Pope Bibi Dong!

"Spirit Hall's army actually subdued all Four Single-Attribute Clans?"

At that moment, in a corner of the tavern, Wang Zhao looked somewhat surprised.

Could it be that even the renowned Li Clan had submitted?

Hiss, unbelievable...

In the end, Wang Zhao could not figure it out and could only attribute it to this being the real world, where there would always be people afraid of death.

Afterward, Wang Zhao quietly listened for a while longer. Once he had roughly understood the whole story, he cracked the last peanut in his hand and rose to leave.

Upon returning to the residence, Wang Zhao greeted Sister Die before entering his room.

He raised a hand and picked up a notebook from the desk, smiling faintly.

"I'll use this as a congratulatory gift to celebrate her becoming the new Pope..."

Two days later.

Outside Spirit City.

The vast army of Soul Masters returned in triumph. The prepared soldiers immediately threw open the city gates, allowing the army to enter the city in orderly ranks.

Bibi Dong sat prominently at the very front, with numerous powerful figures following behind her. For a time, she was bathed in boundless glory.

Within the city, crowds had already gathered along both sides of the cleared main street. Some watched the approaching army of Soul Masters with reverence, some with admiration, and some with longing. As though by prior agreement, they all raised their hands high in fervent celebration.

Bibi Dong smiled at the sight and gently raised her jade-like hand in response to the cheers and praise from every direction.

Suddenly, a familiar small figure flashed through her eyes.

She instinctively looked back and saw Wang Zhao squeezing his way to the front of the crowd. Seemingly noticing her gaze, he turned to meet her eyes, the corners of his lips curling upward as he raised his right hand and gave her a thumbs-up.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong inexplicably felt a trace of peace amid the noisy street. It was as though a warm current flowed through her heart, and the world abruptly fell silent.

Countless faces were blurred at that moment. Only that innocent little face remained so clear in her eyes.

The smile on her face grew even warmer.

Time continued to pass.

The small figure nodded slightly, then slipped back into the crowd and vanished. Bibi Dong also came back to her senses and continued onward.

I'll wait until I return to the residence...

She thought.

As for now, she had to handle business first.

Not long after.

The procession gradually came to a halt outside Pope's Palace. The various legions stood in orderly formation around it as guards, while the excited crowds behind them had already rushed over under someone's lead, only to be held back by the Soul Masters of the different legions.

Bibi Dong stepped gracefully down from her carriage. The two knights guarding the entrance to Pope's Palace lowered their heads slightly, immediately knelt, and shouted in unison:

"Welcome Saintess on her triumphant return!"

Several spirited voices promptly rang out from within Pope's Palace:

"Welcome Saintess on her triumphant return!"

Outside Pope's Palace, countless onlooking citizens could not help shouting along:

"Saintess, triumphant return!!!"

"Rise."

Bibi Dong looked at the two knights by the entrance, nodded lightly, and revealed a smile as gentle as a spring breeze before stepping into Pope's Palace.

At that moment, a dazzling pillar of golden light abruptly rose above Pope's Palace.

An elder stepped out from within it, walking upon empty air. Golden hair cascaded around him, and three pairs of pure white wings appeared behind his back.

The crowd below erupted in cries of surprise.

His identity was obvious—

Spirit Hall's eternal pillar of support, one of the two great peaks of the Soul Master world, the once peerless Angel Douluo and current Grand Priest, Qian Daoliu!

They never would have expected that when Spirit Hall's army had set out last time, even though Qian Daoliu had appeared, he had merely tossed Bibi Dong a stone that served as a token.

Yet this time, he had personally come to welcome the army's triumphant return!

Hiss~

Naturally, Qian Daoliu paid no attention to the commotion below. He merely looked down at Bibi Dong as she climbed the steps toward Pope's Palace, nodding to himself in satisfaction.

This girl was not bad.

Other than her past entanglement with that brat Yu Xiaogang, and the fact that she possessed a Martial Soul with an Evil Attribute, she was undoubtedly a nearly perfect heir to the position of Pope.

Of course, in his eyes, the truly perfect heir would have to be his own granddaughter.

A sharp glint flashed through Qian Daoliu's eyes as he made up his mind.

With a slight wave of his hand, the Pope's Scepter in Bibi Dong's hand flew out on its own. Wrapped in a strand of golden light, it arrived before him and hovered in the air.

Bibi Dong showed no reaction to this and merely continued forward in silence.

Before long, she arrived before Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu scrutinized her for a long while before finally withdrawing his gaze. Facing the gathered legions, bishops, citizens, and others below, he made a resounding declaration:

"Formerly, Qian Xunji, Pope of Spirit Hall, tragically died at the hands of a villain. Today, Saintess Bibi Dong led the army on an expedition against the Clear Sky Sect and returned in triumph without losing a single soldier. She has spread the prestige of Spirit Hall and rendered great service in defending it..."

"From this day onward, Bibi Dong shall be the rightful new Pope of Spirit Hall."

After saying this, Qian Daoliu closed his eyes slightly and calmly said to Bibi Dong:

"Take the scepter."

Bibi Dong nodded and slowly reached out, firmly grasping the scepter before her. Then she turned around, surveyed the entire audience, and planted the Pope's Scepter, symbolizing supreme authority in the world, upon the ground.

A trace of majesty entered her voice as she declared succinctly:

"I am the Pope!"

In an instant, Qian Daoliu vanished from where he stood.

At the same time, beneath Pope's Palace, several powerful figures bowed in salute. Countless others dropped to one knee as though by agreement and shouted in unison:

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

"Your Holiness the Pope!!"

"Your Holiness the Pope!!!"

Bibi Dong nodded again.

"By the favor and support of all of you, I, Bibi Dong, hereby promise that after taking this position, I will certainly create an unprecedented golden age for Spirit Hall."

"However..."

"I know that quite a few of those present are not truly convinced by me—whether due to disdain for my age, doubts about my ability to manage affairs, or, most importantly, doubts regarding the strength of my Martial Soul."

As she finished speaking, a faint blood-red gleam suddenly rose in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Nothing seemed to change across the entire venue, yet everyone present felt an incomparably terrifying chill.

Especially Ju and Ghost Douluo.

A domain!

And Divine Slaughter's Domain at that!

They were utterly horrified.

"I, Bibi Dong, possess Twin Martial Souls. I am an eighty-eighth-rank high-level Soul Douluo, only a little over thirty years old. I am confident that within one year, I will become a Titled Douluo and break the so-called record of youngest Titled Douluo set by that villain Tang Hao."

A moment later, Bibi Dong gradually withdrew her domain as she continued at an unhurried pace.

"And after that, I will add Soul Rings to my Second Martial Soul, then break through to become a Super Douluo within a short time."

"I hope that by then, what I hear will no longer be merely a formal 'Your Holiness the Pope,' but recognition from the depths of everyone's hearts—"

"His Holiness the Pope!"