Reborn Shendu, Deceiving Bibi Dong

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Deep within a secret chamber, the lighting was dim.

A yellow, dragon-shaped stone slab, over two meters in diameter, was mounted flush against the wall. Viewed from the front, it resembled a coiled dragon.

Just as the room fell into a heavy silence, a sinister voice echoed out.

"To think that something like this would actually happen."

The statue emitted the sound, its red eyes glowing faintly—a truly eerie sight.

Ling Sheng felt utterly bewildered. He never expected that a simple nap would lead to him transmigrating into the world of Douluo Continent, and as the statue version of Shendu, no less.

According to the information surfacing in his mind:

An accident had occurred during his transmigration, causing his powers to vanish entirely, while all twelve Talismans had scattered across Douluo Continent, their locations unknown.

Ling Sheng froze. Was the game starting on such a brutal difficulty?

At the very least, they could have given him the ability to summon the Shadow Khan. With absolutely nothing to his name, how was he supposed to play?

"Hey! Is anyone there?"

He shouted through the statue's body, hoping someone outside the room might hear him, but there was no response.

The secrecy of this chamber exceeded his wildest imagination.

In the dim environment, he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, nor could he determine if anyone had ever visited this place.

Am I going to be trapped here until I die?

Just as he was wavering in anxiety, a beam of seven-colored light, originating from nowhere, pierced into his mind.

What is this!

Ling Sheng was shocked, only to discover a vast amount of strange information flooding his consciousness.

When the heavens first opened, the world was born...

It was as if the chanting of the Great Dao filled his ears, and the statue's body began to radiate a seven-colored glow.

Once he had processed all the information, he was stunned.

"I've obtained a godhood? And it's the World God at that!" he exclaimed in pleasant surprise.

The beam of seven-colored light represented the godhood of the World God; having been chosen, he had become the successor to the World God.

"As long as I successfully inherit the godhood, I can directly control the entire world. This is too powerful!"

Ling Sheng was overcome with excitement, itching to begin the divine trials immediately.

However, upon obtaining the godhood, he also learned of another condition: his arrival had caused chaos in this world. If he wished to ascend to godhood, he had to resolve the chaotic influence triggered by his presence.

Specifically: he had to make as many people in the world as possible believe in the existence of Shendu, and that existence had to be logical.

Upon hearing this, Ling Sheng immediately felt the difficulty of the task.

Fortunately, the World God's godhood had also brought him three items—objects that had fallen into this world alongside him during his transmigration.

The first was a mask, shaped like a crimson demon face with two sharp, long horns.

"This is the Ninja Mask!"

Ling Sheng looked at the red mask with delight. Wasn't this the first Shadow Mask to appear in the original work? It could summon the same common ninja soldiers as Shendu.

In the original story, Shendu was only able to summon the Shadow Khan because he had absorbed a portion of the mask's power long ago; the core ability had always resided within the mask.

Great. With this mask, I won't have to worry about being trapped here to death.

Ling Sheng happily took the mask and merged it into his body.

A mass of evil soul energy erupted within him, attempting to erode his consciousness. But how could he be corrupted by such a trivial amount of power?

"Crack!"

He easily shattered that soul energy, fully claiming the mask, and immediately felt the connection to the endless darkness of the Shadow Realm.

"This feeling... it's exhilarating!"

Ling Sheng was immensely satisfied. This sensation of being filled with power left him intoxicated; only at this moment did he truly feel like a transmigrator, rather than the exhausted office worker he had been in his past life.

Satisfied, he began to look forward to the other two items.

The second item was the Demon Hell, which held the seven demons captive.

Ling Sheng peered through the space and saw the seven demons standing on rubble within the void, arguing fiercely.

"Don't tell me Shendu has betrayed us again!" Hsi Wu said, clearly dissatisfied.

"Calm down, Hsi Wu. It wouldn't hurt to wait a little longer!"

"Hmph! I can't wait a second longer!"

Ignoring Ba Sha's cold advice, Hsi Wu spread his wings and flew off violently.

Well, well, I didn't expect these guys to have transmigrated along with me.

Ling Sheng watched them with surprise.

In that case, it would be even more difficult to mitigate the impact of his transmigration.

He pondered this, shifting his gaze to the third item, and his eyes immediately lit up.

A massive book sat upon the shelf.

It was actually the Chronicle of Ages, capable of altering history at will!

With such an artifact that could rewrite history, he could perfectly erase the influence of himself and the other demons!

However, upon inspection, he discovered that this Chronicle of Ages had undergone a slight change; it could only add to history, not modify it. Furthermore, any added history had to be logical, or else it would cause repercussions for the world, with a level of danger no less than the trouble caused by his own transmigration.

Beyond that, adding history to the Chronicle of Ages required the divine power of a World God to take effect, and he possessed only a very faint wisp of such power.

"Fine, fine!"

Ling Sheng sighed helplessly, appearing somewhat disappointed by the weakening of the Chronicle of Ages.

But in truth, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

If it could truly modify history, he had no idea what kind of bugs he might accidentally create!

Just as he was thinking this, the sound of footsteps suddenly echoed through the silent room.

"Thump—thump—"

High heels clicked against the jade floor, producing a crisp sound.

As the footsteps ceased, a moment later, bright lights illuminated the room, revealing a noble, dignified, and breathtakingly beautiful woman.

The woman wore a soft, pinkish-white Pope's gown, her fair, delicate hands gripping a scepter with clearly defined knuckles. Her face was as cold as a ten-thousand-year glacier.

She was none other than the Pope of Spirit Hall—Bibi Dong.

Isn't that Bibi Dong!

Ling Sheng was a fan of Douluo, so he naturally recognized her, and a thought instantly flashed through his mind.

Bibi Dong! The secret chamber!

Good heavens, could this be the very secret chamber where Qian Xunji did that to Bibi Dong?

He did not know that his casual guess had actually hit the mark!

In the corner of the secret chamber.

Bibi Dong stared at the coiling dragon sculpture on the wall, as if painful memories were flooding her mind. Her eyes shifted away in disgust, and she sat down at the table.

Yet, her emotions remained unsettled, her dignified chest heaving up and down.

Ever since that incident, she would come to this secret chamber every so often, letting the pain of the past sting her, reminding her never to forget her revenge.

That girl in the prime of her youth, how brightly she had once smiled, only to be cruelly harmed by her beastly master.

That pain was something she would never forget.

"Qian Xunji, you just wait. I will make you watch with your own eyes as Spirit Hall marches toward its destruction!"

A venomous, viper-like gaze appeared on Bibi Dong's beautiful face.

Ruthless!

Ling Sheng couldn't help but give a thumbs-up; if Qian Xunji were alive, he would surely give himself a slap in the face.

However, as the first person he had encountered, Ling Sheng decided that the spreading of Shendu's name would begin with her.