"You…"
The Angel God's voice trembled—not with anger, but with deep, divine-level astonishment.
Earlier, she'd been overwhelmed by Lin Feng's oppressive aura, then mocked by Bibi Dong, leaving her no chance to examine the woman clearly.
But now that she looked closely—
Something was very wrong.
The spirit power in this woman's body was terrifying—vast, pure, and refined.
Not inferior to Qian Daoliu's…
No, it surpassed his.
The Angel God's pupils shrank.
"You're also… a super Douluo!?"
Her voice shot up several octaves, completely losing her divine composure.
Qian Daoliu's old face flushed in embarrassment.
Ancestor, must you shout like that? You're making it seem like Spirit Hall has never seen a super Douluo before…
But the Angel God had no time to care about Qian Daoliu's feelings.
She floated closer, her divine soul sweeping over Bibi Dong without reservation.
And then—
Her golden eyes nearly exploded out of her face.
"Eighteen years old!?"
"An eighteen-year-old super Douluo?!?"
Her scream was shrill enough to break glass, and her divine phantom flickered wildly, like a TV about to lose signal.
"This—this! How can such a ridiculous thing exist!?"
"And your body—! Your physical vessel is too pure! It's like that of a newborn! Even comparable to a Divine Physique, untouched by mortal filth!"
Gold Crocodile Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and the others exchanged very strange looks.
A collective thought arose in their hearts—
Indeed, like a newborn.
Straight from Senior's furnace… just pressed and delivered.
The Angel God finally stabilized her flickering soul—and then her eyes filled with fiery ecstasy.
Perfect.
Simply. Too. Perfect.
Unbelievable strength.
A flawless, immaculate body.
A young physical age beyond comprehension.
This was—without exaggeration—the most ideal vessel for her divine soul.
Tailor-made by heaven.
Unable to suppress her excitement, the Angel God's translucent form drifted forward rapidly—
Eyes shining like a starving wolf spotting prey.
"What are you trying to do!"
Bibi Dong's heart tightened.
Almost instinctively, she pulled Qian Renxue behind her and took two steps back.
Her spirit power erupted; her gaze turned icy—
Like staring at a pervert.
Angel God: "…"
Her movements froze.
Her expression stiffened.
As realization dawned that she looked like a soul-hungry creep, she forcefully straightened her posture, regained a fraction of divine dignity, and cleared her throat.
"Ahem… Pope of the Spirit Hall."
She tried adopting a dignified, persuasive tone.
"As the Pope, you should naturally prioritize the glory and future of Spirit Hall. You understand that, correct?"
Bibi Dong remained unmoved.
Her amethyst eyes narrowed coldly.
"So? What exactly do you want to say?"
The Angel God could no longer hold it in.
She rubbed her illusory hands together, glowing with enthusiasm.
Then she said three words—
"Let me reside in your body!"
Her voice brimmed with temptation.
"Your cultivation is more than sufficient to withstand my divine soul!
And your pure body would greatly nourish my soul, accelerating its recovery!"
"In return, while I reside within you, you will constantly perceive divine power and its mysteries. You may even break through your limits!"
The Angel God grew increasingly excited, certain this was a flawless proposal.
She was the faith of Spirit Hall.
She was a genuine Divinity.
Who wouldn't want her guidance?
Reality's response was a slap.
"I refuse."
Bibi Dong didn't hesitate for even a breath.
Her face remained impassive.
Her gaze even showed a hint of pity—like looking at a delusional fool.
Reject?
Of course she'd reject.
This body—
This new life—
Was personally given to her by Senior.
It was her path to happiness, her rebirth.
Her symbol of future freedom.
Even letting others touch it too long felt like contamination.
Give it to someone else to live inside?
Are you worthy?
Angel God: "…"
She froze.
Completely.
"W–WHY!?"
Her divine composure shattered instantly.
This was the chance to comprehend divine mysteries!
An opportunity mortals wouldn't even dare dream of!
How could she refuse??
Just as she was wondering if she misheard—
A cold, elegant figure stepped between them.
"Ancestor."
Qian Renxue looked up, golden eyes calm yet firm.
"If my mother is unwilling, please don't force her."
PFFT—
The Angel God felt as if someone stabbed her divine soul with an invisible blade.
She stared in disbelief at this descendant—
This descendant who stood protectively before Bibi Dong.
I'm not going to eat your mother!!
I'm just borrowing her body!! Temporarily!!
My soul is literally dissipating in front of you—can't you see?!
Is your ancestor's survival less important than your mother's mood!?
What kind of unfilial descendant is this!?
Anger surged—
Then something clicked.
Wait.
Wait.
Something was off.
Very off.
The Angel God froze.
Her gaze slowly swept Qian Renxue.
Bone age… early twenties.
Next, her gaze turned—stiffly—toward Bibi Dong.
Bone age… eighteen.
A daughter in her twenties.
An eighteen-year-old mother.
The Angel God's soul nearly crashed like a computer overheating—
W–WHAT THE HELL?!
Her divine soul made a sizzling sound from sheer cognitive overload.
No!
Calm down!
Angel God, you are a Divinity! You must maintain divine composure!
Her illusory form flickered uncontrollably.
Her expression twisted between shock, confusion, disbelief, and existential crisis.
This phenomenon—
This biological impossibility—
Absolutely could not exist in the world.
This violated every natural law of creation.
There was only one explanation.
Yes.
The only explanation—
They must not be biologically related.
Yes. Yes!
That must be it!
She must have taken her as a goddaughter!
It must be!
It MUST be!
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