The monument's half-open eye pulsed.
Soft, invisible ripples spread outward, passing silently through the gathered crowd, through stone walls, and beyond the Prayer Hall itself.
The the moment the angelic ripple of faith passed through Spirit City—
Bibi Dong had been struggling to suppress the dark thoughts for a long time snapped.
A nefarious purple aura erupted violently from Bibi Dong's body. The delicate balance within her mind shattered as if struck by a hammer.
Her pupils constricted sharply.
Inside her consciousness, the Rakshasa divine intent finally spoke, its tone cold, and utterly malicious.
"I don't care if that disgusting winged bird left behind contingencies."
A low, amused chuckle echoed in her mind.
"But since it dares to irritate me… I want to make the mother of her most talented descendant go mad and kill her."
Bibi Dong's breathing grew ragged.
Her fingers trembled as she slowly stood up from the Pope's throne. Purple soul power surged like poisonous mist, staining the air itself.
Her voice emerged hoarse, twisted by hatred and pain.
"Angel…"
Whoosh.
It was like the whisper of wind.
In the blink of an eye, Bibi Dong vanished from the Pope's Hall, leaving behind only distorted space and lingering purple light.
Guided entirely by her dark thoughts and divine malice, she moved instinctively—toward the only living existence in Spirit City, other than Qian Daoliu himself, that carried pure Angelic divine power.
Her target was clear.
Eve, the one who had absorbed the Angel Soul Bones.
But halfway through her furious flight—
She stopped.
The purple soul power around her flared violently once more, her killing intent freezing for a fraction of a second as her eyes locked onto a familiar figure ahead.
It was Qian Xunji.
Somehow, through an unknown method, he had forcibly destroyed the seal suppressing his cultivation. Terrifying soul power surged from his body, unmistakably that of a Level 95 Super Douluo.
Yet his state was clearly abnormal.
His aura fluctuated violently, his breath uneven, and faint cracks of light spread across his body like fractures in porcelain. Anyone could tell—he was burning his own foundation.
Qian Xunji looked at her quietly, his expression gentle, almost apologetic.
"Dong'er," he said softly, his voice steady despite the chaos within his body.
"Why not take your anger out on me?"
Behind him, his Seraphim Martial Soul flashed into existence. Sacred wings unfolded, radiant and blinding, forcibly pushing back the purple haze around them.
With a single beat of those wings, he turned and flew out of Spirit City, his golden light cutting a path through the sky.
"Angel…"
"A&!3l—!"
Bibi Dong's voice broke into something inhuman.
The moment she saw Qian Xunji, her rage surged uncontrollably, drowning out the last traces of reason.
Like a vengeful ghost, she chased after him, violently.
----
At the same time, deep within Elder's Hall— Qian Daoliu abruptly opened his eyes.
As the High Priest of the Angel God, he could clearly distinguish divine energy from soul power. The moment Bibi Dong's unstable dark divinity erupted, his heart tightened.
But when he sensed the direction of her departure—away from Spirit City—he finally released a heavy sigh of relief.
At least… the city was safe.
What Qian Daoliu failed to notice—was the person who had deliberately led Bibi Dong away, due to subtle psychological hints.
However Qian Daoliu had a premonition that something bad might happen
--
Outside the city, far beyond Spirit City's walls.
Qian Xunji hovered in midair, the golden radiance of his Seraphim Martial Soul flickering unsteadily behind him.
His thoughts, however, were unusually clear.
'I never realized it before… The sermons now being conducted across all Spirit Hall branches…'
Qian Xunji had once thought those ancient records to be nothing more than symbolic texts. But after learning about the plan—he had spent countless days buried in the Spirit Hall's deepest library.
And it was there that he discovered the truth.
'They are eerily similar to the rituals from the era when the Angel Goddess ascended.'
Had he not read extensively, had he not compared fragmented descriptions across eras, he would never have noticed it.
'And if there is an Angel Goddess… Then there must be gods whose attributes stand in absolute opposition.'
Perhaps Bibi Dong's condition…even his own twisted past—Were the result of another deity's interference.
Qian Xunji had always been intelligent. But only after losing everything did he realize how muddled and blinded his mind had been before.
As Eve's clerk, he had been nearby when Bibi Dong's aura erupted. The moment he saw her berserk state, all the information he had once skimmed through in the library surged back into his mind like a flood.
And he made his choice.
'If bad karma exists between us…Then let it end with me.'
He didn't think further, because Bibi Dong had already arrived.
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A violent purple radiance descended from the sky like a curse given form.
The blasphemous divine power surrounding Bibi Dong distorted the air.
Qian Xunji could feel his vitality slipping away rapidly.
With the seal destroyed his life was flying away each second.
But he didn't resist it. Instead, he smiled and slowly opened his arms.
At the same time, the wings behind his Seraphim Martial Soul spread wide, fully exposed—an open invitation.
Bibi Dong froze for a brief moment. There was still a trace of sanity left within her.
And that trace only made her fury burn hotter. Her hatred, once chaotic, found a clear target—the man she loathed, the man connected by blood to the daughter she despised and feared.
Her hoarse voice echoed, trembling with madness.
"Angel…"
Purple light condensed violently.
A sickle surging with purple aura formed in her hand, its edge humming with divine malice.
Qian Xunji didn't dodge.
Ptoochi.
The sickle tore straight through his chest.
Blood sprayed into the air.
Yet Qian Xunji only smiled wider.
"This…" he coughed, blood spilling from his lips, "…is what I owe you."
The purple divine power invaded his body, ravaging his organs and spirit like a plague. Only after that did Bibi Dong pull the sickle free.