Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

He bent down, took out several soul bones from Tang Hao's body, and then turned and flew back to the Spirit Hall.

He was very fast, and returned to the Spirit Hall in less than half an hour.

He landed in the square in front of the main hall and found that everything was safe and sound.

Qian Daoliu was helped to the Hall of Offerings by several elders. The deep pit in the square was being filled in, and the injured disciples were being carried away for treatment. Everything was returning to normal in an orderly manner.

The night in the Spirit Hall remained quiet.

The only sounds were the whistling of the wind through the eaves and the chirping of insects in the distance.

He unleashed his spiritual power, spreading outwards from himself in all directions, covering every corner of the Spirit Hall, penetrating every wall, and permeating every room.

Everything at the Spirit Hall remains the same; nothing has changed.

He thought to himself that perhaps he was overthinking it.

Perhaps the God of Asura really just wanted to test his strength.

But just as he was about to withdraw his mental energy, his consciousness swept over the secret chamber below the offering hall.

He paused abruptly, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The secret room was completely empty.

The golden chains lay scattered on the ground, their broken edges smooth as mirrors, as if they had been severed by something sharp.

Bibi Dong, who was imprisoned inside, has disappeared.

He slipped into the offering hall, rushed down the steps, pushed open the iron door of the dungeon, and went inside.

There was no trace of any aura left in the secret chamber, not even a fluctuation of soul power, as if Bibi Dong had evaporated from the mortal world.

Luring the tiger away from the mountain.

He quickly realized that this was a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

The Asura God was behind it all, first using Tang Hao to lure him away, and then sending people to rescue Bibi Dong during the battle.

He rushed out of the secret chamber, his figure flashing rapidly above the Spirit Hall. He unleashed his full mental power, covering Spirit City and every inch of the surrounding land.

But after searching every corner, no trace was found.

Bibi Dong vanished as if into thin air, leaving no trace.

He flew over a hundred miles away and scanned the surrounding area with his mental energy, but still found nothing.

He finally stopped, stood in the night sky, looked down at the vast earth below, his brows furrowed.

The Douluo Continent is too vast; a comprehensive search would be an enormous undertaking.

Moreover, since it was the Asura God who was behind it all, it wouldn't be easy for him to find out.

He clicked his tongue, unable to understand what the Asura God's purpose was. Was it for the Rakshasa God's will within Bibi Dong?

The probability seems quite high.

He didn't know what the Asura God wanted to do with Bibi Dong.

But they knew this was definitely not a good sign.

Tang Jian exhaled a breath of stale air, "Let's take it one step at a time."

He turned and flew back to the Spirit Hall to visit Qian Daoliu.

The palace of Qian Daoliu was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and the table was covered with various bottles and jars.

Two healing soul masters stood by the bed, treating Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu lay on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his lips purple, and his breath as weak as a candle about to burn out.

He saw Yang Jian enter, slightly opened his eyes, and asked in a hoarse and weak voice, "Tang Hao is dead?"

Yang Jian nodded.

"Where is Bibi Dong?"

Yang Jian remained silent for a moment, then gently shook his head.

"They're gone. They must have been rescued."

A look of seriousness flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes, and his chest heaved violently a few times.

But he didn't say anything, he just closed his eyes.

After a long silence, he waved his hand, his voice tired and hoarse: "I want to be alone. Go and do your thing."

Chapter 198 Do you want revenge?

Yang Jian nodded, turned and left the palace, his footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

He returned to his small courtyard, where Hu Liena was waiting at the door, her face filled with anxiety and worry.

When she saw Yang Jian appear, she immediately rushed over and hugged him tightly, her voice trembling with tears: "Are you alright? I heard Tang Hao came, I was so scared. Are you hurt?"

Yang Jian gently patted her back and said calmly, "It's okay," before walking straight into his room.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to circulate the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

Golden light emanated from his body, flowing slowly along his meridians and nourishing his injured right arm.

The wound was healing at a visible speed, and the remaining divine power within it was being gradually removed.

He must recover his condition as soon as possible and then seize the time to break through to the Soul Douluo level.

He always felt that Bibi Dong's disappearance was not an isolated incident, and that the woman might reappear one day, even stronger than before.

He must be prepared before that time comes.

……

The sky over the far north is always gloomy, as if it is permanently covered by a thick gray curtain.

A cold wind blew from the edge of the ice field, carrying a biting chill and endless loneliness. It swirled fine ice crystals and slapped against the bare rock walls, making a rustling sound, like countless insects gnawing at the stone.

No one knew that a cave was hidden deep in this desolate land, and no one knew what was happening inside the cave.

This place is isolated from the world; even birds are unwilling to fly over it. Only the occasional sound of the wind breaks the deathly silence.

The cave's depths are dry and warm, a stark contrast to the icy landscape outside, as if two completely different worlds were separated by an invisible barrier.

Several glowing minerals were embedded in the cracks of the rock on the wall. The pale blue light flowed across the stone wall, flickering on and off, like the eyes of some ancient creature blinking in the darkness, or like forgotten stars falling to the ground.

A faint herbal scent permeated the air, bitter yet refreshing, mixed with a barely perceptible stench of blood, as if someone had performed some kind of clandestine ritual here.

Water droplets condensed at the tips of the icicles hanging from the cave ceiling, and every now and then a drop would fall, hitting the ground with a crisp echo that sounded particularly clear in the silence, like a heart beating alone in the darkness.

Bibi Dong's eyelids twitched slightly.

Her eyelashes trembled, like the moment a butterfly flaps its wings, and then her eyelids slowly opened a crack.

Her consciousness seemed to slowly rise from the deep sea, and everything around her appeared blurry and distant, shrouded in a thick fog.

She felt as if she were floating in a dark ocean, without direction or weight, with only an indescribable emptiness, as if she had been forgotten by the whole world.

Then she felt her fingers, the rough texture of rock against her fingertips, cold and hard, covered with a thin layer of dust.

She felt her arms move again, then her shoulders, and then her whole body.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused for a moment, then sharpened.

The icicles on the cave ceiling gleamed coldly in the dim light, resembling inverted swords with their tips pointing at her body, as if they could fall and pierce her at any moment.

She turned her head and saw the rough rock texture on the wall, every crack and every fold, and a few glowing ores emitting a faint light.

She tried to sit up, but found herself very weak, so weak that even raising her hand was extremely difficult, as if all her strength had been drained away, leaving only an empty shell.

She braced herself on the ground for a while to catch her breath, her arms trembling slightly, each exertion feeling like it was consuming the last bit of her energy.

She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to slowly sit up, leaning against the cave wall, panting heavily.

Her chest heaved violently, each breath a heavy gasp, like someone who had trekked too far in the desert and finally found water, greedily drawing in the air.

Her mind was a complete mess, unable to make sense of it all. Past memories and the present reality were intertwined, and she couldn't distinguish which were real and which were fake.

Then she saw a person standing deep inside the cave.

The person was completely wrapped in a black robe, with even their face hidden in the shadow of the hood, revealing only half of their pale chin and a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness.

Those eyes flickered faintly in the darkness, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps, cold and empty, devoid of any emotion.

He stood there motionless, like a sculpture that had existed since ancient times, or like some indescribable being that had grown out of the wall, blending into the surrounding darkness.

If it weren't for those eyes occasionally flickering, Bibi Dong would have thought she was still dreaming, or that she was already dead, and that everything before her eyes was just a hallucination before death, a deception woven by her brain at the last moment.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her vigilance was instantly stretched to its maximum, like a taut string.

She instinctively shrank back, her back pressed against the cold stone wall, one hand braced against the stone surface beside her, her fingers slightly clenched, the fingertips scraping against the rock surface making a soft rustling sound.

Her throat was dry, as if she had been in the desert for too long, and her voice was hoarse and cold.

"Who are you? Why am I here?"

Bibi Dong's mind was blank; all her memories seemed to have been erased by something, leaving only some blurry fragments.

She remembered the dimly lit secret room where the prince was enshrined, and the golden chains that wrapped around her limbs and neck, suspending her in mid-air. The sealing patterns on the chains suppressed her soul power, making it impossible for her to move even a finger.

She remembered struggling desperately, the chains rattling as she struggled.

Then there was Qian Daoliu's indifferent face. He stood at the door of the secret chamber, golden light falling from the angel statue onto his shoulders—a silent mockery.

Then there were Yang Jian's emotionless eyes. When he walked in, his footsteps echoed in the empty, secret room. He looked at her as if she were an object, not a person.

Then, a sudden darkness swept over her consciousness, as if an invisible giant hand had covered her mouth and nose, dragging her into the abyss, and everything disappeared.

The man in black robes spoke slowly, his voice deep and calm, carrying an ancient sense of detachment and an indescribable majesty, as if from an even more ancient era:

"That's not important. What's important is whether you want revenge?"

Chapter 199 You're not qualified to know

Bibi Dong's breath hitched.

The word "revenge" was like a key, instantly unlocking the tightly locked door in her heart, behind which lay all the anger, resentment, and humiliation she had accumulated over this period.