Inside Fengdu Grand Hall.
Bibi Dong wore Meng Po's long robes, their sleeves swaying gently in the gloomy wind, a faint trace of reincarnation Qi lingering around her.
The distress and exhaustion she had known as Pope of Spirit Hall were long gone.
With the Underworld's blessing, the former Pope of Spirit Hall had become Meng Po, who oversaw the final checkpoint of reincarnation!
More importantly, Bibi Dong now possessed enough power to look down upon all of Douluo Star.
Level one hundred and fifty-six!
That level of Soul Power had long surpassed the limits of what the vast majority of Douluo Continent's experts could imagine.
If Bibi Dong wished, she could rely on her own power to raise a storm that swept across all of Douluo Star.
At that moment, Bibi Dong's gaze fell beyond Fengdu Grand Hall.
For her, returning to Douluo Star was far more than a simple visit to familiar haunts.
There lay the former Spirit Hall, the empire she had once given everything for, and the enemies she would never forget.
Especially Yu Xiaogang!
At the thought of that name, a flash of coldness passed through the depths of Bibi Dong's eyes.
Even so, Bibi Dong did not rush to act.
She knew full well that she was no longer alone.
Behind her stood the Great Emperor of Fengdu, the entire Underworld, and countless Underworld ghosts and gods she could rely on.
This time, she would return to Douluo Star with her head held high.
And as Bibi Dong prepared to set out, countless people on Douluo Star had already erupted over the information revealed by the heavenly screen.
Bibi Dong!
The people of Douluo Continent were no strangers to that name.
Once the Pope of Spirit Hall, she had gone on to establish the Spirit Hall Empire and become, in the hearts of countless Soul Masters and commoners, a ruler in the truest sense.
Although the Spirit Hall Empire had ultimately failed to fulfill its grand ambition of unifying the world, what Bibi Dong represented had never vanished with the empire's fall.
Especially for ordinary people living under the oppression of the nobles.
In their eyes, the appearance of Spirit Hall had at least given Soul Masters of humble standing a path to change their fate.
Even those of mediocre talent and impoverished birth had a chance to receive Spirit Hall's help, as long as they possessed a Martial Soul.
And as Spirit Hall's supreme leader, Bibi Dong had naturally become the monarch many commoners looked to with the greatest hope.
Now, Zhong Tian had begun passing judgment on Douluo Star.
The Underworld's Eighteen Levels of Hell had also made those nobles guilty of countless evils pay the price.
And now, the former empress of the Spirit Hall Empire had reappeared on the heavenly screen as Meng Po!
What did this mean?
For people who had suffered under the nobles' oppression, this was wonderful news beyond measure!
"That's wonderful! Truly wonderful!"
"Lady Bibi Dong is still alive! No, that's not right, Her Majesty Bibi Dong has become the Underworld's Meng Po!"
"I knew it! Judge Zhong Tian couldn't be the only lord in the Underworld! Now even the former empress of the Spirit Hall Empire has joined the Underworld. What right do those nobles have to keep throwing their weight around?"
"Hahahaha! Now this will be a good show!"
"Your Majesty Bibi Dong, come back soon! We common people have long hoped someone would stand up for us!"
For a time, cheers rang out from all across Douluo Continent.
Some people even fell to their knees and repeatedly kowtowed toward the heavenly screen.
In their eyes, the Underworld was no longer merely a mysterious force that governed the souls of the dead.
It was more like a sword of judgment hanging over the heads of all evildoers.
And Bibi Dong's appearance gave that sword a power that made them feel even more secure.
Of course, some people noticed the crucial point.
"Wait! Bibi Dong is the Underworld's Meng Po now, not the emperor of the Spirit Hall Empire!"
"So what? As long as Her Majesty Bibi Dong is willing to stand up for the people, what difference does her status make?"
"Well said! The Underworld is our true backer!"
"Exactly! Haven't those nobles always thought themselves high and mighty? Now Judge Zhong Tian is judging them, and Lady Meng Po is about to return too. Let's see how much longer they can throw their weight around!"
The people's discussions rose and fell.
In contrast to their jubilation, the nobles on Douluo Star had already lost their earlier composure.
Especially those noble factions that had once been enemies of Spirit Hall, or even taken part in campaigns to wipe it out.
When they saw Bibi Dong's name appear on the heavenly screen, every one of them turned deathly pale.
Zhong Tian was troublesome enough to deal with.
That judge wielded the Good and Evil Reward and Punishment Token, with which he could directly trace a person's crimes in life.
Whether they had taken bribes and perverted the law or oppressed the people, they could not escape the Underworld's judgment if the evidence of their crimes was conclusive.
And now Meng Po had appeared as well!
If Bibi Dong truly possessed the abilities described by the heavenly screen, then even if they managed to escape Zhong Tian's judgment by luck, they might not be able to evade Meng Po's methods.
What was more, Bibi Dong had once been the Pope of Spirit Hall.
As far as the various factions of Douluo Continent were concerned, her understanding of the noble class likely far exceeded that of ordinary people.
That was the most unsettling part!
"Damn it! Why is it another person from Spirit Hall?"
"First Zhong Tian, and now Bibi Dong! Just what is the connection between the Underworld and Spirit Hall?"
"Wasn't she already dead? How could she become one of the Underworld's ghosts and gods?"
"We're finished! If Bibi Dong really comes back, every faction that once had a grudge against Spirit Hall will probably suffer!"
The nobles' voices carried a dread they could no longer quite conceal.
They had originally hoped Tang San would step forward and unite the various factions against the Underworld.
But the strength the Underworld was displaying was growing more and more terrifying.
First Zhong Tian judged evil, then the Eighteen Levels of Hell struck terror into the souls of the dead.
Now even Bibi Dong had become the Underworld's Meng Po!
How could they possibly stand against such a lineup with ease?
Just as the various factions on Douluo Star were occupied with their own thoughts, the image on the heavenly screen changed once again.
A majestic, ancient voice slowly resounded throughout heaven and earth.
[Of all Meng Po's methods, the one she takes the greatest pride in is that bowl of Meng Po Soup!]
[This soup is a supreme treasure of reincarnation, and a trial every departed soul must pass before entering reincarnation!]
[No matter what status they held in life, no matter what kind of life they lived, all who come to the land of reincarnation must drink Meng Po Soup!]
[Once a bowl of soup enters the belly, all the past vanishes!]
[The love and hatred, the grudges and grievances of former days, the glory and disgrace, the gains and losses of life, even those unforgettable memories, will all be reduced to nothing under the power of Meng Po Soup!]
[From then on, the departed souls are no longer bound by the past, but can enter their next cycle of reincarnation anew!]
[Such is the power of Meng Po Soup!]
[It is also the authority over reincarnation that Meng Po wields!]
As the voice from the heavenly screen resounded, a vast, boundless Road to the Yellow Springs appeared in the image.
On both sides of the road, spider lilies bloomed in brilliant profusion.
Countless departed souls stood in a long line, quietly awaiting their turn to reincarnate.
At the end of the Yellow Springs Road, an ancient stone bridge spanned the River of Forgetfulness.
Beside the bridge stood a silent figure clad in Meng Po's long robes.
The figure held an ancient soup bowl. The soup within looked utterly ordinary, yet wisps of mysterious reincarnation Qi rose from it without cease.
Whenever a departed soul reached the bridge, they would respectfully accept the soup Meng Po handed them.
And drink it in one gulp.
The next moment, countless fragments of memory would emerge from the departed soul.
There was the laughter of childhood, the warm embrace of loved ones, the tender gaze of a lover, and the regrets and suffering of life.
These memories flickered continuously, but in the end, they gradually dissolved under the power of Meng Po Soup.
At last, the eyes of those departed souls grew clear once more.
They no longer remembered the kindnesses and grudges of the past, nor did they grieve over what they had experienced.
Everything returned to peace.
Like a fresh sheet of white paper, awaiting the start of another life.
[Meng Po Soup washes the past clean!]
[One bowl dispels a thousand sorrows!]
At that moment, the scene displayed by the heavenly screen left countless people on Douluo Star in shock.
They had never imagined that reincarnation could have such mysterious rules.
A person lived an entire life and experienced countless things.
Could all those joys, sorrows, regrets, hatreds, and even unforgettable love truly be washed away by a single bowl of soup?
It was simply beyond their comprehension!
"Heavens! This is Meng Po Soup?"
"Just drinking it lets you forget everything from your previous life?"
"Doesn't that mean that no matter how much a person suffered in life, they can be completely freed from it before reincarnation?"
"What a terrifying power! This is no ordinary medicinal soup. It's clearly a divine substance capable of changing the soul!"
"No wonder Meng Po can oversee the final checkpoint of reincarnation!"