The sky is getting dark.
The evening breeze carries the unique gentleness of spring, blowing over the steaming cups of tea on the stone table.
Bibi Dong has returned from Administration Office and is sitting on the stone bench in the yard.
Her body leaned back slightly, her hands resting on the edge of the stone bench, and she looked up at the last orange glow of the sky, feeling a sense of relaxation in her whole body.
She was wearing lavender casual clothes, her long hair was scattered casually on her shoulders, and a few strands of broken hair were blown by the evening breeze, fluttering gently on the side of her face.
Yan Lingji was still busy in the kitchen. The sound of the clinking spatulas and the sizzling sound of oil popping came from the direction of the kitchen, intermittent, mixed with the aroma of the food, and filled the air in the dusk.
Zhao Linchuan walked out of the room, sat down opposite Bibi Dong, reached for the teapot on the stone table, and poured her a cup of tea.
"Dong'er, are Administration Office busy with work recently?" He asked in a gentle tone, his eyes falling on her face with a bit of concern.
"Much better than before." Bibi Dong looked away and replied in a gentle tone, "Someone is doing those trivial things. Now I just need to take care of it and sit in charge."
"Thank you for your hard work." Zhao Linchuan picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup. He said in a soft tone, "My husband has been in retreat recently. Spirit Hall's affairs are entirely dependent on you and Ling Ji."
"Haha." Bibi Dong laughed with a smile on his face.
She picked up the tea cup and blew lightly, making fine ripples appear on the surface of the tea. Then she lowered her head and took a sip, and began to taste the tea, no longer paying attention to Zhao Linchuan's words.
Zhao Linchuan looked at her profile and murmured in his heart: 'Does this girl know something?'
"The meal is ready, can someone help me..." Yan Lingji's voice floated out from the kitchen.
"Here we come, sister Ling Ji!"
Bibi Dong put down the tea cup after hearing the sound, stood up and walked quickly towards the kitchen.
After a while.
Yan Lingji and Bibi Dong brought the food over.
Four dishes and one soup, the ingredients are not that precious, just some simple Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast meat and the shoots of the ten thousand year old plant Soul Beast.
The braised meat pieces were shiny on the porcelain plate, the stir-fried sprouts were dripping green, and the soup was clear to the bottom, with a few green leaves and a few red wolfberries floating on it.
The aroma of vegetables permeates the yard, making people's index fingers twitch.
At the dinner table, Bibi Dong and Yan Lingji took turns serving food to Zhao Linchuan, and a small mountain quickly piled up in the bowl.
Yan Lingji picked a topic and said warmly:
"Husband, when will you get Douluo Continent in your hands?"
"No rush."
Zhao Linchuan stopped his chopsticks, swallowed the food in his mouth, put down his chopsticks, and explained:
"It won't be long. When Two Great Empires makes a mess on the mainland, when will we take action to capture them again?"
"Linchuan."
Bibi Dong Hearing this, he put down the chopsticks in his hands, frowning slightly, with a bit of worry in his eyes.
"I always feel that the mainland is not so easy to unify."
"According to records, Spirit Hall really gave birth to a god, which is our current belief, Angel God."
"According to what you said before, gods need things like 'faith' as 'food'. In this case, Angel God should unify the continent."
"But the strange thing is that Angel God didn't do this."
"I recently read <Record of the Angel God>, and it clearly states that Angel God originally wanted to unify the continent and make the world completely peaceful, but this goal was not implemented."
"And I don't know why, that Angel God ascended directly after leaving his inheritance in a hurry."
Her eyes fell on Zhao Linchuan's face, with a somewhat dignified look in her eyes.
"I suspect there may be some unknown story in this."
"There are gods who feed on faith." Zhao Linchuan explained in a deep tone, "There are also gods who feed on killing."
"If the continent is unified and the world is peaceful, it will be equivalent to depriving some gods of food."
"The gods cannot continue to advance without food."
"Do you think those gods who feed on killing will watch Angel God unify the continent and bring peace to the world?"
"Then what should we do next?" Bibi Dong asked worriedly.
"With the hands of those gods," Zhao Linchuan smiled lightly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "Turn Douluo Continent completely into our back garden."
"Lend their hand?"
Bibi Dong's brows furrowed even more tightly, obviously he didn't fully understand what Zhao Linchuan meant.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Zhao Linchuan picked up the chopsticks, "The food is almost cold."
"After dinner, I will baptize your bodies and wish you to become gods soon."
Late at night.
In a quiet room.
The quiet room is extremely elegantly arranged.
The four walls are made of tens of thousands of years of cold jade produced from Far North. The whole body is glowing with a faint blue cold light, which can isolate all energy fluctuations from the outside world.
The ground is covered with a thick futon woven with Ice Silkworm silk.
The air in the room was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood. In the dim light, wisps of green smoke rose from the incense burner in the corner and swirled.
Zhao Linchuan, Bibi Dong, and Yan Lingji are sitting cross-legged on the ground in a triangular formation.
Zhao Linchuan used divine power to place eighteen levels of restrictions. Golden light patterns spread out from the palm of his hand, wandering, intertwining, and overlapping on the ground like spiritual snakes, layer after layer, completely isolating the inside and outside of the entire quiet room, leaving no gaps.
"Ready--!"
Zhao Linchuan closed his eyes and concentrated, sinking his mind into the sea of consciousness, communicating with Gate of Primordial Starlight, and trying to guide Primordial Starlight to baptize the three of them.
Deep in the sea of consciousness, the ancient "door" trembled slightly and emitted a low hum, which resonated with the eternal stars in the depths of the universe.
A trace of Primordial Starlight was instantly drawn out through the star gate.
It emerged from the void, poured into the quiet room silently, submerged Zhao Linchuan from the inside out, and began to baptize them.
The starlight fell on them, with an indescribable "heavy" feeling. Yan Lingji and Bibi Dong's brows frowned tightly, their lips pursed tightly, and Sisi blood oozed from the corners of their mouths.
The pressure was so great that it was like a mountain pressing down on them mentally and physically, making it difficult for them to breathe.
Zhao Linchuan sensed all this. He took a deep breath, mobilized his divine power, and tried to gather the starlight around him, so as to relieve some pressure on Bibi Dong and Yan Lingji.
Divine power surges out of the body, like golden streams, pulling the starlight in its direction.
Starlight gathered in front of him, getting thicker and denser, like a nebula compressed to the extreme, circling, rotating, and condensing around him...