Why Is Creating Your Own Divine Seat Better Than Inheriting One!

Bibi Dong was completely stunned for a moment.

In those originally cold and majestic phoenix eyes, a flash of incredulous shock and the panic of having her deepest secret touched flickered clearly.

Ever since that night years ago when she devoured Qian Xunji and initiated the Rakshasa God inheritance—a legacy filled with evil thoughts and resentment—this secret had been like the deepest thorn, buried in the darkest corner of her heart. She had hidden it with extreme caution; even Qian Daoliu, that Limit Douluo, had never sensed the aura of a god quietly gestating within her.

This was her core secret.

Yet, the teenager before her, who appeared to be only a Soul Ancestor, had so nonchalantly laid bare her greatest hidden truth in a single sentence!

"This... how is this possible?!"

Shock raced through her heart, causing even Bibi Dong's voice to carry an imperceptible tremor.

The terrifying pressure that had been permeating the air due to the release of her martial soul and soul rings faltered for an instant, disrupted by the violent fluctuation of her emotions.

After a brief moment of loss of composure, Bibi Dong, a Pope with a deeply calculating mind, quickly forced herself to calm down.

She looked again at Yang Teng, who was suspended in mid-air by her invisible power. The cold killing intent and scrutiny in her eyes quietly faded, replaced by an extremely complex sense of inquiry and an indescribable wariness.

Her tone, previously cold and threatening, underwent a subtle change, becoming slightly gentler and tinged with a hint of probing.

"Who exactly are you?"

Bibi Dong's voice was very low, her eyes locked onto Yang Teng, attempting to discern a clue from his face.

"How could you possibly know... about this?"

Yang Teng remained suspended by the invisible force, his posture quite disheveled, yet the mocking smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

He twisted his neck as if merely feeling uncomfortable, then spoke in a tone that was complaining yet clearly teasing:

"Hey, I say... Your Majesty the Pope, is this how you treat..."

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, looked at him deeply, and weighed her options for a moment. Finally, her fingers moved imperceptibly.

The invisible force binding Yang Teng vanished instantly, and he landed lightly back on the ground, brushing the dust off his clothes.

This scene left everyone present stunned.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Ning Fengzhi, Shrek's Flender, Liu Erlong, Yu Xiaogang, as well as Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others were all dumbfounded, barely able to believe their eyes.

A second ago, the Spirit Hall Pope had been brimming with killing intent, grabbing Yang Teng as if he were an ant.

The next second, Pope Bibi Dong's attitude had undergone a 180-degree turn!

Not only had she withdrawn her killing intent, but her tone had changed, and she had even released Yang Teng. This turn of events was far too fast and bizarre.

Bibi Dong did not notice the astonished gazes of the crowd. She looked at the grounded Yang Teng, struggling to maintain the majesty of a Pope, but the wariness and inquiry deep in her eyes only intensified.

She spoke slowly, her voice no longer cold, but instead carrying a tone of near-equal negotiation.

"Yang Teng... my young friend."

This form of address, coming from the Pope, sounded exceptionally strange.

"I think there may be some misunderstanding between us."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the scene, lingering for a moment on Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi, before returning to Yang Teng with an invitation that brooked no refusal:

"Let us put today's matter aside for now. When your Tianshui Academy arrives at Spirit City for the grand finals, I hope we can have a private opportunity to have a proper talk. How about it?"

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo shouted almost simultaneously, their faces filled with confusion and urgency.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan could not help but point toward the Shrek Academy group, specifically at Tang San, and said sharply:

"Your Majesty! What about them? Are we just going to let this go?"

Bibi Dong cast a cold glance at the two, the chill in her gaze silencing them instantly.

She let out a cold snort, her voice regaining the coldness and arrogance befitting a Pope, with a deliberate, nonchalant air:

"A mere junior, nothing worth mentioning. This Seat... shall let it slide for today."

She did not explicitly mention Tang San's name; he was merely an insignificant character.

Without waiting for anyone to react, Bibi Dong swept her gaze across all the soul masters present and announced loudly, her voice carried by soul power throughout the canyon:

"Pass on my order! The representative teams of the Heaven Dou Empire academies were attacked by an unknown force on their way to Spirit City. Upon receiving the news, Spirit Hall immediately dispatched elites to provide assistance!"

"Fortunately, through the efforts of all parties, the enemy was repelled, and there were no casualties! This attack is of a vile nature! Spirit Hall will spare no cost to track down the mastermind behind this attack and punish them severely!"

These words effectively reclassified Spirit Hall's attempted assassination as an attack by an unknown force, with Spirit Hall cast as the righteous party providing aid.

Such a distortion of the truth was, however, a way to quell the situation.

Truly a thief crying 'stop thief'! This woman... I'm impressed!

Yang Teng thought to himself.

Bibi Dong did not linger. With a flash of purple light, her figure turned into a streak of light and vanished above the canyon.

She left the group of Spirit Hall soul masters looking at one another, completely at a loss.

The atmosphere in the canyon turned extremely strange and subtle.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin watched the direction in which Bibi Dong had departed, his brows tightly locked as doubts swirled in his heart.

He retracted his Seven Kill Sword and walked over to Yang Teng, who was preparing to return to the Tianshui Academy team, blocking his path.

At this moment, his face was also filled with confusion and curiosity.

"This young friend... you must be Yang Teng, right?"

Chen Xin's voice held a note of inquiry.

"I wonder what you said to Bibi Dong just now? To make her... change her attitude so abruptly?"

Chen Xin truly could not fathom what words could make a figure like Bibi Dong change her mind in an instant.

"Senior Sword Douluo, is your brain... perhaps damaged from the fight just now?"

His tone was utterly impolite; if you want to ask something, just ask, why block my way?

"Even Pope Bibi Dong doesn't dare to do anything to me. Does your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect... think your necks are harder than the Pope's scepter?"

These words were extremely rude, carrying even a naked threat.

Chen Xin's expression darkened. As a Super Douluo, he was on the verge of erupting, but the sword hilt he had just gripped tightly slowly loosened.

He recalled Bibi Dong's abnormal, extreme change in attitude and remembered the various incredible aspects of Yang Teng.

Anyone capable of making Bibi Dong wary enough to retreat was definitely not simple!

Chen Xin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the displeasure and doubt in his heart, and stepped aside to clear the path, saying nothing more.

However, his sharp eyes remained fixed on Yang Teng's retreating back.

Yang Teng couldn't be bothered to pay him any more mind and walked straight back to the Tianshui Academy team.

Shui Bing'er and the others immediately gathered around, their faces filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and endless curiosity about Yang Teng, but seeing he had no intention of explaining, they dared not ask further.

Gu Yena stood quietly to the side, her silver hair and purple eyes as cold and aloof as ever.

She watched Yang Teng walk back and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, her tone carrying a faint hint of evaluation:

"That woman is quite strong indeed! Young as she is, she has already been favored by a deity."

She had clearly sensed the aura of the Rakshasa God hidden within Bibi Dong.

"Indeed, her strength is quite good."

Yang Teng nodded in agreement, but immediately curled his lip, his tone turning dismissive.

"It's just that, regarding her brain... there are too many issues, it's hard to evaluate!"

Gu Yena glanced at him and then asked:

"After winning the championship, what do you plan to do?"

She knew that Yang Teng participating in the tournament was definitely not just for the title.

Yang Teng stretched, his tone relaxed and casual, as if he were talking about a trivial matter:

"After winning? Hmm... I'll go inherit the Asura God position for fun! One still has to go through the motions, after all!"

"The main purpose of participating in this tournament was to humiliate Shrek! Otherwise, why would I waste my time here?"

Gu Yena nodded, then tilted her head to look at him.

"You? With your background and identity... do you still need to inherit a god position from the Douluo God Realm?"

Gu Yena knew that behind Yang Teng stood an existence far more vast and higher-ranked than the Douluo God Realm.

"Of course I do."

Yang Teng said as if it were a matter of course.

"Since my ultimate goal is to upgrade and expand this Douluo God Realm into a God Star of my own, possessing a native god position makes things more convenient. Besides, creating a god position from scratch is too much trouble!"

Gu Yena listened and fell silent for a moment, understanding his plan.

She waved her hand lightly, her tone returning to its usual coldness:

"As you wish. You can toss the God Realm about however you like."

She paused, a flicker of determination in her purple eyes as she looked at Yang Teng and added:

"However, you must not forget what you promised me."

"The suffering of my Soul Beast clan, caused by the splitting of the Dragon God, and the path to godhood severed by the rules of the God Realm—you must resolve these."

"In the future God Star, there must be a place for my clan's soul beasts to ascend and become gods!"

Yang Teng extended a fist, a playful grin on his face.

"Consider it done!"