Seeing how serious Xiao Ye was, Qi Ling couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's in this room that makes you so cautious?"
"Inside, there's a teleportation array unique to our clan. It doesn't show any signs under normal circumstances; it only activates when someone carrying this token enters." Xiao Ye said, taking out a token from his person and handing it to Qi Ling. It had the character "Night" written on it.
"Remember this: this formation recognizes the token, not the person. It can only be activated with this token. If you lose it, you're doomed!"
"Where does this teleportation array teleport me? Is it here?" Qi Ling took the token and carefully put it away.
"Of course not. If we were to need to use the teleportation array, it would already be after the Divine Court has discovered us. By then, it would be too late to escape from the city!" Xiao Ye said. "Therefore, the teleportation point for this array is outside the city, and it's guarded by Uncle Li!"
Remembering the Super Douluo from the Sleepless City, Qi Ling nodded and said, "That's certainly much safer. Thank you, Xiao Ye!"
"Hehe, we're practically family! You'll have plenty of time to take care of me in the future!" Xiao Ye laughed. "The guards from the Divine Court will rotate shifts in an hour, which is also the easiest time to infiltrate! Qi Ling, you really need to be careful!"
Afterwards, Xiao Ye told Qi Ling some things that needed to be noted, and an hour later, Qi Ling set off for the temple.
The infiltration went surprisingly smoothly, so much so that Qi Ling and Xiao Ye didn't need to use any of the methods they had prepared. After successfully entering the temple, Qi Ling proceeded towards the third underground level according to the location marked on the temple's structural diagram.
Along the way, although many Soul Master hurried past, no one noticed Qi Ling. Qi Ling's disguise was almost perfect, but on the other hand, Qi Ling also felt that the defenses here were much weaker than she had imagined.
Remembering what Xiao Ye had said before, that this was likely a trap set for their Sleepless City to lure them into a trap, Qi Ling guessed that something was definitely waiting for her on the third level.
Perhaps after pushing open the door to the third floor, a large group of fully armed Titled Douluo will be waiting for him? But even so, Qi Ling must go and try!
After looking around, Qi Ling slowly opened the door to the third underground level of the temple. To his surprise, there was no ambush inside; everything seemed perfectly normal.
The more this was the case, the more uneasy Qi Ling felt. Even if there was no one else around, there should be guards here. Could the temple be so lax in its security?
"It's good that no one's here. I want to see what kind of challenge you've prepared for me." Qi Ling said, walking towards her target room and opening the door directly.
Inside the room was a magnificently decorated magic array, made of the finest materials, including many unique Soul Tool that even Qi Ling had never seen before.
At the very center of the magic circle was a large stone platform, and lying on it was a person—none other Bibi Dong, the Pope the Spirit Hall whom Qi Ling had been haunting in his dreams and longing for day and night!
At this moment, Bibi Dong was still as beautiful and charming as ever, with an incomparable nobility. Although she was dressed in plain clothes, it did not affect her unique temperament at all. It seemed that everything in the world would pale in comparison to her.
Although she was still breathtakingly beautiful, Qi Ling could tell at the first glance that Bibi Dong had lost all vitality and was now just a lifeless shell lying there!
Having had his Soul Bone and Martial Soul forcibly stripped away by Qian Xunji, there was absolutely no chance of him surviving. Moreover, the power that the Divine Court relied on was not a normal power at all, but an extremely evil and domineering one.
"Sister..." Only when Qi Ling finally saw Bibi Dong could she confirm the news of her death, and the last bit of hope in her heart was shattered.
He wanted to go forward to check on Bibi Dong's condition, but he discovered that a very peculiar energy enveloped Bibi Dong, making her appear sacred and great, and unconsciously arousing an impulse of worship in people's hearts.
"That was Bibi Dong's last bit of Divine Spark, the last bit of power she had left after her Godhood was stripped away." Just as Qi Ling confused, a rather old voice suddenly rang out from behind him.
Qi Ling hurriedly turned around. The person who could appear here now was obviously not an ordinary person! She saw an old man with white hair slowly walk in from outside the door. Although he was quite old, his spirit and body were indeed excellent.
Seemingly oblivious to Qi Ling's hostile gaze, the old man continued, "It is precisely because this power has been protecting her that we have been unable to find a way to deal with her, and have had no choice but to rely on those powers."
"Even so, we still can't get any closer to her. These powers seem to be waiting for someone, waiting to hand over her last existence in this world to someone."
"Could this person be you?"
Qi Ling ignored the old man's question. Now he understood everything. This power was the symbol of Bibi Dong being God's Chosen! But now, this power had been taken away by Qian Xunji, and what remained in Bibi Dong was just a last remnant of her will.
Was she waiting for her sister? Qi Ling didn't know, but she was absolutely certain that she was the one her sister was waiting for!
So Qi Ling slowly reached out her hand in the face of that strange energy. Then, something surprising happened: the special energy vanished instantly, like a bubble, the moment it touched Qi Ling's hand!
At this moment, Qi Ling had no time to think about anything else; his heart was filled with immense grief.
Stepping forward, Qi Ling slowly placed her hand on Bibi Dong's face, feeling her cold skin. All doubts vanished; this was her sister, the most brilliant and talented woman in the entire Douluo Continent, Bibi Dong.
"I'm sorry, sister, I'm late," Qi Ling said slowly, then reached for his waist and took out a crystal coffin, placing it aside.
Immediately afterwards, Qi Ling carefully picked up Bibi Dong and placed her in the coffin, her movements incredibly gentle, as if afraid of hurting her.
After doing all this, Qi Ling reached for her waist again, then stored the entire crystal coffin in the Infinite Space, before turning to face the mysterious old man.
The old man's identity is now almost obvious. Although he is just standing there, Qi Ling can still feel an insurmountable suppression of power emanating from him. It is a feeling as vast as the sky, far beyond what she can compare to now.
"Aren't you going to stop me, Qian Daoliu?" Qi Ling said slowly. "Are you just going to watch me take my sister back like this?"