Bibi Dong Becomes a God, Yan Absorbs the Heavenly Flames!

She had spent a full four hours sweeping those nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps!

Every speck of dust on these stone steps felt as heavy as a thousand jun, imbued with some terrifying law of gravity.

As for her 99th-rank Limit Douluo soul power, which she had always taken such pride in, it was suppressed here like a candle flickering in the wind; merely resisting this gravity had exhausted every ounce of her foundation.

"The last... step..."

Bibi Dong gritted her silver teeth, trembling as she swept the fallen leaves from the final step.

"Clatter."

The moment the last leaf fell, her entire body felt as if it had collapsed from exhaustion, and she slumped onto the cold stone steps without a shred of dignity, gasping for air.

As the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall, when had she ever suffered such hardship in her life?

Even when she underwent the Rakshasa God trials, she had never endured such pure, dual torment of both body and soul!

"Is this truly the trial of the Heavenly Palace?"

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong raised her head to look at the mountain gate before her, which still towered into the clouds as if it had no end.

At this moment, beyond the exhaustion in her eyes, there was a shock that resonated from the depths of her soul.

Because just now, while sweeping, she had occasionally looked up and witnessed a scene that caused her entire worldview to collapse.

She had seen a child, who looked no older than seven or eight, humming a tune as he ran down the mountain with a gourd on his back that was larger than he was.

When the boy passed by her, he had glanced at her out of curiosity, and the aura that leaked out in that instant was stronger than her own, a 99th-rank Limit Douluo!

Could a seven or eight-year-old child possess an aura comparable to a god-level powerhouse of the Douluo Continent?

In that moment, Bibi Dong even wondered if she had gone mad.

"Finished?"

Just as Bibi Dong was doubting her own existence, that aged voice rang out once more.

The old man who had been sweeping—the one who had given her a show of strength earlier—had appeared silently behind her without her even noticing.

"Senior...!"

Bibi Dong shuddered, hurriedly struggling to climb up from the ground and bowing respectfully, her attitude as humble as a novice apprentice.

"This junior has fulfilled the task; all the steps have been swept clean."

Hearing this, the old man glanced indifferently at the spotless stone steps and nodded slightly.

"A bit slow, and your constitution is ridiculously poor—like paper."

"But at least your temperament is resilient enough; you didn't slack off."

Hearing this assessment, Bibi Dong could only lower her head with a bitter expression.

Ridiculously poor constitution? Like paper?

If these words were spoken on the Douluo Continent, who would dare say such a thing to a Limit Douluo with twin spirits?

But in this world where even a seven-year-old child was stronger than her, she knew the old man was speaking the truth.

"Since the work is done, it's time to eat."

With that, the old man waved his hand, and from somewhere, he produced a worn, coarse porcelain bowl. Inside was half a bowl of white liquid, looking like some unknown rice porridge with a few green vegetable leaves floating on top.

"Here."

The old man handed the broken bowl to Bibi Dong.

"This is the meal for a chore disciple. Eat."

Looking at the bowl of white porridge, which seemed almost pathetic, Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment.

This was it?

She, the dignified Pope, had worked herself to the bone sweeping for four hours, nearly losing her life in the process, and this was all she got to eat?

In Spirit Hall, even the pigs wouldn't be fed something like this!

A wave of intense humiliation surged into her heart, but hindered by the old man's terrifying strength, she dared not lash out.

"What? You look down on it?"

The old man seemed to see right through her thoughts and let out a cold snort.

"If you won't eat it, I'll pour it out."

"I'll eat! This junior will eat!"

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and finally took the broken bowl with trembling hands.

When one is under the eaves, one must bow one's head.

To survive, to become stronger, she would swallow anything—not just porridge, but even poison!

With that, Bibi Dong closed her eyes and, with the resolve of someone facing death, raised the bowl and took a small sip.

However, the very moment that seemingly ordinary white porridge slid down her throat...

Bibi Dong's eyes snapped open, her pupils instantly contracting to the absolute limit!

That was no porridge; it was clearly a mass of liquefied, ultra-refined energy!

As soon as this energy entered her stomach, it surged toward her limbs and bones like a volcanic eruption.

Her meridians, previously withered from overexertion, let out a joyous roar as they were nourished by this influx of power.

What... what on earth is this?!

For a moment, Bibi Dong was shocked beyond measure.

With just a single mouthful!

She felt the bottleneck that had remained unmoved for so long within her body actually develop a crack under the impact of this energy.

Even her soul, which had become dark and twisted from accepting the Rakshasa God's trials, grew clearer under the cleansing effect of this energy.

Could these vegetable leaves be ten-thousand-year spirit herbs?

Could these grains of rice be legendary immortal-grade treasures?

Bibi Dong looked at the remaining half-bowl of porridge, the humiliation and unwillingness in her eyes vanishing in an instant.

A divine object!

It was simply a divine object!

At this moment, she no longer cared about the dignity of a Pope. She lifted the bowl and began to gulp it down without regard for her image, even licking the very last drop of broth from the bottom of the bowl clean!

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent, at Spirit Hall.

Inside the Pope Palace, there was dead silence.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stared at the light screen, watching Bibi Dong hold a broken bowl and lick the bottom like a starving ghost. The two looked at each other, seeing the blank shock in each other's eyes.

"Is... is this really Your Holiness the Pope?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice trembled, his worldview shattering into pieces:

"Even if she suffered in that world, she shouldn't be starved to this extent, right?"

"That's just a bowl of plain porridge, not even a piece of meat in it, yet Your Holiness... she's eating it with such relish?"

Beside him, Ghost Douluo was also questioning reality:

"Is the food in that world really that bad? Or has the Pope been driven mad by torture?"

At this moment, it wasn't just them; every spirit master across the entire continent felt a sense of inexplicable absurdity watching this scene.

The dignified number one person of the Douluo Continent was wearing an expression as if she had obtained a rare treasure, all for half a bowl of swill-like porridge.

How pathetic was this?

However, just as everyone assumed Bibi Dong had been driven mad by hunger, a sudden change erupted on the light screen!

"Hum!"

Bibi Dong, having finished the porridge, suddenly erupted with a light so brilliant it reached the extreme!

Immediately following, the phantoms of her two massive martial souls, the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor, emerged uncontrollably behind her!

Even more terrifying was that as she digested the energy within her, her ninth spirit ring—originally black and red—began to tremble violently, its color undergoing an astonishing transformation!

Red... deep red... dark gold...

Finally, under the horrified gazes of every spirit master on the continent, that hundred-thousand-year spirit ring forcibly evolved into a brilliant golden divine ring radiating an aura of nobility!

Boom!

In an instant, a terrifying aura that transcended the limits of a Limit Douluo and even touched the realm of gods surged forth, leaving the entire Douluo Continent behind the light screen gasping in shock.

"A... a god-level aura?!"

In the Consecration Hall, the teacup in Qian Daoliu's hand shattered into pieces with a snap. He rose abruptly, his murky old eyes filled with terror:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"She only drank a bowl of porridge—a bowl of plain porridge that even the servants eat!"

"How could it directly shatter the shackles of level 99 and even cause a spirit ring to undergo a god-level evolution?!"

At this moment, Qian Daoliu lost his mind.

It wasn't just him; every Titled Douluo on the continent lost their minds.

They had cultivated for a hundred years to become gods, even going so far as to sacrifice their own kin to inherit divine positions.

Yet now, Bibi Dong was telling them that in that high-dimensional world, the key to becoming a god lay in a bowl of plain porridge, something so common that even the servants looked down on it?

"What kind of porridge is this? What kind of divine porridge is this, anyway!"

"Give me a mouthful! I'm willing to trade all my spirit bones for that bowl of porridge!"

At this moment, countless old monsters stuck at their bottlenecks stared at that broken bowl with bloodshot eyes, consumed by a jealousy that tore them apart.

Meanwhile, before the gates of Heavenly Palace Mountain.

Bibi Dong trembled all over, feeling the ocean-like power surging within her body and the qualitative change brought about by that golden spirit ring.

Finally, she slowly raised her head to look at the expressionless old man sweeping the floor before her.

She dropped to her knees with a thud, though this time, it was with genuine sincerity.

She, Bibi Dong, was not without a heart of gratitude; the only reason she had killed her teacher, Qian Xunji, was because he had violated her first.

"Many thanks to you, Senior, for the gift!"

"This junior is willing to sweep the floors of Heavenly Palace for a lifetime!"

At this moment, Bibi Dong wondered what was so great about being a Pope. Was being a frog in a well on the Douluo Continent really better than having a promising future as a cleaning lady at Heavenly Palace?

"Heh, a gift?"

However, upon hearing Bibi Dong's words, the old man glanced at the excited woman, a mocking curve tugging at the corner of his mouth as he picked up the broken bowl from the ground.

"That was merely the leftover spirit water from this morning's meal, a piece of trash made from boiling a few hundred-year-old Dragon Tooth Rice."

"Since you like eating it, you may go to the kitchen to collect a bowl every day after you finish sweeping."

Having said that, the old man turned and walked away, leaving only one sentence echoing in the mountain breeze:

"Remember, work hard and do not bring shame upon your Master."

Bibi Dong knelt on the ground, listening to these words. Far from feeling any dissatisfaction, her heart was filled with wild ecstasy.

Trash? So what!

As long as she could grow stronger, she would gladly drink swill for the rest of her life!

"Yes, this junior will certainly work hard!"

After bowing her head heavily toward the old man's retreating back, Bibi Dong slowly stood up.

Behind her, the billions of living beings on the Douluo Continent fell silent as they watched the once-lofty Pope show such gratitude for a daily bowl of white porridge.

However, just as Bibi Dong was looking forward to when she could have her next bowl, the scene on the firmament shifted abruptly.

Of the five screens originally displayed, the one belonging to Yan of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation suddenly lit up with a blinding red light!

Battle Through the Heavens Plane, an unknown subterranean world of molten lava.

There was no ethereal immortal energy here as in Heavenly Palace, nor the prosperity of the Great Gan Dynasty; there was only endless heat and dark red magma.

The temperature in the air was terrifying; even steel would melt instantly here.

"Huff, huff..."

At this moment, Yan was encased in heavy, dark red armor—the form his spirit, Flame Lord, took when possessing him.

As a standout of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation and a level 52 assault-type Spirit King, he possessed a top-tier dual fire-and-earth attribute spirit, granting him extreme resistance to high temperatures.

But even so, he was drenched in sweat, and his spirit power was depleting rapidly.

"Damn it! Why is this hellhole so hot?"

Yan wiped the sweat from his face and added:

"But wealth is sought in danger. Since the environment here is so harsh, it must surely be nurturing some world-shaking treasure!"

Just as he struggled across a lake of magma, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

In the center of a natural altar formed of obsidian, a cluster of deep yellow flames burned silently.

Though the flame was only the size of a palm and looked unremarkable—not even radiating any heat—the space around it appeared strangely distorted, as if the light itself were being swallowed by it.

What excited Yan even more was that the aura emanating from the flame perfectly matched his spirit's attributes!

"Heavy as earth, scorching as fire..."

For a moment, Yan's eyes widened, and his heart began to pound violently.

"Is... is this my destiny?!"

"This must be some kind of top-tier fire-attribute treasure! If I can absorb it, my Flame Lord spirit will definitely undergo a second mutation!"

"When that happens, everyone will be trampled beneath my feet! Even Hu Liena will have to look at me with new eyes!"

Greed instantly drowned out Yan's reason.

In the understanding of the Douluo Continent, when encountering an ownerless energy body, one simply used spirit power to guide and absorb it if the attributes matched.

But he had no idea that in this world, there existed a terrifying entity known as Heavenly Flames.

It was a substance that even Dou Emperors or even Dou Zong powerhouses would not dare to touch lightly.

Meanwhile, Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall.

Seeing this scene, the elders, who had been disheartened by Bibi Dong consuming slop, instantly regained their spirits.

"It's Yan!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Guan Yue's peach-blossom eyes lit up sharply as he slapped his thigh in excitement.

"That is an energy construct with dual fire and earth attributes. Looking at the color and form of those flames, it is practically tailor-made for Yan!"

"Could it be that our luck is finally turning?"

Beside him, Ghost Douluo also wore a look of joy.

"Although Her Majesty the Pope has suffered a bit, her strength has greatly increased."

"If that brat Yan can also absorb this cluster of flames, then our Spirit Hall will have two powerhouses capable of standing firm in this world in the future!"

"It is heaven's will! Heaven blesses Spirit Hall!"

For a moment, even Qian Daoliu, who had been sitting in the high seat with a gloomy expression, could not help but nod slightly, a glimmer of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

That flame did not appear overly violent; with Yan's top-tier defensive capabilities and fire-attribute resistance, absorbing it should not be difficult.

If he succeeded, this might just be the hope for Spirit Hall to turn the tables!