Son! Your Mother Is Pope Bibi Dong!

"Mom! Spirit Hall will establish a nation sooner or later, and then it'll go to war with the two great empires!"

"Just listen to me. Let's leave Spirit Hall, establish our own kingdom, and seize the chance to found a nation and become emperor when the world falls into chaos!"

"Look at the Imperial Seal Spirit I awakened. It bears the words: 'By the Mandate of Heaven, may it enjoy eternal prosperity'!"

"Even Heaven is supporting us. If you keep following that crazy woman Bibi Dong in Spirit Hall, you'll die in the war sooner or later!"

Within Spirit City stood a luxurious yet understated residence.

A child who had just turned six and had only recently awakened his Martial Soul was passionately trying to persuade a middle-aged woman like a grown man.

The middle-aged woman was beautiful and still carried herself with mature charm. Not a single wrinkle marked her face, and her looks were exceptional.

The excited child was named Song Ye. He was the adopted son whom this middle-aged woman had found and raised.

As for this middle-aged woman, she appeared to be merely Song Ye's adoptive mother, and publicly, she seemed to be nothing more than a Soul Saint of Spirit Hall.

But what Song Ye did not know was that his adoptive mother was none other than the current Pope of Spirit Hall, the inheritor chosen by the Rakshasa God—Bibi Dong!

It all began six years ago...

Song Ye was not originally a native of Douluo Continent. He was a transmigrator from Blue Star.

Like ninety-nine percent of transmigrators, Song Ye had been an orphan in both his past and present lives. He had nearly starved to death right after being born.

But in his moment of peril, a woman appeared. Moved by compassion and overflowing with motherly love, she took him in and raised him.

From then on, Song Ye lived with the woman and became her son.

Over the past six years, Song Ye had learned that his adoptive mother—or rather, his mother—was a Soul Saint bishop of Spirit Hall, holding great authority and status.

Unfortunately, Song Ye had thoroughly read the original novel. He knew exactly what kind of lunatic Bibi Dong, the current Pope of Spirit Hall, was.

Over the years, he had constantly urged his mother to leave Spirit Hall so she would not become cannon fodder in the future war.

And as a transmigrator blessed with foreknowledge, Song Ye believed that as long as his mother was willing to listen to him, he could make proper arrangements. By then, mother and son might not be unable to reach the pinnacle together.

But his mother seemed more loyal to Spirit Hall than he had imagined and had never listened to him.

Until today!

Today was the day Song Ye awakened his Martial Soul.

No one could have expected that Song Ye's awakened Martial Soul would not be anything else, but the Imperial Jade Seal!

Over the past six years, Song Ye had gained a deep understanding of this world and learned that Douluo Continent also placed great importance on the symbolic meaning of the Imperial Seal.

It was the symbol of an emperor. It would surely help him reach the pinnacle, and he might even have a chance to contend for rulership over Douluo Continent!

That only made Song Ye more anxious, afraid that his mother would waste her entire life in this lousy Spirit Hall!

Unfortunately, Song Ye did not know that his mother was not some so-called Soul Saint, but Bibi Dong herself—the very woman he had been cursing all along.

At that moment, Song Ye looked at the awkward yet complicated expression on Bibi Dong's face.

Song Ye guessed that his mother was still hesitating.

With a helpless sigh, he hurriedly summoned his Martial Soul.

In an instant, a square piece of exquisite pale-green jade appeared in Song Ye's hand, carved with dragons and phoenixes.

Holding the Imperial Seal, Song Ye pointed at the eight large characters on its face and said:

"Mom, look!"

"By the Mandate of Heaven! May it enjoy eternal prosperity!"

"These eight words appeared directly along with my Martial Soul. Even now, you're still hesitating? You still want to stay in Spirit Hall and follow that crazy woman Bibi Dong?!"

By the time he reached the final sentence, Song Ye was practically shouting.

If Bibi Dong had not set up a Soul Power barrier in advance, outsiders would have heard him.

Yet another "crazy woman Bibi Dong" made Bibi Dong feel extremely awkward.

The corner of her eye twitched as she asked somewhat helplessly:

"Ye'er, Mother saw it. Mother saw it clearly."

"Mother never expected you to awaken such an imperial Martial Soul. Perhaps this truly is Heaven's will."

"But Mother is, after all, a member of Spirit Hall. The current Pope thinks highly of Mother, so I cannot leave."

"Ye'er, you tell Mother every day that there is something wrong with the Pope, but I don't think the Pope can be that bad, can she?"

Song Ye froze. Seeing Bibi Dong speak this way, he immediately sighed.

"Mom, have you been brainwashed by Bibi Dong?"

"Is being bad even the issue? Bibi Dong, she... she isn't right in the head!"

"Sigh, the reasons behind it are far too complicated. I can't explain them well."

"Take another good look. How could you possibly fail to understand what my Martial Soul represents?"

"Mother understands. Mother just, uh..."

Bibi Dong trailed off halfway through, unable to think of an excuse.

For her, she had never expected that the adopted son she had finally taken in would curse her every day.

Six years ago, Bibi Dong had sent Qian Renxue away about a year earlier.

Had Song Ye never appeared, Bibi Dong would have continued as in the original novel, calmly serving as the so-called Pope.

Then, following the plot of the original novel, Spirit Hall would establish a nation, launch a war, and she would ultimately die at Tang San's hands.

However, Song Ye, this transmigrator, had appeared by chance.

Six years ago, Bibi Dong was at the most lost point in her life. Qian Xunji, the enemy she hated most, had been killed by her.

She had obtained the position of Pope of Spirit Hall, and the Rakshasa God's inheritance had also been successfully activated.

Even Qian Renxue, the daughter she loathed seeing every day, had finally been sent away by her to infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire as a spy.

At first, Bibi Dong had felt rather relaxed then, thinking that her life had finally entered a new phase.

But only a year after sending Qian Renxue away, she found herself even more lost, unable to see the true direction of her life.

Then, by chance, she arrived at a farmhouse and found Song Ye, who had become an orphan the moment he was born.

Perhaps it was fate drawing them together, or perhaps Bibi Dong still retained some motherly love.

When she saw Song Ye as an infant, Bibi Dong heard that this newborn baby neither cried nor fussed, but called her Mom in her arms.

Her motherly instincts surged, and she knew it was far too abnormal for a newborn to call someone Mom.

Yet in the end, as though possessed, she adopted Song Ye. She concealed her identity the entire time, pretending to be an ordinary Soul Saint working for Spirit Hall.

And so, she had been Song Ye's mother for six years.

Over those six years, Song Ye had been obedient and sensible, mature and wise beyond his years, and sincerely good to her. Gradually, Bibi Dong had completely come to see him as her own child.

Especially today, when Song Ye, her son, had actually awakened a Martial Soul like the Imperial Seal, one overflowing with symbolic significance.

Bibi Dong increasingly felt that this was the child who should truly have been hers, the treasure written into her fate...

It was only a pity that the child did not know she was Pope Bibi Dong, and cursed her in front of her every day.

Bibi Dong was utterly helpless and could not explain herself, so every time, she could only answer awkwardly, unsure of what to say.