The morning sunlight gilded the white marble with gold, and six pillars carved with Spirit Hall emblems supported the grand entrance.
Su Xu stood by the left pillar, his silver-white armor reflecting a cold, hard luster in the morning light, his spear held vertically at his side in a standard guard’s stance.
While on guard, he stole a glance out of the corner of his eye, looking through the palace gates toward the high Popes Throne deep within.
Upon the throne sat an exquisitely beautiful figure.
It was Bibi Dong.
Even from a distance of dozens of meters, Su Xu could still clearly feel that suffocating beauty and majesty.
The purple-gold Supreme Pontiff robes outlined her perfect curves, and beneath the Nine-Segment Purple-Gold Crown, her light purple hair cascaded like a waterfall.
She was looking down, reviewing documents, her profile appearing cool and sacred in the light filtering through the stained glass, like an inviolable goddess.
“Hey!
Su Xu!”
A hushed scolding came from across the way.
The eyes beneath another Guard Knight’s helmet glared at him: “Where are you looking?
Do you want to die?” The speaker was Luo Ge.
A level forty-eight Battle Spirit Ancestor and a formal member of the Supreme Pontiff Palace guard unit.
The look he gave Su Xu was one of undisguised contempt.
Everyone knew that this guy named Su Xu had squeezed his way in here by bribing those above with a large sum of gold coins.
Su Xu withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly at Luo Ge: “Sorry, I spaced out.”
“Spaced out?” Luo Ge snorted coldly.
“Spacing out in this place, ten heads wouldn’t be enough to lose!
If you want to seek death, don’t drag me down with you!”
Su Xu stopped responding and looked straight ahead again, his face solemn like a truly loyal guard.
However, the heart beneath his armor was pounding wildly.
Three months and seven days since transmigrating to this World.
He had finally reached the position closest to his goal.
In his previous life, his twenty-odd years were as ordinary as dust.
A major truck accident sent his body to this continent where spirit rings shone, where he then devoured and replaced a person also named Su Xu, nourishing himself.
The original owner was a child of an ordinary Spirit Master Family in Spirit City, twenty-four years old like him, a level forty-one Spirit Ancestor.
His talent was neither high nor low, his Family had declined, and both his parents were dead.
After being devoured by him, he left behind a fairly substantial inheritance, as well as two Spirits.
The first Spirit: Cone-Breaking Spear, a Tool Spirit with very good power, and a spirit ring configuration of yellow, yellow, purple, purple.
The second Spirit was his unique cheat as a transmigrator.
It was also the reason he devoured the original owner and obtained everything: an ancient clock floating in Su Xu’s mental World.
A silver-white dial with Roman numeral markings and three motionless hands.
When Su Xu first touched it with his will, the information that flooded his mind almost made him suffocate.
Clock Martial Soul, Spirit Ability: Time Stop.
When activated, time is absolutely frozen, allowing the host to control everything.
Three times a day, two hours each time—it could be called a god-tier skill.
It was also the key to a demon.
The suppression of his past life and the desires of this life intertwined and swelled the moment he obtained power.
Knowing this was the Douluo Continent, and knowing that the peerless Supreme Pontiff truly existed, a crazy thought grew day and night like vines wrapping around his heart.
I must have her.
When this thought first appeared, even Su Xu was startled.
Who was Bibi Dong?
The Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, a possessor of twin spirits, and a future god.
And he was just a level forty-one Spirit Ancestor who barely managed to stand outside the Supreme Pontiff Palace through bribery.
But that Clock Martial Soul reminded him of how Heaven-Defying his power was.
Thus, the plan began.
Selling off his Family property and exhausting everything, he sent gold coins to a certain deputy commander of the guard unit through three layers of intermediaries.
Seven days ago, the transfer order arrived: on-duty guard for the outer hall of the Supreme Pontiff Palace for a period of one month.
One month was enough for him.
The sound of footsteps coming from the hall brought Su Xu back to his senses.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of two figures.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, two Titled Douluo, bowed to Bibi Dong on the throne and then turned to leave.
As they passed the palace gates, Yue Guan’s strange eyes swept over the guards on both sides.
Su Xu felt a chill penetrate his armor and quickly focused his breath, restraining his spirit power to the extreme.
Fortunately, the gaze only lingered for a moment.
Thinking about it, what kind of status did a Titled Douluo have?
Why would they pay special attention to two minor Spirit Ancestors on guard?
Once the two Titled Douluo powerhouses were far away, silence returned to the hall, leaving only Bibi Dong reviewing the documents.
Occasionally, she would raise a slender finger to lightly press her brow, her purple-gold Supreme Pontiff robes swaying slightly with her movements.
In the vast hall, there was only the rustling sound of a quill pen crossing paper and her occasional soft sighs.
Now was the time.
A sharp light flashed in Su Xu’s eyes as he thought: “Time Stop, activate.”
The Clock of Time Stop turned, and invisible ripples quietly spread, sweeping across the corridor in front of the hall and into the deep palace, erasing all color and sound, freezing everything into an absolute silence.
Time stopped right there.
Su Xu adjusted his armor.
Under the gaze of Luo Ge, who was completely frozen with a look of contempt still on his face, he stepped forward and calmly entered the towering palace gates, walking toward the “prey” he had long coveted.
Entering the hall, Su Xu closed the door to facilitate his actions later.
The palace doors shut silently, cutting off the last bit of light from the outside.
Inside the grand Supreme Pontiff Palace, within the Domain of frozen time, everything presented a strange and solemn state of suspension.
The dust floating in the air, the beams of light through the window frames, and even the wisps of blue smoke rising from the incense burner beside the throne were all like a frozen painting.
Su Xu stepped onto the crimson carpet.
Step by step, he walked toward the Popes Throne situated on the high platform.
His footsteps were clearly audible in the absolute silence, thrumming against his excited nerves.
The closer he got, the stronger the visual impact of the figure on the throne became.
The purple-gold formal attire wrapped around her breathtaking curves, every contour a masterpiece of the Creator.
Beneath the Nine-Segment Purple-Gold Crown, her light purple hair was as smooth as the finest silk, with a few strands falling beside her jade-white cheeks.
Her eyelashes were long and thick, casting faint shadows on her eyelids in the still light.
Her nose was elegant, her lips perfectly shaped with a natural light pink luster.
Even while closing her eyes in meditation during the stillness.
That face radiated a breathtaking beauty and a natural majesty—cool, noble, and inviolable—as if it gathered all the imaginations of “perfection” in the World.
“So beautiful…” Su Xu sighed softly, the burning light in his eyes almost overflowing.
“As expected of Bibi Dong, the peerless Supreme Pontiff.” Nearly two hours of time remained.
In this Domain that belonged absolutely to him, she was a peerless treasure frozen in time.
An indescribable impulse drove him.
He did not stop below the steps but raised his foot, step by step, and ascended the Popes Throne, which symbolized the supreme power of Spirit Hall.
The seat was wide.
He carefully sat down beside Bibi Dong, sharing this noble chair with her.
As soon as he sat, an indescribable fragrance permeated his heart.
It wasn’t the scent of ordinary rouge, but a unique aroma that mixed noble coldness with a faint body fragrance—elegant, mysterious, making one’s mind sway and unable to stop.
Su Xu took a deep breath, an almost intoxicated expression appearing on his face.
At such close range, staring at this exquisitely beautiful and defenseless face right before him, the longings of his past and present lives intertwined with the thrill of holding absolute power at this moment, breaking through the last embankment of his reason.
Holding his breath, slowly, with a hint of trembling and immense determination, he leaned in.
His figure gently covered the peerless Supreme Pontiff on the throne.
Finally, it landed on those two light pink lips that symbolized supreme authority and holiness.
The touch was slightly cool and incredibly soft.