Here, even the pigs eat better than you!

"Th-this is..."

For a moment, Bibi Dong was stunned. She felt as if she had swallowed a sun!

How could this be pig swill in a broken bowl? This was clearly a peerless divine medicine, the likes of which were rarely seen even in the God Realm!

Another mouthful! I can't waste it! Absolutely cannot waste it!

At this moment, what dignity of a Pope, what feminine reserve—to hell with it all!

Bibi Dong was like a beggar who had gone three days and three nights without food, suddenly confronted with a royal feast.

She disregarded her image, lifted the broken bowl, and frantically poured the contents into her mouth, even sticking out her tongue to lick the last drop of soup from the bottom of the bowl clean!

Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall.

The Pope Palace was deathly silent.

Every elder, including that group of old monsters from the Consecration Hall, had their mouths agape, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

What were they seeing?

Their noble, cold, and aloof Pope, who suffered from mysophobia and was fastidious about every aspect of her life, was actually clutching a broken bowl and licking the residue from the bottom?!

"She's gone mad. Her Holiness the Pope has gone mad."

Ghost Douluo muttered to himself, feeling his worldview shatter into pieces.

"That was just a bowl of spoiled white porridge, not even a piece of meat in it! Just how hungry must Her Holiness be?"

"It's too tragic, truly too tragic."

However, just as everyone assumed Bibi Dong had been abused and suffered a mental breakdown, a sudden change occurred within the light screen!

Hum!!

A golden light of extreme brilliance suddenly erupted from within Bibi Dong's body, instantly illuminating the entire dim mountain gate!

Following that, two massive martial soul projections—the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor—emerged behind her, completely beyond her control.

But this time, the carapaces of these two originally hideous and terrifying spider emperors were shedding, replaced by a crystalline, translucent purple-gold armor that radiated a sacred aura!

Even that originally evil Rakshasa aura was forcibly purified by this overbearing energy, transforming into an even higher and more vast unknown divine power!

What was even more horrifying was her spirit ring!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—red!

That ninth spirit ring, originally a vibrant, dripping red hundred-thousand-year ring, was now trembling violently, its color deepening frantically!

Deep red, dark gold!

Finally, under the suffocating gaze of every spirit master on the continent, that spirit ring underwent a complete metamorphosis, transforming into a dazzling, brilliant golden divine ring that radiated supreme nobility!

Rumble!

At the same time, a terrifying pressure that surpassed a Limit Douluo, and even transcended that of ordinary gods, permeated through the light screen, causing the sky over the entire Douluo Continent to change!

Spirit Hall, Consecration Hall.

Crack!

The Angel Statue in Qian Daoliu's hand was crushed, a crack appearing across its surface.

This peerless Douluo, known as the invincible of the sky, fell to his knees, his entire body trembling as tears of old age streamed down his face. "Divine level... that is the aura of a divine level!!"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

"She only drank a bowl of slop, leftovers that even pigs wouldn't eat! Why would it result in this?!"

"Why have I, this old man, cultivated for a hundred years and served the Angel God for years, yet I cannot compare to a bowl of her leftovers?!"

At this very moment, Qian Daoliu's mental state collapsed.

It wasn't just him; every old monster on the Douluo Continent stuck at a bottleneck had gone insane!

Dugu Bo clutched his hair, his eyes bloodshot. "What kind of porridge was that? What kind of divine porridge is that?! Let me have a sip, I'm willing to abandon this poison cultivation!"

The Seven Kill Sword in Sword Douluo's hand let out a mournful cry. "A bowl of porridge creates a god? Is there no justice left in this world?!"

For a time, a tangle of emotions left the powerhouses of the Douluo Continent in unprecedented chaos.

They fought to the death for a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, and wiped out entire clans for a few spirit bones.

Yet in that high-dimensional world, the slop someone casually poured away could allow them to become gods on the spot!

This disparity was more painful than death itself!

Heavenly Palace, before the mountain gate.

Bibi Dong felt the surging, ocean-like power within her body and the qualitative change brought about by that golden spirit ring; her entire being was trembling.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the old man before her, who remained expressionless.

This time, she did not kneel out of fear.

"Thud!"

Bibi Dong kowtowed heavily, her forehead striking the stone floor with a crisp sound.

"Thank you, Senior, for bestowing this supreme divine medicine!!"

"This junior—this junior is willing to sweep the floors of the Heavenly Palace for the rest of her life! Unwaveringly until death!"

What Pope? What unification of the continent?

Being a queen who was a frog in a well on the Douluo Continent, how could that compare to the prospects of being a servant eating slop at the Heavenly Palace?!

"Divine medicine?"

Hearing these words, the old man's lips curled into a mocking arc. He picked up the broken bowl from the ground, looking at her as if she were a country bumpkin who had never seen the world: "You are overthinking it."

"That was merely the dishwater left over from scrubbing the pots in the Dining Hall, mixed with a few scraps of Dragon Tooth Rice and some Hundred Herb Leaves used to feed the spirit beasts."

"I originally intended to dump it in the back mountains to feed the pigs, but I gave it to you because I pitied you."

Having said this, the old man shook his head and turned to leave with his hands behind his back, leaving behind only a sentence that left Bibi Dong—and indeed the entire Douluo Continent—suffocating: "Remember, work hard from now on."

"Even what the pigs eat in the Heavenly Palace is a fortune you could only dream of in your world."

"Do not fail to appreciate your blessings."

The wind blew softly.

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

It was dishwater? It was pig feed?

So what!

If this was the pig feed, she was willing to eat it for the rest of her life!

"Yes! This junior will certainly work hard! I will never slack off!"

After saying this, Bibi Dong kowtowed heavily once more toward the old man's retreating back.

And behind her.

The billions of living beings on the Douluo Continent watched the Pope, who was once high and mighty, now groveling in gratitude for a bowl of dishwater every day. Everyone fell silent.

On the other side, the Heavenly Palace.

Main Hall.

Lin Feng watched the light screen, observing Bibi Dong, who was moved to tears over a bowl of dishwater, having not only rebuilt her foundation but also condensed a God-Level Spirit Ring. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"As expected of the ultimate villain from the original work; this ruthlessness and destiny are indeed a cut above the rest."

"A mere bowl of swill containing a bit of spiritual energy, and she actually managed to touch the threshold of godhood in that world?"

Just then, that grand and cold celestial screen notification not only resounded across the Douluo Continent but also echoed in Lin Feng's ears.

[Ding! Detected that Douluo Plane explorer Bibi Dong has broken through her own limits in a very short time, achieving the hidden achievement: Mortal Ascending to Heaven!]

[Given the rarity of this achievement, the rules of the celestial screen have changed!]

[Reward mechanism triggered: Immediately opening the fifth random teleportation slot!]

[Random selection in progress----]