Something was wrong with Bibi Dong.
That was Qian Daoliu’s first thought upon seeing her clearly.
Ever since becoming the Pope of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong had always worn the papal vestments—dignified, solemn, and majestic, with cold, sharp eyes.
Though still beautiful, she carried the weight of time and maturity about her, completely lacking the youth and vitality of a maiden.
In modern terms, one might call her a mature woman.
Although Bibi Dong rejected Qian Renxue, she still possessed traces of motherhood and love—just extremely faint.
But the Bibi Dong before him now was so dangerous that even the Limit Douluo Qian Daoliu, who oversaw divine trials and possessed divine power, felt wary.
The woman sat high upon the papal throne.
Her soft, slightly curled purplish-red hair was tied behind her, and her violet eyes were exceptionally beautiful and dazzling, carrying an air of mystery.
But instead of her usual robes, she wore a suit of black metal battle armor.
Even the jeweled scepter she always carried was set aside, replaced by a longsword hanging at her waist.
She now resembled a honed blade—an extremely dangerous weapon.
Qian Daoliu rarely saw the woman dressed like this.
Whether as the young Bibi Dong or as Pope Bibi Dong, she had always preferred light, beautiful, and luxurious dresses.
She seldom wore such armor.
And now, Bibi Dong had suddenly donned it.
Was she preparing for battle?
Qian Daoliu wondered, but he also knew such speculation was almost impossible.
The Papal Hall was at the core of the Spirit Hall, surrounded by layers of protection.
How could anyone possibly reach this place and attack Bibi Dong, a Titled Douluo and the Pope of the Spirit Hall?
“What brings you here?” Bibi Dong lifted her gaze to glance at Qian Daoliu, her tone flat as she spoke.
She was currently busy searching for A Yuan and had no time to entertain Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu didn’t beat around the bush.
He went straight to the point.
“Xiao Xue is in trouble.”
“…So what?” Bibi Dong asked, tilting her head slightly.
“This matter concerns you.
She’s been calling out your name constantly.” Qian Daoliu felt pained that his obedient, sensible granddaughter had to suffer like this.
He continued, “Since this was caused by you, it should naturally be resolved by you.”
At this point, Qian Daoliu’s tone softened, and his voice grew heavy.
“Oh…” Bibi Dong finally showed interest.
The corner of her mouth curled into an eerie smile.
So, Qian Renxue had also obtained memories…
Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong before him and unconsciously furrowed his brows.
“If you’re unwilling, forget it.
I’ll take care of Xiao Xue myself.” Qian Daoliu suddenly regretted his decision to come to Bibi Dong.
“This is my good daughter.
Since something’s wrong, of course I should help.” Qian Daoliu refused, but Bibi Dong became proactive instead.
“…” Qian Daoliu didn’t want Bibi Dong, in her current abnormal state, to get close to Xiao Xue—in case it worsened his granddaughter’s condition.
Sensing Qian Daoliu’s resistance, Bibi Dong rose from her papal throne.
“Tap, tap, tap…”
She walked down step by step.
“Doesn’t the Grand Enshrined want to know why Xiao Xue suddenly became like this?”
“You know?” Qian Daoliu’s eyes flickered as he scrutinized Bibi Dong.
He couldn’t help but suspect that Bibi Dong was behind Xiao Xue’s change.
“There’s no need for the Grand Enshrined to look at me like that.
Qian Renxue is, after all, my own biological daughter.
How could I possibly harm her?” Bibi Dong smiled slightly and said this.
“…I will watch you personally.” Qian Daoliu thought about how Qian Renxue’s condition was deteriorating and decided to give it a try.
He brought Bibi Dong to the Enshrined Hall.
Sunlight streamed down from the dome at that moment, forming a beam with a Tyndall effect—hazy and dreamlike—landing precisely on the golden-haired girl kneeling before the Angel God’s statue.
The girl’s peerlessly beautiful face appeared holy and pristine, as if naturally haloed, making people afraid to approach and disturb the beauty of the scene.
But for some reason, from time to time, a trace of malevolence flickered across her brows, breaking that ethereal quality.
Seeing his granddaughter in this state, Qian Daoliu felt immense heartache.
The moment Bibi Dong entered the hall, it was as if a switch had been triggered.
Qian Renxue’s eyes snapped open from her prayers.
She looked toward the entrance—her gaze landing on Bibi Dong…
Instantly…
“BIBI DONG!!!” A shrill, furious roar echoed through the hall.
Qian Renxue actually drew her sword and charged straight at her.
The Angel Holy Sword was raised high, its blade wreathed in blazing flames.
Even Qian Daoliu was stunned by the sight.
Bibi Dong was after all Xiao Xue’s mother.
Hadn’t the Xiao Xue of the past always been filled with childlike longing, desperately seeking Bibi Dong’s approval?
At the same time, Qian Daoliu grew wary of Bibi Dong.
What exactly had she done to Xiao Xue to drive her to this state?
“Clang!” The sword was blocked.
The impact sent tremors through the blade, which hummed and vibrated.
But Bibi Dong, looking at the furious, irrational Qian Renxue before her, didn’t try to soothe her.
Instead, a mocking smile curled across her face.
“Still as useless as ever.” Before the words had even faded, Bibi Dong kicked Qian Renxue in the abdomen, sending her flying.
The sight of mother and daughter tearing at each other left the surrounding Enshrined stunned.
Qian Daoliu reacted in time this time, catching Qian Renxue after Bibi Dong’s kick.
Then he turned to Bibi Dong, his face full of fury.
“Bibi Dong, I asked you to come and comfort Xiao Xue.
What are you doing?!”
Bibi Dong, however, looked at Qian Renxue, who had been “calmed down” by the kick, and said, “Isn’t she normal now?”
Qian Daoliu looked down at his granddaughter in his arms.
Qian Renxue’s golden hair was disheveled, her violet eyes dark and profound, fixed on Bibi Dong with a deathly glare.
How was that normal?
Bibi Dong looked at Qian Renxue, who had finally calmed down, and spoke.
“Do you want to see Fang Yuan again?”
Ignoring her injuries, Qian Renxue immediately stood up from Qian Daoliu’s embrace.
The hatred and killing intent in her eyes were replaced by another emotion—anxiety and hope.
“You know where A Yuan is?”
After awakening her simulation memories, Qian Renxue had also tried to find Fang Yuan.
But following A Yuan’s background from her memories, the results had been devastating.
First, there was no trace of A Yuan at the auction.
Then she went to the slave trader who had sent A Yuan to the auction, only to be told they had never received a child with innate full soul power.
Finally, she went to Fang Yuan’s hometown—to the father and stepmother who had sold him—and they insisted they had never had a child named Fang Yuan.
No matter how she searched, she couldn’t find Fang Yuan.
That was why Qian Renxue had become so frantic.
After all…
She had been pregnant with his child and had watched her beloved die before her very eyes—killed by her own biological mother…