The Pope's Prayer

As the Purple Lightning Bear Emperor's Soul Ring power slowly entered Wang Feng's body, his consciousness passed into a strange space, and he lost contact with the outside world.

An unfamiliar space appeared before him, lightning filling the air on all sides. An enormous mass of clouds hung overhead, containing terrifying power of thunder and lightning. Wang Feng felt his scalp go numb. But he did not hesitate. He sat down cross-legged.

He had not deliberately chosen to strike so suddenly. Naturally, he knew how powerful the Purple Lightning Bear Emperor was and that it was naturally very old.

He knew there were age limits to the Soul Rings a Soul Master could absorb.

But when Yue Guan had been about to kill the bear emperor, Wang Feng had suddenly felt an inexplicable impulse within him, a keen interest in the bear emperor.

And when he had personally snuffed out the bear emperor's last breath, he had felt strongly that the Purple Lightning Bear Emperor's Soul Ring was perfectly suited to him and that he could definitely absorb it.

That was why he had acted so decisively.

Time passed slowly, and Gui Mei and the two girls kept their eyes fixed on Wang Feng.

Wang Feng's body was trembling slightly, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead. Clearly, he was having a hard time.

"Uncle Gui Mei, will Senior Brother be all right?" Hu Liena asked worriedly.

Qian Renxue was also very worried. After spending more than a year together, they had naturally grown attached. Although she and Hu Liena hated the way Wang Feng talked, the more they hated it, the more they found themselves looking forward to talking with him. It was a very strange feeling.

Gui Mei's head ached. As if he'll be all right, he thought, but he did not dare say so. "I can't tell for now. He's absorbing the Soul Ring, and outsiders can't interfere. It all depends on what he can do himself."

"That's a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring. Can he really absorb it?" Qian Renxue suddenly asked.

Gui Mei glanced at Qian Renxue and shook his head. "I don't know."

He had never seen anyone whose First Soul Ring was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, much less heard of one. Clearly, Wang Feng could not possibly absorb it, but Gui Mei did not dare say so outright. He could only hope Wang Feng would not die, or he would die too!

In Spirit City, within the great hall of Spirit Hall's main cathedral, Bibi Dong, the Pope, reclined alone high above the hall in a golden chair, her legs crossed, lost in thought.

Just then, someone pushed open the doors, and Yue Guan appeared in the hall, his face tense. He glanced at Bibi Dong, whose eyes were closed, then lowered his head and said with fear and trepidation, "Your Holiness."

"What is it?" Bibi Dong's indifferent voice rang out. She did not even open her eyes.

"Your Holiness, something happened to Wang Feng."

"Hm?" Bibi Dong frowned and opened her eyes to look at Yue Guan, a chill following her gaze.

Yue Guan trembled and hurriedly added, "It really was an accident. We encountered a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Purple Lightning Bear Emperor. I severely wounded it, but I never expected Wang Feng to suddenly strike and kill it. Then he immediately began absorbing its Soul Ring. By the time we tried to stop him, it was already too late."

"What! You're saying he's absorbing the Soul Ring of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!"

Bibi Dong was shocked. She sprang to her feet and demanded an answer, her eyes fixed on Yue Guan.

"Yes. We didn't know what to do. Gui Mei is guarding the three of them now, and I came specifically to inform you."

"Useless! I told you to watch them carefully, and this is how you do your job? If anything happens to Wang Feng, don't expect to live!"

Bibi Dong's voice rang out coldly, full of killing intent, frightening Yue Guan so badly that he nearly fell to his knees.

The next moment, Bibi Dong vanished from the hall, and Yue Guan hurried after her.

At the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Nearly ten days had passed, yet Wang Feng still had not awakened. Although he was still breathing, his body trembled incessantly, his face was deathly pale, and veins bulged on his forehead. The sight was enough to make anyone's heart tremble.

No one knew whether he might suddenly explode and die the next moment.

A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring contained a terrifying amount of Soul Power. Never mind a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring-even a Thousand-Year Soul Ring held an extraordinarily terrifying amount of Soul Power.

"How much longer until Senior Brother wakes up? It's been nearly ten days already. Why hasn't he succeeded yet?"

Hu Liena was frantic. When she and Qian Renxue had absorbed their Soul Rings, it had not taken nearly this long!

Gui Mei was too frightened to speak. Now he could only pray silently that nothing would go wrong. Otherwise, he would lose his life!

Just then, two figures suddenly descended. The three hurriedly turned around to find that Bibi Dong and Yue Guan had arrived.

"Your Holiness!"

"Teacher."

"Mom!"

Gui Mei dropped to his knees with a thud, his body trembling slightly.

Hu Liena and Qian Renxue, meanwhile, grew excited. In their eyes, no matter what happened, Bibi Dong could solve it once she arrived.

"Mom, please take a look at this guy. He's been like this for days. Will something happen to him?" Qian Renxue asked worriedly, taking Bibi Dong's hand.

Bibi Dong stared at Wang Feng, her brows tightly furrowed. She said nothing for a long while before finally speaking. "He's absorbing the Soul Ring right now. Outsiders can't interfere. He can only rely on himself."

Bibi Dong's expression was grim, and she was just as anxious and tense. A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring—she herself did not dare imagine how the body and will of a seven-year-old child could withstand it.

But there really was nothing she could do now except wait.

"Wang Feng, please don't let anything happen to you! You must succeed, you must succeed."

Bibi Dong suddenly clasped her hands tightly, closed her eyes, and began to pray, frightening Gui Mei and Yue Guan even more.

This was definitely the first time Bibi Dong had ever said such things because of another person, enough to show Wang Feng's place in her heart.

At that moment, within the space filled with thunder and lightning, bolt after bolt struck Wang Feng, leaving him dizzy and disoriented, his very soul nearly turned upside down. But he kept striving to stay conscious as he continued to fuse with those tyrannical powers.

Crack!

A thick bolt of lightning fell from the clouds and sent Wang Feng flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his physical body spat blood as well.

"I can't give up. If I give up, I'm dead for sure. I have Triple Martial Souls! I'm destined to become a great figure who will shake the Douluo Continent. What's this little bit of pain?"

Wang Feng roared, steadied himself, and summoned his Martial Soul, the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear, to face the thunder and lightning head-on.

He charged straight at it. Instead of waiting for the lightning to fall, he chose to attack.

The thunder and lightning seemed enraged, and the entire mass of clouds churned violently. Countless bolts fell as densely as rain, and an unprecedented aura of destruction swept toward Wang Feng, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.

Faced with this sight, Wang Feng charged on, looking upon death as a return home. In an instant, he was swallowed by that ocean of lightning.