bastard! That old pervert!!"

Nan Feng roared, "He actually used Angel God power to forcibly invade my clone! That feeling... do you have any idea how disgusting that felt?!"

"It's like you're taking a bath, and suddenly an old man radiating blinding light bursts in, not only pinning you to the ground to rub you, but scrubbing you inside and out with a steel wool pad!!"

"That holy, bright, scorching power was forcibly drilling into my brain, drilling into the depths of my soul! He wanted to strip me bare and see everything!!"

Nan Feng hugged his knees, trembling all over, his tone filled with desperate grief:

"I am the Death Spider Emperor! I am the most yin and evil soul beast! That Angel God power is like excrement to me! It's boiling hot excrement! And he actually shoved that stuff into my brain?!!"

"That hypocritical, blinding, scalding light power rampaged through my soul, peeking and prying at will... I am the Death Spider Emperor! I am the monarch of darkness! He actually dared... dared to humiliate me like this!!"

"It's too disgusting! It's truly too disgusting! I feel like my soul has been defiled by that old pervert!!"

Bibi Dong looked at the near-manic Nan Feng before her, her expression slightly stunned.

She could feel Nan Feng's current emotions.

It was the anger and helplessness of being forcibly violated, of having one's dignity trampled upon by a high and mighty power.

This feeling... she was all too familiar with it.

So familiar that, in this instant, she actually felt a sliver of empathy for this old spider.

"So..."

Bibi Dong's voice softened involuntarily. "You detonated yourself just for this?"

"What else?!"

Nan Feng roared, "Did you expect me to lie there and let him finish his inspection? Let him flip through every inch of my soul to take a look? I would rather blow that body to pieces than swallow this insult!"

"Damn it... ugh..."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, the coldness in her eyes fading slightly. She looked at Nan Feng and said calmly:

"Fine, since it's already blown up, stop howling."

"Although Qian Daoliu went too far, this move of his has, in a way, helped us complete the act."

"Right now, Qian Renxue is crying her heart out outside, and that old guy Qian Daoliu is at the peak of his guilt and embarrassment. This is the best time for us to turn the tables."

"I'm not going."

Nan Feng lay back down on the bed, pulled the quilt over his head, and muffled, "I feel like vomiting just seeing that old bastard now, and that golden light—it's disgusting. You go handle it yourself; I need to take a bath... I need to wash my soul!"

Bibi Dong looked at the "silkworm baby" curled into a ball, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.

"Fine, get some rest."