Bibi Dong's Tears

Bibi Dong's gaze swept over the mess on the ground and landed on Qin Chuan, who was standing next to the crystal coffin.

She guessed what had happened almost instantly.

Qin Chuan fought with the Great Enshrined. And judging from the scene, he didn't lose.

The thought lingered in her mind for only a moment, because she saw the crystal coffin.

Bibi Dong stopped in her tracks.

The crystal coffin was completely transparent, and the person inside could be seen clearly.

Her long, golden hair was spread out at the bottom of the coffin, like a piece of brocade soaked in water, having lost all its luster.

His face was deathly pale, his lips were bloodless, his eyes were tightly closed, and his chest remained completely still.

It's my daughter, Qian Renxue.

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly dilated.

Her body froze on the spot, as if she had been frozen in place, unable to take a single step.

Chrysanthemum Douluo called out "Master" behind her, but she didn't hear him. Ghost Douluo reached out to help her, but before his hand could even touch her shoulder, Bibi Dong had already rushed out.

She ran across the rubble, stepped over the cracked bricks, smashed through the broken pillars blocking her path, and rushed to the crystal coffin.

He pressed his hands on the coffin lid, his ten fingers straining until his knuckles turned white, and then he collapsed onto the ground.

Her face was pressed against the cold crystal, and through the transparent coffin wall, she looked at her daughter's face, so close yet untouchable.

Bibi Dong had seen this face countless times.

There were too many misunderstandings and too much resentment between her and the Qian Family.

But now, Qian Renxue lies in the crystal coffin, no longer breathing.

All barriers became meaningless at that moment.

Whether it's grudges, misunderstandings, or the estrangement and indifference we felt over the years, in the face of death, they all become as light as a speck of dust, easily scattered by the wind.

All that remained was a mother's most primal and instinctive love for her daughter, which surged up at that moment.

Bibi Dong's tears fell.

Tears welled up silently in her eyes, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto the crystal coffin lid.

"Xue'er..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stood a few steps away, exchanged a glance, and said nothing.

They had followed Bibi Dong for many years and had never seen her shed a tear.

This woman, who was as hard as iron in their eyes, was now lying on the crystal coffin, crying like a helpless mother.

Golden Crocodile Douluo knelt on the other side of the coffin, his face streaked with tears, looking at Bibi Dong, opening his mouth but saying nothing.

Qin Chuan stood to the side, head down, eyes red-rimmed.

He knew very well that every tear Bibi Dong shed at that moment was real.

It is useful precisely because it is true.

The estrangement between mother and daughter cannot be resolved by reason or smoothed over by time; only in the moment of "loss" can all the obsession and resentment crumble.

By the time Qian Renxue "came back to life," Bibi Dong's feelings for her had changed.

When Qian Renxue learned that her mother was crying like this for her sake, the wall in her heart would crumble.

This is what he wanted.

Qin Chuan's eyes were red, but she silently murmured to herself: Cry, shed more tears.

Qian Daoliu stood at the other end of the crystal coffin, watching Bibi Dong lying on the coffin lid, silently weeping. A complex expression flashed across his cloudy old eyes.

He never liked Bibi Dong.

To be precise, it was disgust.

But at this moment, the prejudice against Bibi Dong in my heart lessened somewhat.

Qian Daoliu shifted his gaze to the Porcupinefish Douluo beside him.

A fire ignited in his eyes, not the fire of sorrow, but the madness of destruction.

"How did you die?" Qian Daoliu's voice was calm.

The Porcupinefish Douluo, kneeling on the ground, dared not raise his head; blood was still streaming down his forehead.

"This subordinate does not know. All I know is that Xue Qinghe and Xue Ye received Tang Xiao the Clear Sky Sect and Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Clan. After they returned, then..."

He couldn't continue.

Qian Daoliu's body stopped trembling.

The sadness faded from his eyes, replaced by a surge of murderous intent.

Tang Xiao, Yu Yuanzhen, and the Imperial City of the Heaven Dou Empire.

He slowly straightened up, his joints cracking, his back ramrod straight again.

He stretched out his right hand, and the golden Angel Holy Sword appeared in his palm.

The sword was pure and flawless, radiating a sacred light, but at this moment, it only contained killing intent, a killing intent so pure it was solidified.

The golden Angel Soul Power soared into the sky, and its six wings unfolded.

The worshippers in the Worship Hall wanted to speak up to dissuade him, Golden Crocodile Douluo opened his mouth, Azure Luan Douluo wanted to say something, and Qian Jun Douluo raised his hand.

But when they saw the destructive madness in Qian Daoliu's eyes, everyone shut their mouths.

That's not someone you can reason with.

It was a ferocious beast that had lost its cubs; whoever stood in its way, it would kill them all.

Qian Daoliu no longer paid any attention to anything in the Worship Hall.

He turned around, his white Angel God robes fluttering in the wind, his six wings beating, and a long trail of golden holy light trailing behind him. His gaze passed through the palace gates, through the corridors, and across the sky above Spirit City, landing in the far distance in the direction of Heaven Dou City.

Everyone in the Heaven Dou Empire's Imperial City!

Clear Sky Sect!

Blue Lightning Clan!

They'll all be buried with them!

Qian Daoliu's figure disappeared outside the hall.

A golden light streaked across the sky, like a falling meteor, flying towards the direction of Heaven Dou City.

The Worship Hall fell silent.

Only Qian Renxue's pale face, reflected in the remaining golden holy light, lay silently in the crystal coffin.

Qin Chuan raised his head and looked in the direction Qian Daoliu had gone.

The blood at the corner of his mouth had dried, and the distant golden streak of light was reflected in his heterochromatic eyes.

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm said in the Sea of Consciousness, "Brother Chuan, isn't this scheme a bit too ambitious?"

Qin Chuan did not answer.

He simply watched the golden streak of light disappear into the horizon, remaining silent for a long time.