Bibi Dong's Split Personality, Qian Daoliu's Confession, Bo Saixi's Rejection

Spirit City, Spirit Hall's Pope's secret chamber.

Bibi Dong sat in the center of the chamber, her eyes tightly shut.

Even the solemn, elegant Pope's robes couldn't conceal the graceful curves of the young woman beneath them.

Bibi Dong's breathing was rapid. Fine beads of sweat kept forming on her forehead, while her eyes flickered restlessly beneath her eyelids. She was clearly enduring some kind of mental torment.

"Fake... it's all fake...

"Xiao Gang... Xiao... Gang?

"Xue'er?

"Me?"

Qian Xunji had once planted an illusion within Bibi Dong's consciousness, personally orchestrating the melodramatic first half of her life.

When Bibi Dong had been weak, she couldn't detect it. By the time she became powerful, the illusion had nearly fused with her consciousness.

But now, under the backlash of Qian Ni's killing intent, Bibi Dong's consciousness had almost been torn in half, shattering the illusion.

The proud and pure Saintess, and the love-struck, obsessive lapdog.

Those two completely different perceptions were nearly tearing Bibi Dong into two personalities!

Bibi Dong had gone mad...

Within the lightless secret chamber, the Pope's hoarse voice rang out. One line after another, front and back, it sounded less like self-talk and more like two people endlessly arguing over a pile of shit.

Obsessive Bibi Dong said, "No... I love Xiao Gang... Even if Qian Xunji interfered, my feelings were real..."

Saintess Bibi Dong mockingly said, "Then what exactly do you love about him? His thirst for knowledge? His earth-shaking theories? Or the fact that, at fifty years old, he was about to break through to rank thirty Soul Power..."

Obsessive Bibi Dong panicked. "Shut up!"

Saintess Bibi Dong said, "Every other word is Xiao Gang, every other sentence is love, yet you slaughtered his entire family during the Soul Hunt Operation. Do you actually love him, or are you just trying to move yourself?"

Obsessive Bibi Dong said, "I told you to shut up! What do you know? If not for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's interference, at least Xiao Gang and Liu Erlong..."

Saintess Bibi Dong said, "You're the one who should shut up. Hurry back to Slaughter City and wash that brain of yours with blood! Didn't you personally push Yu Xiaogang away? Right after you did, he turned around and found Liu Erlong. Looks like he didn't love you that much either."

Obsessive Bibi Dong was somewhat at a loss. She hesitantly said, "He was forced to... We were already over. He was free."

Saintess Bibi Dong sneered. "Don't be so naive. Do you really think that bastard Qian Xunji only planted illusions in me? How could he possibly spare that trash Yu Xiaogang?

"Yu Xiaogang was probably marinated in illusions long ago. If he could make you fall in love with Yu Xiaogang, then he could make him fall in love with Liu Erlong.

"Don't you understand the shitty nature of the Six-Winged Angel bloodline yet?"

Obsessive Bibi Dong froze. "So... Xiao Gang loved me too? He was only with Liu Erlong because he had no choice..."

Saintess Bibi Dong spat. "Oh, I almost forgot. You, who were born from an illusion, are an idiot too. Talking about love on the foundation of an illusion? Heh.

"At this point, whether it was real or fake no longer matters. If he truly deserved me, then I would have nothing to say.

"If his martial soul was lacking, there were still other paths he could take. Yet with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect behind him, he still achieved nothing. That proves he's still trash, unworthy of expectations.

"And you!" Saintess Bibi Dong looked disdainfully at her own body. "You and that brain of yours make me laugh."

The argument went on without end...

Within the secret chamber, unknown to anyone, Spirit Hall's Pope was happily split into two.

The journey from Spirit City to Sea God Island was a long one.

But with the Six-Winged Angel martial soul empowered by Qian Daoliu's formidable Soul Power, their flight speed was incredibly fast.

All the oncoming wind was blocked by a Soul Power barrier, and Qian Ni felt no discomfort at all.

High in the sky, Qian Daoliu said nothing. His face was tense as he stared only at the layers upon layers of clouds ahead.

Qian Ni didn't know what to say either, so he simply opened the system interface to inspect the gains from his first ten-pull.

Things had developed too quickly. He hadn't even had the chance to confirm whether he was lucky or cursed.

He opened the record, and ten lines of information entered his eyes.

[Summon, Ultimate Power (Daguva)]

[Summon, Bamboo Copter]

[Summon, Alien]

[Summon, Silver Sword]

[Summon, Time Furoshiki]

[Summon, Planet-Destroying Bomb]

[Summon, Senzu Bean]

[Summon, Senzu Bean]

[Summon, High-Capacity Wuling Battery]

[Summon, Planet-Destroying Bomb]

Qian Ni sucked in a cold breath.

Holy shit, System, you're pretty good! The drop rate isn't low!

Other than this Silver Sword being completely useless, these are all good things.

The Bamboo Copter can fly, the Time Furoshiki is a classic item, Senzu Beans are life-saving medicine, and the High-Capacity Wuling Battery... Fuck, zmd is still chasing me.

After praising the Summoning System, he turned to stare at several other items in the record, frowning.

What the hell is this Alien... How can this thing even be summoned? Is it alive?

The system intelligence gave him an answer.

[Dad, it's alive.]

Qian Ni clicked his tongue in wonder, then looked at the two conspicuous Planet-Destroying Bombs in the record and felt speechless.

And what's this? Is it from Doraemon too? Planet-Destroying Bombs, and I got two at once. Can Douluo Continent even withstand that?

[Dad, it can't. A single Planet-Destroying Bomb is enough to destroy Douluo Star.]

Qian Ni unconsciously touched his lower abdomen, where Daguva's Ultimate Power had first taken root.

Compared to me, I think you're the real Ultimate Darkness, System.

Weapons of mass destruction! One ten-pull, three of them!

At that moment, Qian Ni felt as though the entirety of Douluo Star—one planet, two continents, and several empires—was resting on his shoulders.

What a heavy burden!

If he lost control, everyone on the planet would end up like The Little Match Girl, seeing their grandmothers.

He forcefully suppressed the corners of his mouth and let out a faint breath.

Sensing his abnormality, Qian Daoliu assumed Qian Ni was feeling unwell due to his martial soul mutation. He lowered his head in concern and opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Qian Ni looked up and met his gaze before suddenly asking, "Were my biological parents Soul Masters too?"

The old man nodded. "They were both six-ring Soul Emperors."

That lines up. Twelve Fate Stones.

At that moment, Qian Daoliu fell silent again, wearing the constipated expression of someone who wanted to speak but couldn't.

Qian Ni could only say, "Since you've already started talking, tell me everything. You're over a hundred years old, so stop acting all awkward. You're Spirit Hall's Grand Worshipper."

Qian Daoliu's gaze was complicated.

I'm the Grand Worshipper, but not a qualified father.

He sighed and said, "Six years ago, my son, the previous Pope, indirectly died at the hands of the Clear Sky Sect. The two sides completely fell out after that.

"The Clear Sky Sect has a Soul Master of my generation whose strength is no less than mine. I feared he would emerge again and ambush the younger generation, so I wanted to strike first, eliminate the future threat, and buy time for the next Pope to grow.

"But I searched the entire continent and couldn't find any trace of him. I had no choice but to go out to sea and ask an old friend for information.

"I never expected to disturb a powerful Sea Soul Beast. The fleet your parents were traveling with suffered disaster because of it."

Qian Ni pressed, "Which one? What's its name?"

He kept searching through his memories.

What famous Soul Beasts are there in the sea? The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King? The Evil Orca King? It can't be the Demon Spirit Great White Shark King, can it? Or some other Sea Soul Beast?

Qian Daoliu shook his head. "That Soul Beast... its strength isn't something you can contend with. And I... with Spirit Hall to consider, I can't attack it without restraint.

"A-Ni... I'm sorry. If you want to hate someone, then hate me."

Qian Daoliu's eyes were filled with guilt toward Qian Ni and fatherly love. For Qian Ni's safety, he resolutely concealed the Soul Beast's name.

Qian Ni couldn't help rolling his eyes.

His face was red and his scalp itched—entirely because this old man had pissed him off!

Is there something wrong with the Six-Winged Angel bloodline? Why is everyone talking in riddles now?

Either say it or don't say it. What the hell is the point of saying half of it?

Damn it, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. Should I just use a Planet-Destroying Bomb? I don't care which Soul Beast it is—send them all to heaven!

Sea God Island, atop Sea God Mountain.

Bo Saixi finally stepped out of the temple after a long time.

She wore a red robe, her figure tall and elegant. A hundred years had not left the slightest trace of age upon her face.

To the east, an aura woven from light and darkness rapidly approached.

Bo Saixi was very familiar with the portion that belonged to light. It belonged to an old friend.

But what truly made her heart tremble slightly was the darkness.

The newborn ultimate was seemingly weak, yet terrifyingly profound.

Seeing that the other party was about to enter Sea God Island, Bo Saixi no longer hesitated. With her scepter in hand, she transformed into a streak of light.

The crushing pressure of rank ninety-nine Soul Power struck out in an instant.

Azure Soul Power burst forth, blocking Qian Daoliu outside the island.

Above the sea, Bo Saixi stood in midair, expressionlessly watching the two of them opposite her.

"No matter what your purpose is, stop here, Qian Daoliu."