The golden orb of light—under everyone's suffocating despair—finally touched Bibi Dong's back.
Like a droplet sinking into a tranquil lake, it vanished without a sound.
Bibi Dong's body stiffened instantly.
She braced herself for the agony of her soul being ripped apart, for the fatal devouring of her consciousness.
Yet—
Nothing.
No pain.
No tearing.
Not even the faintest sensation.
Just as confusion surfaced in her mind—
A chilling cold, sharp enough to freeze the soul, erupted from her chest.
Bibi Dong's head jerked downward.
And she saw it.
The orb of divine soul did not merge with her.
It passed through her.
Passed straight through her newly reborn, flawless body—
as if her existence held no meaning, no physicality.
Before she could even comprehend this impossibility—
The golden orb, after emerging from her chest, continued forward
and plunged directly into the center of Qian Renxue's brows.
"No—!!!"
A hoarse, soul-tearing scream burst from Bibi Dong.
Buzz—
A blinding golden radiance erupted from Qian Renxue's body.
Holy. Sacred.
Yet cold enough to suffocate.
Seeing that light, Bibi Dong's legs went weak.
"Xiaoxue!!"
At that exact moment, the restraints binding Qian Daoliu and the others dissolved.
"XIAOXUE!!!"
Qian Daoliu screamed, old tears pouring down his face as he bolted forward like a madman.
Gold Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, Lion Douluo…
All of them were on the verge of collapsing, their faces pale with dread.
On the other side—
Bibi Dong held her daughter tightly, Qian Renxue's glowing body limp in her arms.
Her soul felt hollowed out.
Her knees trembled.
Her breathing hitched.
She slowly lifted her head.
Her amethyst eyes, once clear and sharp, were now drowning in bottomless despair.
And she stared at one man.
The man still reclining lazily on his chair.
The man who had just played with a Divinity's soul as if it were a toy.
Tears streamed down her face.
Perfect tears on a perfect face—
yet hopeless to the point of collapse.
"Senior…"
Her voice cracked—hoarse, broken, begging.
"Please… please…"
She wanted to beg him to give her daughter back.
But before her trembling lips could shape another word—
Lin Feng lazily lifted his hand.
A casual, almost bored motion.
Bibi Dong froze mid-sentence.
Because she saw it.
Lin Feng flicked his finger toward Qian Renxue.
A light, gentle motion.
Yet the next moment—
—the sacred light pouring into Qian Renxue's body abruptly reversed.
It was yanked out of her glabella
as if someone had pressed a cosmic rewind button.
The complete, radiant divine soul orb reappeared in mid-air,
its sacred aura undiminished.
It simply hovered there.
Time stopped.
Qian Daoliu froze mid-charge.
Gold Crocodile Douluo's grief-stricken expression hardened into disbelief.
The Hall of Worship fell silent.
Everyone's eyes widened to the limit.
This… this was possible?
Letting a divine soul enter?
Sure. Maybe.
But taking it out again—
Just like pulling a carrot out of mud?!
This was a Divinity's soul!
A Divinity's!!
Yet to Lin Feng, it was no different from a marble he could pick up and throw at will.
A few breaths passed.
Under Bibi Dong's trembling gaze—
The long lashes of the glowing girl in her arms fluttered faintly.
Then—
Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes.
Her golden pupils were filled with confusion and emptiness.
"I… I'm still…?"
Shouldn't she have been devoured by the Angel God's soul?
Shouldn't she be nothing more than an empty shell now?
Why was she still thinking?
"Xiaoxue!"
A sob—breathless, relieved, trembling—exploded above her.
Before Qian Renxue could react,
she was embraced by a tight, desperate hug.
A hug so fierce, as if to fuse her into the other's bones.
"Xiaoxue… my Xiaoxue… thank the heavens… thank the heavens you're alright…"
Bibi Dong wept uncontrollably, burying her face into Qian Renxue's neck.
Her hot tears soaked instantly through her daughter's clothes.
The scent was familiar.
The warmth was foreign.
The embrace—
was new.
But the longing—
was twenty years old.
"Mom… Mom…"
Qian Renxue's mind went blank.
Feeling her mother's trembling arms around her,
feeling the long-awaited love she had never received—
Her own arms lifted instinctively
and she hugged Bibi Dong back with all her strength.
Angel God?
Spirit Hall?
Hatred?
Vengeance?
All meaningless.
The two of them, mother and daughter,
held each other and wept under everyone's gaze.
Twenty years of estrangement, guilt, loneliness, longing—
all dissolved into this one embrace after disaster.
"Wuwuwu… it's good… it's so good… Xiaoxue's safe…"
"Big Brother, Xiaoxue is alive!!"
Qian Daoliu sobbed like a child.
Level 99 Peerless Douluo—reduced to a weeping old man wiping tears on his sleeve.
Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others collapsed to the floor,
letting out long, shuddering sighs of relief.
She's safe.
It's enough.
It's more than enough.
But with relief came confusion.
Why had the Junior acted like that?
Why did he suddenly stop?
Was it the Supreme Pontiff's pleading that moved him?
Was this divine existence truly placated by emotion?
Nobody dared ask.
Until—
From the corner.
Dai Tianfeng leaned into Zhu Chenfei's ear.
"Old Zhu… did you figure it out? Did Junior want to kill her or save her?"
Zhu Chenfei's lips twitched.
"Your Majesty… don't ask me. I feel like my brain doesn't have enough RAM for this. Perhaps this is the temperament of Divinities—unpredictable, unfathomable."
While everyone was caught between awe and bewilderment—
The always-astute Ning Fengzhi finally recovered.
He looked at the reunited mother and daughter.
Then at the utterly confused Qian Daoliu.
He realized one thing—
Spirit Hall wouldn't dare ask.
So the question fell to him.
Ning Fengzhi straightened his robes, took a deep breath, and bowed low to Lin Feng.
"Senior."
Junior or Senior—he no longer cared.
This being was beyond such labels.
"Junior dares to ask… what happened just now…?"
Lin Feng lifted his eyelids lazily.
He glanced at Ning Fengzhi.
Then at the two women still crying in each other's arms.
And inwardly—
He swore.
Holy shit.
These two mother-daughter idiots were too stubborn!
One was frozen in pride.
The other starving for affection.
Would they have reconciled without him staging an entire performance of "life and death heartbreak"?
Of course not.
Lin Feng sighed inwardly.
Then, seeing the crowd's expectant gazes,
he casually threw out an explanation.
He looked at them all like they were fools.
And slowly said—
"Have you all… misunderstood something?"
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