Reunion with the Ancestor: How Did You Shrink into a Six-Year-Old Little Radish Head?!

Provoked into a surge of blood and fury by Nan Feng's outrageously shameless barrage of mockery, Bibi Dong took a deep breath. She felt that if she stayed here any longer, even if the Rakshasa God's evil thoughts were suppressed, Nan Feng would sooner or later anger her into developing new resentment.

"I'm leaving."

Bibi Dong resumed her cool expression and bid Nan Feng farewell. "Since Ancestor still needs to remain here to complete his Godly Trial, I won't disturb you. I have my own path to follow as well."

Nan Feng did not try to stop her, nor did he continue his venomous teasing.

He casually snapped his fingers, and the massive door woven from thick Spider Silk behind him slowly opened.

Outside, the dark crimson blood plasma rolling along Hell Road and the sickeningly sweet, hot wind poured in at once.

Standing before the doorway, Bibi Dong took a deep breath of that long-missed scent of danger.

She did not turn around, merely saying softly, "Thank you. Goodbye."

"That's it?"

Nan Feng crossed his arms and raised a brow. "This is practically a life-and-death farewell. Aren't you going to give your ancestor a hug?"

Bibi Dong paused.

She hesitated for a moment before finally turning around and walking up to Nan Feng.

She rose slightly onto her toes, rested her head against his broad chest, and gently wrapped her arms around him.

There was nothing suggestive about it, only the gratitude of surviving a disaster and a longing for this inexplicable warmth.

"Thank you... Nan Feng."

As her words fell, Bibi Dong released him. Without lingering any longer, she turned and leaped off the narrow bridge of Hell Road without hesitation, shooting toward the final exit.

Nan Feng stood where he was, watching her resolute figure vanish into the far end of the blood-red abyss.

Then he looked around at the enormous Spider Silk Palace he had woven with his own hands, where he had lived for who knew how many years.

"Time to... get out and take a walk."

After a harrowing battle for her life, Bibi Dong finally made it out of the end of Hell Road.

The instant she passed through that curtain of white light and completely left the barrier of the Capital of Slaughter, an immense amount of incomparably pure killing intent surged madly into her body, continuously compressing and solidifying before ultimately branding a pale mark onto her Martial Soul.

Divine Slaughter's Domain, complete!

Yet this violent compression process also drained the last of her strength. Her vision went black, and she completely lost consciousness.

A gentle breeze swept by, carrying the fresh fragrance of flowers and grass.

When Bibi Dong opened her eyes again, the sight that greeted her was the long-missed blue sky and white clouds.

There was no oppressive dark crimson dome, no pungent stench of blood.

The hundred hellish battles she had experienced in the Capital of Slaughter now seemed like nothing more than a distant, absurd nightmare.

"I'm out..."

Bibi Dong murmured as she pushed herself upright.

But in the next instant, her eyes inevitably dimmed.

"Nan Feng..."

A trace of loneliness crept onto her beautiful face.

In this cold, cruel world, she had finally met someone who understood her and sincerely protected her. Yet... after recognizing each other for only a few short days, they had parted just like that?

Just as Bibi Dong was filled with melancholy and sinking into sorrow—

Whoosh!

A face suddenly dangled upside down from a tree branch without warning, thrust directly before the tip of her nose.

"Hi! Little Dongdong, did you miss me?"

Bibi Dong sharply drew in a breath, utterly stunned.

The face before her was exquisitely delicate and looked no more than five or six years old.

But...

Those Heterochromatic Double Pupils—deep purple in the left eye and dark green in the right—as well as that punchable tone and that punchable upside-down pose!

"Nan... Nan Feng?!"

Bibi Dong's eyes widened, and her voice cracked.

The miniature Nan Feng raised a brow, a smug look appearing on his little face.

"Oh? You recognized me even like this? Looks like you're deeply in love with me."

Hearing that familiar shameless line, Bibi Dong's tense body instantly relaxed.

But immediately afterward, she looked him up and down in utter disbelief.

"How did you... become like this?"

The tall man who had been nearly two meters in height and possessed such terrifying presence had actually shrunk into an adorably soft five- or six-year-old boy?!

The contrast was simply too deadly!

Nan Feng performed a somersault and landed steadily on the ground. After dusting off his little hands, he sighed. "I thought about it, and I still couldn't rest easy leaving you to go out alone."

"So, I forcibly paused that damned eighth trial and snuck out."

Nan Feng helplessly spread his hands. "As a result, it triggered the Godly Trial's punishment mechanism and turned me into this ridiculous state."

Bibi Dong froze, her heart jolting. "A punishment?"

"Yeah!"

Nan Feng curled his lip and complained, "You have no idea how much that old bastard God of Evil loves screwing people over! This Godly Trial is completely designed to torment me in every possible way. If the rewards for clearing it weren't so generous, I would've quit long ago!"

Bibi Dong looked at the little radish head before her with a complicated expression.

An indescribable mixture of bitterness and emotion welled up in her heart.

"You... why did you have to go this far?"

She turned her head away, her eyes slightly red. "You even delayed your Godly Trial and became like this... all just to come find me."

"Little Dongdong, I've realized that not only is your memory bad, but there seems to be something wrong with your ears too." Little Nan Feng crossed his arms and lectured her with the solemn air of an old man. "Didn't I just say it? I was worried about you!"

"You're still burdened by the evil thoughts of that sinister Rakshasa thing, and now you're heading back alone to that man-eating den of tigers and wolves in Spirit City. What if that old brat Qian Xunji loses his mind again and attacks you, or you can't hold back and expose your killing intent... What if something happens?"

Bibi Dong bit her lip hard, fighting back tears as she stubbornly retorted, "But you've become a five- or six-year-old child. Even if you stay by my side, what can you possibly do for me? You can barely protect yourself."

"Barely protect myself?" Little Nan Feng raised a brow.

"Where did you get that impression?"

Boom—!

The instant the words left his mouth, a terrifying pressure so intense it made one suffocate soared into the sky from the seemingly harmless six-year-old child!

The surrounding flowers, grass, and trees were instantly pressed flat by that aura, and even the air itself seemed to freeze.

Although this aura was somewhat restrained due to his smaller body and was far less world-destroying than it had been on Hell Road...

It was absolutely a genuine, terrifying pressure at the level of a Peak Douluo!

Seeing the horror in Bibi Dong's eyes, Nan Feng withdrew his aura and explained.

"My Godly Trial has now reached the eighth trial. Every time I complete a trial, ten percent of the Soul Power in my body is forcibly converted into pure evil energy and sealed away."

"In other words, a full seventy percent of the Soul Power in my body is now Ultimate Evil Energy that I cannot use. Only after I complete all the Godly Trials can I fully convert it into true Evil Divine Power and challenge the position of God King."

Nan Feng raised his little chin proudly. "In other words, even though I'm a child now and can only use thirty percent of my Soul Power..."

"Still... even with only those thirty percent left."

Nan Feng's gaze was domineering. "On this Douluo Continent, aside from peerless Douluos who have likewise reached Rank Ninety-Nine..."

"Probably no one can stop me."

Of course, that explanation was only half true, half a bluff from Nan Feng.

His Godly Trial really was set up that way: every time he completed a trial, ten percent of the Soul Power in his body would be forcibly converted into pure evil energy.

However, this evil energy was not truly "completely unusable."

The price was simply enormous, and the risk extremely high.

If he rashly used this Ultimate Evil Energy before it had been fully converted, it could very likely cause irreversible damage to the conversion of divine power when he challenged the position of God King in the future.

Still, if it truly came down to life and death, or if someone pissed him off badly enough that he had to kill them...

He could pull this stuff out at any time and smash it right into the other person's face.