With each step he took, Bibi Dong's heart trembled, haunted by the sense of déjà vu. It felt as if the next moment, Gu Yi would pounce on her like a ravenous beast, stripping her of everything. A tear rolled down Bibi Dong's cheek; she wasn't as strong as she imagined. When faced with such a situation, she found herself utterly unable to maintain control.
"Have you had enough fun? This is the Spirit Hall. If you dare commit treason against the Pope, death is all that awaits you," Bibi Dong's voice trembled with desperation. She was like a drowning person, clinging desperately to any shred of hope, no matter how faint.
"The Pope? Even after Tang Hao killed the Pope more than ten years ago, he was able to still lived freely," Gu Yi's voice was cruel, crushing the last sliver of hope Bibi Dong had. Although Gu Yi knew that Qian Xunji hadn't actually been killed by Tang Hao, his goal now was to utterly destroy Bibi Dong's hope. Only by reaching the brink of death could her spirit be truly tempered.
Hatred brewed within Bibi Dong's heart. Why was it always her who encountered such things? Her soul repeatedly questioned this.
"You're too weak. It's because you're foolish and naive," Gu Yi's words pulled Bibi Dong back to reality.
But these words only served to awaken her. He was right—she was too weak. If she had invincible power, who could put her in such a position? Power, I need power! she thought. A powerful force gradually surged within Bibi Dong. Gu Yi knew this was the power of the Rakshasa God. But he didn't stop; he pressed on.
"Bibi Dong, look at me. Who am I?" Gu Yi's voice took on a familiar tone, making Bibi Dong instinctively turn to look at him. To her horror, she saw Yu Xiaogang's face.
"How about it? Do you like this look?" Gu Yi's face, bearing Yu Xiaogang's likeness, only fueled Bibi Dong's anger, far surpassing her earlier fear.
"Don't like it? Then how about this one?" Gu Yi's face morphed into that of Qian Xunji.
Gu Yi's intent was clear—he was pushing Bibi Dong to her limits. Then, reverting back to his own face, he slowly approached her, his expression laden with obscene malice. His right hand inched closer, slowly reaching for Bibi Dong's clothes.
At that moment, Bibi Dong's hatred for Gu Yi peaked, even surpassing the loathing she felt for Qian Xunji, who had violated her in the past.
Fueled by hatred and rage, Bibi Dong forcefully broke through the seal that Gu Yi had cast on her. The power of the Rakshasa God instantly enveloped her, restoring her cultivation. Just as she was about to attack, the entire scene shattered. Gu Yi's body splintered and disappeared.
She found herself back in her original position, with Gu Yi standing quietly not far away. Everything was exactly as it had been before she fell into the illusion.
"Remember that feeling," Gu Yi's voice came again, but now it was no longer laced with that obscene tone; it was surprisingly calm.
Before Bibi Dong could react, the Rakshasa God's power within her lost control again.
"Sigh…" Gu Yi sighed softly as he extended his Evil Domain to absorb the runaway power from her.
After calming down, Bibi Dong raised her head. "What exactly happened just now? You'd better explain," she demanded, feeling like she had been toyed with, completely unable to grasp the situation.
"As you saw, I was helping you control the Rakshasa God's power. Your condition can't be managed with conventional methods, so I used a special technique," Gu Yi explained.
Bibi Dong suppressed the murderous intent in her eyes, though in her heart, it boiled over. She couldn't forget the earlier scenes.
"Alright, I should be going," Gu Yi said, quickly leaving the chamber, almost as if fleeing from her presence.
"How do you know about that?" Bibi Dong called after him, but received no reply. She rushed out, but Gu Yi was already gone.
"Your Holiness, Yu Xiaogang requests an audience," a voice announced.
Bibi Dong instinctively adjusted her hair and clothes, ensuring she appeared composed. Hearing Yu Xiaogang's name, she momentarily forgot why there was a maid near her bedchamber for she had clearly forbidden anyone from entering earlier.
Taking her seat on the Pope's throne, Bibi Dong finally summoned Yu Xiaogang.
"Elder Yu, what brings you here?" Bibi Dong asked, looking at the much older Yu Xiaogang standing below her. Instantly, she was reminded of the Yu Xiaogang from the illusion, and she briefly lost herself in thought.
"Dong'er, is there still a chance for us?" Yu Xiaogang asked, his voice filled with longing.
Bibi Dong was taken aback. "What... did you say?" After all these years, after everything that had happened, did he still hold on to that pure love?
"Dong'er, did you know? I still love you deeply. If it hadn't been for your teacher tearing us apart, we could have spent our lives together," Yu Xiaogang's voice was filled with regret.
But Bibi Dong was no longer the naive girl she had been twenty or thirty years ago. Deep down, she still harbored feelings for Yu Xiaogang, but she managed to suppress them.
Holding the position of Pope was no easy task.
"Elder Yu, the past is like smoke—let's not bring it up again," Bibi Dong replied coldly, rejecting Yu Xiaogang's proposal. "If you have nothing else to say, then Elder Yu, please leave."
Yu Xiaogang sighed in disappointment. "There's one more thing, Your Holiness. You're the only one who has been able to overcome the drawbacks of twin martial spirits. I have a disciple who also possesses twin martial spirits. Can you tell me how to train him?"
The fact that the Spirit Master world's most revered Grandmaster, known as the foremost expert in spirit theory, had come to seek help from someone else was deeply ironic.
"Is that so? So you can train a genius to oppose our Spirit Hall?" Bibi Dong's tone turned icy. Your Holiness? That title changed quickly, she thought.
"No, my disciple would never stand against Spirit Hall. I swear it on my reputation as a master."
"Tell me, who is he?" Bibi Dong asked lazily, reclining in her chair.
"His name is Tang San. His martial spirits are Blue Silver Grass and a hammer. Not only that, but he absorbed a spirit ring far beyond the usual age limit for his third ring. He's extraordinarily gifted and respects his teachers deeply," Yu Xiaogang explained.
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed. "His surname is Tang, and his martial spirits are Blue Silver Grass and a hammer. Elder Yu, do you really think I'm so foolish that I wouldn't know who his father is?"
Yu Xiaogang looked awkward. "Bibi Dong, does our bond after all these years mean less to you than a mere technique?"
"Raising a tiger to threaten me? Those words will never appear in my dictionary. Leave, and I don't want to see you again," Bibi Dong said coldly, closing her eyes, signifying the end of their relationship.
Yu Xiaogang turned to leave, but before he exited, he left her with one final warning, "Bibi Dong, you're still as heartless as ever. If my disciple suffers because of this, I will stop at nothing to destroy the Spirit Hall you hold so dear."
Bibi Dong watched him leave, then burst into hysterical laughter, filled with a mix of madness and despair. The Rakshasa God's power began to seep from her, filling the room with a dark, ominous energy. Bibi Dong had finally lost control.
(End Of Chapter)