Elsewhere, inside the secret chamber.
If one had to ask why Bibi Dong chose to come here, it was probably because this place held her memories.
This was not only a place of sorrow for her, but also where she had first encountered Dongfang Yu.
She had once both loved and hated this place, but now, only hatred remained.
She hated this place. It was here that she had been destroyed, yet it was also here that she had been reborn. Here, she had found her light.
Now, that light had gone out as well.
He had once reached out his hand to her. She had thought it was salvation, never expecting that he only meant to shove her down even harder.
"Hehe... hehe..." Bibi Dong let out a strange laugh, and as she laughed, tears began to fall.
It was not that she could not cry. It was simply that, ever since that incident, no one had been worth her tears.
Before others, she was the lofty Pope. Everyone feared and dreaded her. Apart from Hu Liena, no one dared to love her anymore. Of course, she did not really need it either.
For the first time, she felt that all the years she had lived had been a joke—a truly ridiculous one.
She hated herself too. Why had she developed such worthless feelings for a young man?
Fake. It was all fake. He had been deceiving her all along. Perhaps even his love had all been fake...
"Are you very sad?" The Rakshasa God appeared without warning and asked.
Bibi Dong did not even look at her, merely muttering to herself.
Now, she no longer wanted to think about anything. Unifying the continent? What did it have to do with her whether the common people lived or died?