Where Sunlight Could Not Reach, He Could Enter Whenever He Wanted?

Bibi Dong sat at the very front of the thousand-year Purple-Winged Spirit Kite, not saying a single word from beginning to end.

Yet as she listened to the argument behind her, her heart slowly sank.

She suddenly realized that not only Yue Guan and the others, but she herself seemed... unable to remember that person's face either...

The bastard who had slapped her all night, leaving her both hateful and afraid—his face, those slaps, those transactions... they had been etched into her bones.

Even if she died, she should never have been able to forget!

But when she tried to recall that face...

That person's features gradually blurred. She desperately tried to remember, but in the end, there was only a vague shadow.

No matter how hard she tried to think back, all she could remember were those pitch-black, bottomless eyes beneath the moonlight.

As for what he actually looked like, whether he was eight years old or a young man, handsome or ugly...

She could not remember any of it.

It was as if...

A mortal's memories could not bear the visage of a god.

Only that majestic power, which stood above them all, had been deeply branded into their souls, reminding them of the enormous, heaven-cleaving gulf between humans and gods.

After living for so many years, this was the first time she had encountered something so bizarre.

The wind was fierce, making her robes flap loudly, while her heart sank ever deeper.

"Your Highness... do you... do you still remember?" Yue Guan carefully asked.

Without turning her head, Bibi Dong shook her head. "I don't."

Who would want to remember him... or something so humiliating?

"Damn..."

For a moment.

Yue Guan and the others all fell silent.

The air high above was freezing, every breath filled their lungs with cold, and their hearts felt even colder.

There was only one explanation for such a strange occurrence.

That person did not want them to remember him.

That person did not want them to remember him.

The fact that he possessed such terrifying strength yet remained unknown to the world showed that he was a reclusive expert, detached from worldly affairs.

It was understandable that someone like that would not want people to remember his appearance.

But the problem was, what kind of power could affect the memories of three Title Douluo at once!?

It was simply unheard of!

And if he could already alter memories, then...

An even more terrifying thought surfaced uncontrollably.

Since he could silently erase our memories...

Could he put things into our minds... things that had never existed in the first place?

For example, make us believe that nothing happened last night?

Or perhaps...

Make us believe that we were still loyal elders of Spirit Hall, loyal to the Pope?

Everything currently inside our minds...

How much of it was still real?

Yue Guan suddenly shuddered.

He did not dare to continue thinking about it.

Some things became more terrifying once understood than when left unknown.

The other two Title Douluo had clearly thought of this as well.

No one dared to speak.

For a time, the Purple-Winged Spirit Kite's back fell into a deathly silence.

The three Title Douluo, as powerful as gods in mortal eyes, were now breaking out in cold sweat layer after layer.

Unlike Yue Guan and the others, who were horrified enough to question how much of their own memories was real...

Bibi Dong pursed her lips and lowered her head slightly. Her gaze fell upon a purple pendant-shaped storage space nestled against her chest. She took it out and examined it closely, and a confused, complicated expression appeared on her fair, exquisite face once more.

Ever since earlier, she had been thinking about one question.

She had changed into a new Saintess robe, so... where was the old one? Where had she put the old one!?

She had looked for it before but could not find it.

It could not possibly have been taken away by that person as some sort of special keepsake, could it?

That person had not reacted at all even when she stripped naked. Surely he was not that perverted.

In fact.

He really had not taken it away.

At this very moment, within the storage space of the purple pendant, that tattered robe had been casually tossed into a corner, silently declaring that everything last night had not been an illusion, but had truly happened.

Bibi Dong was not confused because she thought that person had been strangely considerate, changing her into new clothes and putting the old ones into her storage space so no one else would see them.

Rather...

This... this was her storage space!

It was hers!!

One had to know that this purple pendant was no ordinary storage soul tool. It was a high-grade storage soul tool crafted through an ancient forging technique that had long since been lost!

Back then, to obtain this treasure, Spirit Hall had gone to enormous lengths and had even lost an elder.

Not only could it preserve living creatures for long periods, it also possessed extremely powerful restrictions through a spiritual imprint.

Once it recognized an owner, outsiders could not forcibly open it without her permission.

Even if Bibi Dong died, this storage pendant would automatically collapse its internal space and completely destroy everything inside.

It could be said.

All her secrets, her hidden trump cards, and the wealth she had amassed over half her life were stored within it.

So... here came the question...

How had that person gotten in!?

She, its owner, was still alive. The restrictions were still intact, and its ownership had not been removed!

How exactly had he gotten in!?

Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled slightly.

Her most private place, the place where she hid all her secrets.

To him... was it really somewhere he could enter and leave so casually?

He could enter whenever he wanted, put things in whenever he wanted, and leave whenever he wanted...

What did he take her for!!?

"Bastard..."

Bibi Dong mouthed the word silently, a faint flush appearing on her tender, fair cheeks.

A nameless fury surged up from the depths of her heart.

It made Bibi Dong feel worse than the slaps had.

After all, even the place she considered most private and secure had been freely entered by him. And when she thought of how that person knew her greatest hatred and deepest secrets as well...

Was he not plainly telling her: 'There is nowhere on her body that he cannot enter'?

Even the place sunlight could not reach... that storage soul tool sunlight could not enter... he did not know how many times he had gone inside it, even leaving something behind on his own initiative...

Although her Saintess robes were still neat and properly worn, Bibi Dong still felt the shame of having been stripped bare and seen through, inside and out.

Before that person...

She had no secrets or privacy at all!

"Damn it..."

Bibi Dong bit down hard on her lower lip, her chest rising and falling as an extremely complicated expression filled her face.

Because... what left her most choked up, her emotions most tangled, and her thoughts most chaotic... was something else.

At this moment, in a corner of the storage space.

There... curled up a massive black shadow.

It was an enormous soul beast, barely clinging to life.

Its entire body was black, and foul-smelling poisonous blood still remained on its armored shell. It was none other than the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast they had pursued all day yesterday—the Death Spider Emperor!

For its sake, she had risked her life and led three Title Douluo in pursuit from daylight until nightfall, yet had still failed to kill this soul beast overlord.

Now, it lay quietly curled up in the corner, unconscious, its aura so weak it was almost imperceptible.

Around its body was a small formation that slowly revolved.

Wisps of dim light seeped into the Death Spider Emperor's body, seemingly devouring its life force without end, yet also seemingly nourishing its vitality.

The two opposing powers pulled against each other, keeping the Death Spider Emperor in a half-dead, near-fatal state.

It was barely alive, waiting for someone to take its Soul Ring and Soul Bone.

Bibi Dong fell silent.

Without question, the Death Spider Emperor had been a gift from that person.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring...

Her opportunity to break through to Title Douluo...

She had been stuck at the peak of Rank 89 for so many years. Was this not exactly what she had been waiting for?

As long as she killed this Spider Emperor and absorbed its Soul Ring, she could break through in one stroke and step into the realm of a Title Douluo!

She would also take a huge step closer to revenge!

This should have been something to celebrate.

Yet what churned in her heart now was not joy, but an indescribably bitter feeling.

That bastard!

He had slapped her all night, then at the moment of her greatest humiliation, tossed the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast she could not obtain even by risking her life into her storage space as though throwing away trash.

And that mark...

What exactly did he mean by "planting a mark"!?

What had he planted in her!?

And that Rakshasa God Mark... what was that?

It was clearly her own body.

Yet it felt as though... it did not belong to her at all...

Bibi Dong sat on the soul beast's back, gazing at the sea of trees rushing backward beneath her, her eyes trembling.

Her heart was filled with an indescribable irritation.