Spirit City, Pope Palace.
Inside the grand, solemn hall, a lofty dome soared overhead. Golden glazed tiles reflected the midday sun, bathing this symbol of the continent's highest authority in a sacred, untouchable light.
Upon the dais, the papal throne stood in silent majesty.
Bibi Dong lounged against the back of her chair, holding a confidential report delivered by a red-robed cardinal.
She wore her radiant golden papal gown. The luxurious dress was exquisitely tailored, perfectly outlining her breathtaking figure.
The hem of her gown was slit slightly. When she shifted in her seat, her long, beautiful legs—coveted by countless people but never dared to be openly admired—appeared and disappeared beneath it.
Her skin was fair as snow and smooth as porcelain, gleaming with a warm luster in the light of the hall's ever-burning lamps.
She wore no shoes. Her flawless jade feet rested lightly on the dark red carpet, her toes rounded and delicate, tinged with a faint pink. Her arches formed an elegant curve.
If any of the Soul Masters outside had seen such a breathtaking sight, they would have goggled on the spot.
But the hall was empty. Only the lofty Pope remained, radiating an overwhelming charm and authority.
"The two empires have been making more and more moves."
"..."
Bibi Dong casually tossed the report onto a nearby table, annoyance flashing across her brow.
She had just closed her eyes to rest for a moment when the corner of her eye caught a sudden glimmer.
There was no fluctuation of Soul Power, nor any sign of space being torn open.
A black-covered notebook, utterly out of place, appeared from thin air in the space before her.
Bibi Dong narrowed her beautiful eyes. Soul Power surged around her, and the pressure of a level-ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo gathered without being released. In that instant, the air throughout the hall grew heavy.
Who was it?
Who could deliver something before me without making a sound?
Even that old man in the Worship Hall couldn't have managed this.
Bibi Dong watched the floating notebook warily. She waited a moment, but it showed no sign of attacking.
With a light flick of her jade finger, she sent a probing strand of Soul Power against it. The force vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, leaving not the slightest ripple.
Her confusion deepened.
Bibi Dong slowly reached out and drew the notebook into her palm from across the air.
It felt cool to the touch, its material unknown.
A line of gilded characters was written clearly across the cover:
Qin Feng's Diary Copy (Exclusive to Bibi Dong)
"Qin Feng?"
Bibi Dong murmured, quickly running through the names of every powerful figure in Spirit Hall, then checking even the well-known figures of the two empires and the Upper Three Sects.
There was no such person.
"Who is this? What a charlatan."
Bibi Dong scoffed, curiosity mingling with disdain, and opened to the first page.
[Day One's Diary.]
[I actually transmigrated... I was just an ordinary student, hiding under the covers and reading a book about Bibi Dong. Then I closed my eyes, opened them again, and transmigrated to Douluo Continent.]
[Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. My situation here is pretty miserable. I'm an orphan, but luckily my talent is decent. I've just become a student on the Heaven Dou Royal Team, and in a few days I'll be taking the entrance test for the Heaven Dou Royal Team's reserve members.]
Bibi Dong's pupils contracted sharply.
Transmigration?
Another world?
The two words struck at the very foundations of her understanding.
At her level, she had a deeper grasp of the world's laws. That was precisely why she understood how terrifying this was.
Even becoming a god at level one hundred only meant ascending to the Divine Realm. She had never heard of anyone crossing over from another world.
"Could this be a power beyond the gods?"
Bibi Dong's heart churned like a stormy sea. The expression with which she looked at the diary in her hand turned grave.
Since this thing could appear from thin air and record such unbelievable content, it was surely no ordinary object.
But soon, one phrase caught her attention.
"Bibi Dong's book?"
Bibi Dong frowned, lightly tapping the armrest of her throne as she pondered.
This Qin Feng had read a book about me in his original world?
Did my existence reach that world, too?
Or was this so-called "book" a biography recounting my glorious life?
At that thought, Bibi Dong's tense expression eased somewhat.
It made sense. As the Pope of Spirit Hall and a prodigy blessed with Twin Martial Souls, it was only natural for her to be celebrated in other worlds.
"At least the boy has good taste."
Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes widened slightly with curiosity as she continued reading.
[Thank goodness for Spirit Hall's subsidies. Otherwise, in this dangerous Douluo World, an orphan like me would never have survived this long.]
[I have that Bibi Dong to thank for it. She ordered Spirit Hall to provide orphanages and other forms of assistance for orphans across the continent.]
[And it isn't just orphans. Spirit Hall also gives stipends to low-ranking Soul Masters across the world. Even in a place like the Heaven Dou Empire, you can collect money every month as long as you register at a Spirit Hall Branch.]
[I just went to collect ten Gold Soul Coins today. Feels great. I've got to praise Spirit Hall first, and praise Bibi Dong.]
Seeing this, a satisfied expression appeared on Bibi Dong's otherwise chilly face.
She adjusted her posture slightly, crossing her long legs, and felt her mood inexplicably brighten.
Over the years, countless people on the continent had cursed her.
The two empires saw her as a scourge. The Upper Three Sects feared and guarded against her. Even within Spirit Hall, the old men of the Worship Hall paid her lip service while defying her behind her back.
Everyone saw only her iron-fisted methods and burning ambition.
Few remembered that she had stood firm against opposition to maintain subsidies for common Soul Masters, giving homeless orphans a place to call home.
Bibi Dong had been an orphan herself. Better than anyone, she knew how hard it was for common folk without connections to survive in a world where the strong preyed on the weak.
"At least you understand."
The faintest smile touched Bibi Dong's lips, and Qin Feng, the transmigrator, gained a little in her estimation.
At least he knew how to be grateful.
However, the next passage made the smile on Bibi Dong's face freeze at once.
[Although Bibi Dong used to be an ungrateful wretch and killed Qian Xunji, she did help me, and I can't deny that.]
[But Bibi Dong really is blind. How could she fall for that useless Yu Xiaogang? Yu Xiaogang is a complete freeloader who kept deceiving Bibi Dong...]
[He took Spirit Hall's Elder Token around to show off, stole Spirit Hall's materials and compiled them into his own theories, then turned around and helped Tang San fight Spirit Hall. It's absolutely disgusting.]
Boom!
A terrifying killing intent erupted from Bibi Dong in an instant, and the temperature around her plunged to freezing.