Upon seeing the Pope's familiar face, his expression stiffened slightly, and he stretched out his limbs, looking around again.
Wow!
It's back in the same old place.
And that Ruins Spirit has the exact same abilities as the Third.
Although it didn't know much about the Ruins Realm and Ruins Spirit, to its knowledge, it had never heard of any Ruins Spirit with the same abilities.
Could it be that the world is full of wonders, and by sheer coincidence, two Ruins Spirit with exactly the same abilities were born?
Or did the Third die, so a Ruins Spirit with the same abilities was born?
The Little Turtle immediately dismissed the idea as soon as it came to mind.
Not for any other reason than the form of the Third, which has no shape, no color, like mist but not like mist. If one had to describe it, chaos would be more appropriate, but not entirely.
In short, it doesn't have a specific form, which is a manifestation of its capabilities.
So neither they nor the owner could touch it; they could only watch it.
That's really strange. Why does that orange cat, which uses Space Law, have a shape? And why does it feel so realistic?
Just as the Little Turtle was racking its brains, the Pope walked towards it.
" Baxia is back, why didn't you give us any warning beforehand?"
The Little Turtle snapped out of its reverie, its gaze sweeping over the Pope from head to toe before finally pursing its lips in a dismissive expression.
"How come you've gotten so old?"
The Pope smiled. "After all, I'm getting old; there's no such thing as not getting old."
After saying that, he immediately asked, "How did you suddenly appear here?"
"This is none of your business. I'm asking you, did you—"
The Little Turtle originally wanted to ask the Pope if he had seen anyone else appear, but when he thought of the conflict between Jiang Fan and the Church of Justice, he immediately shut up.
As he glanced at the Holy Son, he gave a disdainful snort and looked at the Pope again.
"Holy Son, heh heh, you've got quite the ambition, haven't you? Do you think my master really won't be coming back? Do you want to seize the Church of Justice that my master founded for yourself?"
The Pope's expression remained unchanged, only his pupils contracted slightly.
"Lord Baxia, what are you saying? If it weren't for the Holy Lord rescuing me, taking me under his wing, teaching me cultivation, and entrusting me with important responsibilities, I wouldn't be who I am today. I am deeply grateful for the Holy Lord's great kindness, and I have no way to repay it. I would be willing to go through fire and water for him. How could I possibly have any disloyal or unrighteous thoughts?"
"Hmph! You talk a good game, but your face is so hypocritical it makes me want to vomit. You're even more disgusting than that kid."
The "kid" the Little Turtle was referring to was naturally Jiang Fan.
"If you didn't have those kinds of intentions, why would you find such a low-class thing to impersonate my master?"
Something that can't be presented in public? That's him!
Upon realizing this, the Holy Son was furious.
"And who do you think you are? How dare you speak to me like that? Pope, what are you standing there for? Didn't you hear it insulting my holy son? Kill it!"
"Kill me? Hahaha--"
The Little Turtle seemed to have heard the funniest joke, laughing so hard it was doubled over, and tears were about to fall from its eyes.
"Hey ugly thing, do you know who I am? You're going to kill me?"
I don't care who you are! How dare you insult me, you must die today!
After shouting, the Holy Son discovered that the Pope was still standing there without moving, which made him even more furious.
"Pope! What are you doing? Are you really planning a rebellion? Don't forget, I am the reincarnation of the Holy Lord!"
The Pope simply watched the Son of God go mad, inwardly cursing him as an "idiot."
The Little Turtle laughed even more exaggeratedly, until its stomach hurt.
"Oh my god, this is too funny. You're the reincarnation of my master? And you don't even know who I am?"
The Holy Son gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury, yet a sliver of reason remained.
Does this mean it's the Holy Lord's contracted beast, which means it's the same contracted beast from its previous life?
Although he did not awaken his memories of his past life, he knew that the Holy Lord had once contracted four divine Divine Beast with extraordinary power.
These are the four guardian Divine Beast of their Church of Justice.
Based on the shape of the Little Turtle, I immediately had a guess in my mind.
"Are you the Black Tortoise Baxia?"
"Not too stupid." The Little Turtle said this, but its eyes were full of disdain.
Having received an affirmative answer from the Little Turtle, and with the Pope not refuting it, the Holy Son was now 100% certain that this creature that had opposed him several times was Black Tortoise Baxia, the guardian Divine Beast of their Church of Justice.
Thinking of this, he was overjoyed, and at the same time looked down at the Little Turtle with a superior gaze.
"Since you were my contracted beast in my past life, how dare you speak to me like that? This is insubordination!"
"Go to Lord Turtle with your insubordination! I'll send you to your death today!"
Before the words were even finished, the Little Turtle shot towards the Holy Bullet like a cannonball.
The Holy Son was so frightened he almost lost his mind, but fortunately the Pope stepped in front of him and blocked the Little Turtle's kick.
The Little Turtle's eyes widened, and it roared in uncontrollable rage:
"You Niuwa, how dare you stop me! I see now, you're determined to support this puppet so that you can completely control the entire Church of Justice before my master truly returns!"
"That's not what I meant," the Pope said coldly.
"Bullshit!" The Little Turtle spat on the Pope's face, not believing a single word he said.
"Those who purify themselves will purify themselves."
"So, 'the innocent are innocent'? If you've got the guts, swear an oath—the kind that means your whole family will die—that this bastard 'holy son' is the reincarnation of my master?"
The Pope's face grew even colder, but then, remembering that he was all alone and had no family, he held up three fingers.
"With a clear conscience, what is there to fear in making oaths?"
The Little Turtle belatedly realized what had happened and suddenly slapped its forehead.
"How could I forget? Your thing got swallowed whole by a monster, so where did your whole family come from?"
Upon hearing this, the Holy Son's eyes widened as he glanced at the Pope's lower body.
At this moment, the Pope's usually composed demeanor, which remained unchanged even in the face of Tarzan, finally crumbled.
Taking advantage of this moment, the Little Turtle suddenly blew its nose, and two churning water jets roared as they swept towards the Pope and the Holy Son.
"Grass!"
The elderly pope couldn't help but utter a vulgar insult at this moment—it was utterly disgusting!
at the same time,
Jiang Fan, draped in a robe, made his way to the uncharted secret chamber.
Standing at the entrance of the secret room, I used my Psychic Power to scan the surroundings and found that there was no one patrolling nearby.
Is there nothing in here?
That's why the Church of Justice didn't send anyone to patrol.
No, if there really is nothing there, why bother setting up an array to block Psychic Power detection?