Everyone Has Their Own Comedy...?

On the other side.

The figures of the Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction slowly coalesced within the Forest of Life.

The moment his feet touched the ground, the God of Destruction's tightly coiled aura relaxed slightly, and he let out a long, weary breath.

"I told you something felt wrong," the God of Destruction said, rubbing his brow with a helpless expression. "That boy actually has someone backing him."

"Just that single glance... the pressure was..."

Even back when he had faced the Dragon God head-on, he had never felt such a heart-stopping sensation.

The Goddess of Life gently took his hand, soothing him. "It is alright. Fortunately, the child is a good one, and the mysterious deity guarding him harbors no malice."

"Let things be as they are. It is best that we remain at peace."

The God of Destruction nodded, then suddenly thought of something. "However..."

The Sea God and the Angel God are both Tier 1 gods; it should be impossible to steal her authority so silently.

I fear the Asura is involved in this as well, isn't he?

The Goddess of Life sighed helplessly. "Setting aside the karma between Lin Ze'an and Spirit Hall, the Angel God is a Tier 1 deity of the God Realm."

"Even if she has fallen, her authority cannot simply be stolen by someone in such an obscure manner."

"They have crossed the line. If they can use such methods to erode the Angel God's position today, they will dare to strike at the foundations of other deities tomorrow."

In the deepest, darkest chamber of the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong sat alone in the shadows.

She closed her eyes in contemplation, the horrifying scene from before the Pope Palace replaying in her mind.

"Lin Ze'an..."

Although no one had said anything at the time, both she and that old thing Qian Daoliu knew exactly how terrifying that display had been.

One must realize that among those Lin Ze'an punished, there were many at the Soul Saint level.

Killing them all at once would be easy, but to simultaneously strip away their soul power and martial souls was an entirely different concept.

And yet, Lin Ze'an is currently only a Soul Grandmaster...

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong opened her eyes, a cold light flashing in her dark purple pupils.

She spread her palm, a wisp of Rakshasa divine power surging within, yet she could not replicate that bizarre effect at all.

Just then, the shadows in the corner of the chamber twisted, and an ancient mirror inlaid with skull patterns emerged silently.

Deep purple ripples spread across the mirror's surface, and a cold, hoarse voice drilled into Bibi Dong's ears: "Bibi Dong."

She whipped her head around to see the mirror reflecting a woman covered in gruesome wounds, her aura fading.

The woman wore a tattered, dark purple divine robe, and divine blood continued to seep from her wounds.

"Rakshasa God?" Bibi Dong was stunned at the sight, asking hesitantly, "What has happened to you..."

"You useless wretch!" the Rakshasa God in the mirror suddenly roared in fury. "Do not even think about doing anything to that boy!"

Damn it, if this woman hadn't told her about Lin Ze'an, she wouldn't have...

Bibi Dong was taken aback by the sudden reprimand. "Wha..."

"Shut up!" the Rakshasa God bellowed before she could finish.

As she spoke, she coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of divine blood. "I intended to use my divine power to lure that boy into the path of slaughter, but before my power could even get close to him..."

At this point, her voice carried a hint of fear. "It was rebounded by a terrifying force, directly backlashing and leaving me in this wretched state."

What in the hell was that power? Even a God King shouldn't be able to hide the source so completely.

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted violently. She asked in confusion, "Are you saying that Lin Ze'an also has a deity behind him? Is he a successor to a god, just like me?"

How old is that boy? How could he be so lucky?

Hearing this, the Rakshasa God sneered. "You certainly have a vivid imagination."

"Enough. I am going into seclusion to heal my wounds. Do not go looking for trouble with that boy again."

As her voice faded, the mirror returned to stillness.

After the Rakshasa God's aura completely dissipated, Bibi Dong stood alone before the mirror, staring at her own reflection.

"Heh... do you think I don't know what you have done to me?"

In the blink of an eye, several days passed on the Douluo Continent without anyone noticing.

It had been another exhausting day, and cultivation had finally come to an end.

Lin Ze'an had just laid down in the bathtub to rest his mind when, not long after, the respectful voice of Ghost Leopard came from outside the door: "Elder."

Amidst the swirling steam, Lin Ze'an did not move his eyelashes, only asking softly, "What is it?"

Ghost Leopard's voice came through the door panel: "A guard has come to report that a Title Douluo claiming to be Dugu Bo requests an audience with you."

The water rippled slightly, and Lin Ze'an slowly opened his eyes.

Dugu Bo? It must be about his granddaughter; I almost forgot about that.

Thinking of this, he cupped a handful of water and splashed it over his face, sobering up a little. "Invite him over, and have him wait for me in the reception hall."

A short while later, Lin Ze'an slowly sat down in the main seat.

Before long, Dugu Bo walked in, leading a green-haired young woman.

Seeing them arrive, Lin Ze'an stood up and said, "Senior Dugu, it has been a while."

Looking at her now, Dugu Yan's condition was much better than the last time they met; she actually looked like a living person.

As he spoke, he looked toward Dugu Yan and smiled. "This young lady must be your granddaughter, Dugu Yan, right?"

Dugu Bo nodded, glanced at the surrounding decor, and smiled helplessly. "I never imagined that at your age, you would already be an elder."

"The style here... I almost thought I had arrived at the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace."

After the three of them were seated, Dugu Bo finally spoke. "About your family... I heard the news. My condolences."

He hadn't expected that not long after they parted ways at the Sunset Forest, this little guy would encounter such a tragedy.

"I was afraid you wouldn't be in a good state of mind, so I didn't want to disturb you these past few days."

Lin Ze'an nodded gently. "Thank you for your consideration, Senior Dugu. Do not worry; the pain will pass eventually."

At this moment, Dugu Yan suddenly stood up and bowed solemnly toward Lin Ze'an. "Thank you for saving my grandfather."

She raised her eyes, looking at him with gratitude. "I must also trouble you with the poison in my own body. If there is ever anything you need from me, Dugu Yan, please do not hesitate to ask."

Lin Ze'an was taken aback and quickly reached out to gesture for her to rise. "There is no need for this, please stand up."

He said helplessly, "Senior Dugu has also shown me kindness; it is only right that I help you resolve the issues with your bodies."

Once he finished speaking, Lin Ze'an stood up and walked toward Dugu Yan. "Let me first examine your physical condition."

"Pardon the intrusion," Lin Ze'an said softly, his fingertip gently touching the center of Dugu Yan's brow.

The next moment—

A verdant light of life ignited, instantly washing over Dugu Yan's entire body.

Dugu Bo hurriedly stood up and asked, "How is Yan-yan's condition?"

However, Lin Ze'an did not answer his question; instead, he furrowed his brows.

Dugu Yan's state was not quite right. Why were the toxins in her body like this?

He looked at Dugu Bo, scanning him up and down as he pondered the cause.