White World — Spirit Hall
Inside Spirit Hall, a solemn silence filled the grand hall as all eyes were fixed upon the heavenly curtain suspended above.
The flowing images reflected scenes from the past—moments long buried beneath time.
At this moment, every gaze gradually shifted toward two figures standing not far apart.
Bibi Dong.
Yu Xiaogang.
Even Qian Daoliu and the others showed faint surprise in their expressions.
They had not expected that these two would have crossed paths so early in their lives.
Among the crowd, Hu Liena's reaction was much simpler—yet far more relatable.
She tilted her head slightly, her fox-like eyes filled with curiosity.
"If it were me…" she murmured softly.
She began imagining herself in that exact scenario.
If she had been the one absorbing a spirit ring…
If, at the most vulnerable moment, she had opened her eyes—
And the first thing she saw was someone standing before her, fearlessly slaying a Spirit Beast that had tried to attack her…
Wouldn't that scene leave an unforgettable impression?
Wouldn't that moment remain etched into her heart forever?
"…So this is how Teacher and His Eminence the Dragon God first met?"
Hu Liena's gaze shifted between Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang, clearly intrigued.
At this moment—
As the central figure of the scene—
Bibi Dong herself fell into a brief silence.
Her expression softened slightly.
Her eyes became distant.
She was remembering.
Because unlike others—
She had been there.
She had lived through that very moment.
Bibi Dong clearly remembered everything that had happened back then.
Even during the process of absorbing her spirit ring—
She had not been completely unaware.
She knew that Spirit Beasts had attacked.
And not just ordinary ones—
They were ten-thousand-year Spirit Beasts.
Creatures powerful enough to overwhelm even experienced Spirit Masters.
The situation had been extremely dangerous.
She also knew—
That someone had joined the battle later.
And more importantly—
Someone had stayed by her side.
Protecting her.
Guarding her.
At that time—
She had been just a fraction away from completing the absorption of her spirit ring.
But she had also been at her most vulnerable.
When the Spirit Beast lunged toward her—
She had truly believed…
That she was about to die.
That everything would end right there.
But then—
At the very last moment—
A figure stepped forward.
Blocking the attack.
Shielding her from death.
That single moment—
Had given her a second chance at life.
And just then—
She completed the absorption.
Her eyes opened.
And the first thing she saw—
Was Yu Xiaogang.
Standing there.
Calm.
Resolute.
Slaying the Wind Baboon that had tried to kill her.
How could she ever forget such a scene?
It was impossible.
It had been engraved into her very soul.
"…Thinking about it now…"
Bibi Dong leaned gently against Yu Xiaogang's shoulder, her voice soft with emotion.
"…those days truly feel nostalgic."
Her expression was filled with warmth.
With longing.
With memories that time could not erase.
If that hadn't happened…
Would Xiao Gang and I have ever become husband and wife?
Sometimes—
Fate worked in the most subtle ways.
A single moment.
A single encounter.
Could change everything.
Beside her, Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly, looking at the heavenly curtain.
"…Is it really that nostalgic?"
From his perspective—
That event had been nothing special.
At that time, he had only slain a ten-year Wind Baboon.
Even without a spirit ring, it had been an effortless task.
To him—
It was merely a small incident.
Something barely worth remembering.
"…Forget it."
Bibi Dong suddenly pouted, lightly punching his arm.
"There's no point talking to someone like you—a cultivation-obsessed blockhead!"
Her tone carried a hint of playful annoyance.
Yu Xiaogang could only shake his head helplessly.
Black World — Spirit Hall
In another world—
Another version of Spirit Hall—
Another Bibi Dong stood in silence.
Her eyes were fixed on the heavenly curtain.
But unlike the calm and warmth of the White World—
Her gaze was filled with something else.
Something darker.
"…They met… so early?"
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Her fingers clenched slightly.
Again.
And again.
She replayed the scene in her mind.
She imagined—
Herself sitting there.
Absorbing a spirit ring.
At her most vulnerable.
She imagined—
Yu Xiaogang standing before her.
Protecting her.
Fighting for her.
She imagined—
Opening her eyes…
And seeing his back.
That solid.
Reliable.
Unshakable figure.
Even though it was only imagination—
Even though it wasn't real—
Her heart trembled.
Because in her own memories—
There was nothing like this.
No such moment.
No such warmth.
No such salvation.
"What kind of future…"
She whispered softly.
"…would come from meeting this early?"
Her thoughts began to drift.
To wander.
To imagine.
Previously—
She had not cared much about the so-called Dragon God Douluo Yu Xiaogang shown in the heavenly curtain.
What she wanted to see—
Was her own Yu Xiaogang.
Her own story.
But now—
Everything had changed.
Now—
She desperately wanted to know.
What happened between that version of herself…
And Xiao Gang?
If they met so early—
Would they be able to stay together?
Would they avoid the tragedy she had experienced?
Would their story… have a different ending?
And then—
Inevitably—
Her thoughts turned to reality.
To the one person—
Who had torn her apart from Yu Xiaogang.
At that thought—
Her heart filled with hatred.
Endless.
Burning.
Uncontrollable.
But alongside that hatred—
Came helplessness.
"…In the end…"
She lowered her gaze.
"…it probably won't change anything."
At that time—
She and Yu Xiaogang had been powerless.
Before a Titled Douluo—
They had been nothing.
Even if things started differently—
Could they really change the outcome?
She didn't know.
But she couldn't stop watching.
The Heavenly Curtain Continues
The scene shifted once more.
[Bibi Dong looked at the boy before her, curiosity flickering in her eyes.]
[At the same moment, Yu Xiaogang turned his head. Their gazes met.]
A brief moment.
Yet meaningful.
["Father! The absorption here is complete!"]
[Without hesitation, Yu Xiaogang called out loudly.]
[In the next instant—]
[Three figures descended from the sky.]
["Retreat!"]
[Without wasting a single second, Yu Yuanzhen grabbed Yu Xiaogang under his arm.]
[Meanwhile, the Titled Douluo known as Old Dragon didn't even deactivate his Spirit Avatar.]
[Bibi Dong was placed directly onto his back.]
[The group immediately fled the area at high speed.]
The scene blurred.
Time passed.
[After running for an unknown period, they finally stopped.]
[The surroundings had become quiet once more.]
["This should be far enough. Let's rest for a moment," Yu Yuanzhen said.]
[The two Titled Douluo nodded in agreement.]
["Brother Yu, we truly owe you this time."]
["If not for you, things would have turned out badly."]
[Yu Yuanzhen laughed heartily.]
["Nonsense! With our past friendship traveling the continent together, how could I stand by and watch you in danger?"]
As the tension eased—
Conversations began.
Yu Yuanzhen introduced Yu Xiaogang.
The Titled Douluo known as Old Dragon—
Was Dragon Scale Douluo.
A Rank 91 powerhouse.
An old friend from past adventures.
The other—
Was Iron Armor Douluo.
Both belonged to Spirit Hall.
And the girl they had been protecting—
Was none other than Bibi Dong.
Disciple of the Supreme Pontiff.
This trip to the Star Dou Great Forest—
Was for her second spirit ring.
Hearing this—
Yu Xiaogang was slightly surprised.
She was about his age.
Yet she was already obtaining her second spirit ring.
Such talent…
Was truly enviable.
["…By the way, Brother Yu, is this your youngest son?"]
Dragon Scale Douluo looked at Yu Xiaogang curiously.
News about him—
Had already spread among the upper circles.
Born dull.
Late to awaken.
Possessing only rank one innate spirit power.
Even worse—
His martial soul had undergone a malignant mutation.
All these labels—
Made him seem like a failure.
A disgrace.
["Yes," Yu Yuanzhen said proudly.]
["This is my youngest son. I brought him here to obtain his first spirit ring."]
Despite everything—
There was unmistakable pride in his voice.
Dragon Scale Douluo and Iron Armor Douluo exchanged glances.
Confusion flickered in their eyes.
What exactly is he proud of?
This child—
Didn't seem extraordinary.
Wasn't he supposed to be the shame of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?
So why—
Was Yu Yuanzhen so confident?
Curiosity grew.
But no matter how they probed—
Yu Yuanzhen only smiled.
Saying nothing.
Iron Armor Douluo scoffed inwardly.
No matter how you dress it up…
He's still just someone with rank one innate spirit power.
Can he really compare to Spirit Hall's future Holy Maiden?
Yu Yuanzhen, however—
Understood their thoughts perfectly.
And deep inside—
He could only smile.
You underestimate my son too much…
One day—
He will shock you all.
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