Seeing the figure appear before her, Bibi Dong's expression was as gentle as water.
Inside the Supreme Pontiff Hall, the ready and waiting Elders and other Titled Douluo went weak at the knees, falling to them in a kneeling posture, heads bowed, not daring to look up. They knew who had come:
The man who seemed like a living god.
A figure in blue rushed into Rei Ao's arms – Lan Fozi, who greedily inhaled the familiar scent she'd been missing.
"You missed me that much?"
He stroked her silken hair, a smile on his lips. This little girl seemed even more, shall we say, "well-developed" than before.
Lan Fozi lifted her head, her bright blue eyes already showing hints of longing. Not only did she miss him, she wanted him. But Rei Ao didn't plan on getting frisky right now – there would be time for that later.
"Be good; I need to do something with Dong'er before her enthronement."
"Rei Ao, what is this about?"
Suddenly having her hand grasped by Rei Ao, Bibi Dong looked shy yet perplexed.
"Of course it's to boost your power a bit. With your current strength as Pope, it's still not enough."
Right now, she was only at Rank 90, newly reaching Titled Douluo. Though her martial spirit might not be the strongest, for him, shaping that power was very straightforward. In this world, gods could bestow "god-given spirit rings" on soul masters – likewise, for him, such things were a cinch.
He only had to will it.
Bibi Dong's eyes went wide. A surge of aura exploded from within, manifesting her two martial spirits at once.
On one spirit, nine rings were displayed; on the other, there were none – but that quickly changed. The colors of the nine rings on the first spirit were shifting.
For example, the first was yellow, turning to purple, then black, finally becoming red.
Ultimately, all nine rings turned scarlet, every one a hundred-thousand-year ring. As for the other martial spirit, it also acquired nine red rings, all at once.
And it still wasn't over. One by one, dazzling gold patterns emerged on every red ring.
"How is this possible?!"
Before the astonished gazes of Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Jin Lin, and the other Douluo, Bibi Dong now possessed eighteen red spirit rings (nine on each spirit), each embellished with nine golden patterns.
The entire Supreme Pontiff Hall was filled with the aura of eighteen 990,000-year spirit rings. Even just sensing that aura made every Titled Douluo tremble in utter fear. And Bibi Dong's aura had surpassed everyone – even the former Grand Elder.
Rei Ao let go. Bibi Dong's eyes were awash with profound emotion; in an instant, she understood what had just happened to her:
Soul power well beyond Rank 90.
Eighteen 990,000-year spirit rings.
And an entire set of 990,000-year spirit bones!
"There's no need to say anything."
He pressed a finger to her lips.
"Right now, aside from those useless fools in the God Realm, you're the strongest being around. That alone qualifies you to be Pope."
All the Titled Douluo kneeling on the floor, already scared half to death by Bibi Dong's aura, felt their brains lurch at his words. God Realm...fools? What had they just heard?!
But this wasn't just Rei Ao being scornful; to him, it was fact. His power was now so advanced that he had comprehensively analyzed the so-called God Realm.
He had once wondered if those "God-Kings" might have something noteworthy, only to discover that at best they were around Rank 50-something. They simply relied on the God Realm's huge central energy to fight at Rank 55 or beyond.
Once Bibi Dong's ceremony concluded, he planned to pay the God Realm a visit and bring those fools to heel. Chiefly, he intended to seize the entire God Realm for himself.
Even though this world's power system was weak, the rules of the God Realm made it easy to confer "godhood." He might not care about it for himself, but that didn't mean his people couldn't use it to quickly level up. Those so-called God-Kings being Rank 50 was far faster than any normal method of training.
Bibi Dong gazed at Rei Ao, her heart couldn't suppress its fervor any longer. Finally, her passion overflowed as she flung herself into a wild, unreserved kiss, ignoring her image altogether.
The Titled Douluo lying prostrate on the ground instinctively pressed their heads against the floor, not daring to breathe.
At the same time, they felt a strong envy of their Pope, for she was with the man who treated even gods as nothing and created invincible powers at will. Even becoming his concubine would be worth it...
"All hail the Pope!!!"
Bibi Dong's enthronement ceremony began.
Countless spectators were awestruck as the breathtakingly dignified Bibi Dong emerged from the Supreme Pontiff Hall.
Besides commoners and soul masters, many major sect representatives had arrived at Spirit City, including the top three sects like Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
"Fengzhi, something's off!"
Hearing the mental transmission, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's clan master Ning Fengzhi froze.
"Sword Uncle, what did you notice?"
He replied telepathically to the Sword Douluo beside him, who was here to protect him. They hadn't come just to witness Bibi Dong's style, but to see what was really happening at Spirit Hall.
Why had Qian Xunji so abruptly abdicated?
There must be more to it. Now it appeared Sword Douluo had sensed something.
Sword Douluo looked deeply serious:
"Fengzhi, Spirit City has been cordoned off by large numbers of soul masters!"
Ning Fengzhi's pupils shrank. A massive mobilization of soul masters to seal off Spirit City? This wasn't normal for a Papal enthronement. His mind raced. Before he could piece it all together...
Bibi Dong's scepter struck the ground heavily. The various sect representatives, who already felt something was amiss, readied themselves for the worst. In an instant, all eyes fixed on Bibi Dong.
"I, Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall, hereby command all sects to submit to me."
An icy voice rang out. Everyone was stunned at first; then their faces twisted in alarm.
At once, led by the Titled Douluo Yu Chenzhen from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the strongmen from each major faction burst out with their auras. "Sword Uncle!" Ning Fengzhi said grimly, and Sword Douluo immediately unleashed his martial spirit.
Nine spirit rings emerged. Likewise, many Soul Douluo, Soul Sages, Soul Emperors all summoned their martial spirits.
Among them, the Titled Douluo – such as Sword Douluo and Yu Chenzhen – stood out the most, forming a united front against Spirit Hall's outrageous declaration.
Feeling newly confident, Yu Chenzhen shouted, "Spirit Hall, you must give us an explanation today!!!"
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