Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 380 Qian Xunji, Unable to Control His Disciple! Adapting to the God Realm!

At the same time, Bibi Dong, standing before the Papal Palace in Wuhun City, also held a firm belief in her resolve.

She tilted her head back, her violet eyes fixed on the horizon where Yu Xiaolie had disappeared, where only drifting clouds remained, and nothing else existed.

However, her inner world was far from as calm as it appeared.

"Yu Xiaolie, I will definitely catch up with you."

Suddenly, a deep, displeased, and authoritative voice sounded from behind, interrupting Bibi Dong's thoughts.

"Dong'er!"

Bibi Dong's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, then she quickly regained the composure and coldness befitting a pope.

She slowly turned around and saw her teacher, the former Pope Qian Xunji, who was already standing not far away at the intersection of light and shadow, looking at her with a solemn expression.

"teacher."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, her tone flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Qian Xunji took a few steps forward, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, sweeping across the sky where she had been staring before returning to her face, and questioned, "Why did you tacitly allow the two great empires to go to war?"

However, Bibi Dong listened quietly, her face expressionless, until Qian Xunji finished speaking. Only then did she gently raise her eyes, a cold and ethereal smile curving her lips.

"acquiescence?"

She repeated the word, as if savoring its meaning.

"Teacher, you're wrong. This isn't tacit approval."

She took a small step forward, the base of her papal scepter tapping lightly on the ground, producing a clear, resonant sound that was particularly distinct on the quiet terrace.

"The old order has long been rigid and corrupt, and the deep-rooted contradictions between the two empires cannot be resolved by appeasement and mediation."

Only through complete destruction can a new and more stable order and balance be established!

Teacher, times have changed; your mindset should have changed long ago.

Qian Xunji was stunned by the undisguised madness and determination in her words.

He looked at the disciple he had personally trained with disbelief, as if he were truly getting to know her for the first time.

Just as he was about to vehemently refute her, Bibi Dong's energy fluctuated slightly, perhaps due to her emotional state.

A gentle breeze brushed aside the deep purple strands of hair on her forehead, and in the center of her smooth forehead, an extremely complex, eerie, dark purple mark exuding an aura of ominousness and destruction flashed by!
Although it was only for a moment, Chihiro captured it clearly!

That's...! The mark of a god representing destruction?!

Qian Xunji was struck as if by lightning, staggering back half a step, his face drained of all color.

He didn't say anything more, but he had already made a decision in his heart.

……

That night, Qian Xunji lingered in front of the offering hall for a long time.

Last time, because of Poseidon's matter, his relationship with Sendoru and his son became very delicate.

But right now he has to talk to his father about Bibi Dong.

He mustered his courage and knocked on that heavy, ancient door.

From inside the door came Qian Daoliu's calm and composed voice: "Come in."

Qian Xunji pushed open the door and entered. The hall was spacious and solemn. Under the huge angel statue, Qian Daoliu was facing away from him, looking up at the statue, his body radiating pure holy light.

"Father." Qian Xunji bowed respectfully, his voice hoarse.

"What is it?" Qian Daoliu did not turn around, his tone indifferent.

Qian Xunji took a deep breath and spoke urgently, "Father, it's about Bibi Dong! She's probably... she's probably inherited the legacy of the God of Destruction! I saw the mark of destruction on her forehead with my own eyes! She..."

His words stopped abruptly.

As Qian Daoliu slowly turned around, his deep golden eyes looked at him calmly, without the slightest surprise or fluctuation, as if he had already seen through everything.

"Are you done talking?" Qian Daoliu's voice was devoid of emotion.

Qian Xunji was taken aback: "Father...you?"

"We'll discuss everything after Xiaoxue completes the Angel's Nine Trials."

Qian Daoliu's tone left no room for doubt, and even carried a hint of impatience that was barely perceptible.

"Nothing is more important than Xiaoxue inheriting the divine position right now. She is the hope of the Angel Clan and the future of the Spirit Hall. Before she succeeds, do not disturb me with anything from the Hall, and even less should you disturb her."

In Qian Daoliu's view, as long as Qian Renxue successfully inherits the position of Angel God and becomes the new Angel God, all problems will be solved.

Bibi Dong's divine trials have only just begun, but Xiaoxue has already entered the eighth trial of angels!

Destroying legacy, imperial wars—none of that matters.

Therefore, all his energy is now focused on Qian Renxue's crucial final two tests.

“But Father! God of Destruction…” Qian Xunji still tried to argue.

"go out."

……

At the same time, the world of gods.

Yu Xiaolie, along with Tang Yuehua and Shui Qing'er, crossed the final barrier between the mortal realm and the divine realm.

The scene before them suddenly opened up, completely different from the Douluo Continent.

The sky here is an eternal, clear azure blue. There is no sun, yet it is filled with a soft and bright glow, as if the light source comes from the world itself.

Looking out, countless magnificent temples float above the sea of ​​clouds or are hidden among the rugged mountains. These buildings are of different styles, some simple and grand, others exquisite and unparalleled, all exuding a powerful divine aura and the atmosphere of ancient times.

The entire divine realm was peaceful, serene, and magnificent, filled with an aura of immortality, yet it also subtly revealed an unchanging, almost eternal desolation.

The moment Yu Xiaolie stepped into the realm of gods, he clearly felt that a mysterious and close connection had been established between his Asura Godhood and the vast primordial laws of the gods. At the same time, he also felt an invisible layer of rules binding him from the core of the gods.

The tenth soul ring inherited from the Asura God also turned into a nine-colored ring. Countless pieces of information about the laws of killing, judgment, and order flowed into his divine sense like a trickle. However, this connection was both a source of power and an invisible shackle.

He anchored a portion of his essence within this divine realm, operating in accordance with its rules.

He closed his eyes slightly, sensing this peculiar state of being both powerful and constrained—one of the prices one must pay to become a god.

While gaining eternal life and supreme divine power, they are also bound to the divine realm, bearing corresponding responsibilities and rules.

Just then, the dense energy of the divine realm surged towards Tang Yuehua and Shui Qing'er, who had followed him.

Tang Yuehua was the first to be hit; she groaned and her face turned pale instantly.

The energy of the divine realm was too advanced and domineering. Although her body had been tempered by immortal herbs, she still felt immense pressure, as if her meridians were about to burst.

But at that moment, the extremely faint, almost transparent glass amulet around her appeared on its own, like the most agile guardian spirit, gently circling and flowing around her at an unprecedented speed.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

(End of this chapter)