Chapter 15 Bibi Dong Becomes a God, Yan Absorbs the Strange Flame!
It took her four whole hours to sweep the 9,999 steps!
Every speck of dust on these stone steps seemed to weigh a ton, containing some terrifying law of gravity.
As for her proud level 99 Limit Douluo soul power, it was suppressed here like a candle in the wind, and she had exhausted all her resources just to resist this gravity.
"The final...level..."
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and trembled as she swept away the fallen leaves on the last step.
"Clatter".
The moment the last leaf fell, she felt completely exhausted and collapsed onto the cold stone steps, panting heavily.
She, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, had never suffered such hardship in her life.
Even when she underwent the Rakshasa God's test back then, she never experienced such pure torment of both body and soul!
"Is this the Heavenly Palace's test?"
Thinking of this, Bibi Dong also raised her head and looked at the mountain gate in front of her, which was still towering into the clouds and seemed to have no end.
At this moment, besides exhaustion, her eyes held a profound, soul-stirring awe.
Just now, while sweeping the floor, she glanced up and saw a scene that shattered her worldview.
She saw a boy who looked only seven or eight years old running down the mountain, carrying a gourd bigger than himself on his back and humming a song.
When the boy passed by her, he glanced at her out of curiosity, and the aura he exuded in that instant was even stronger than that of her, a level 99 Limit Douluo!
Is a seven or eight-year-old child's aura comparable to that of a god-level powerhouse in Douluo Continent?
At that moment, Bibi Dong even wondered if she had gone mad.
"Are you done?"
Just as Bibi Dong was questioning the meaning of life, that aged voice rang out again.
The old sweeper who had previously intimidated her had silently appeared behind her.
"S-senior!"
Bibi Dong shuddered and quickly struggled to her feet, bowing respectfully with the humility of a novice apprentice.
"I have successfully completed the task and have cleared all the steps."
Upon hearing this, the old man glanced indifferently at the spotless stone steps, then nodded slightly and said:
"Although she was a bit slow, her physical condition was also ridiculously poor, like she was made of paper."
"But fortunately, she has a strong will and didn't slack off."
Hearing this assessment, Bibi Dong could only lower her head bitterly.
Is her physical condition ridiculously poor? Like she's made of paper?
If this were said in the Douluo Continent, who would dare to say such a thing to a Limit Douluo with twin martial souls?
But in that world where even a seven-year-old child was stronger than her, she knew the old man was telling the truth.
"Now that the work is done, it's time to eat."
After saying that, the old man casually made a gesture and produced a worn-out rough porcelain bowl from somewhere. The bowl was half-filled with a white liquid that looked like some kind of unknown rice porridge, with a few green vegetable leaves floating on top.
"Give."
The old man handed the broken bowl to Bibi Dong:
"This is the food for the menial disciples, eat up."
Looking at the bowl of rather meager white porridge in front of her, Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment.
That's it?
She, the Pope, worked herself to the bone sweeping the floor for four hours, almost losing her life, and this is what she gets to eat?
Even in the Spirit Hall, nobody would want something like this to feed pigs, right?
Instantly, a strong sense of humiliation welled up in her heart, but due to the old man's terrifying strength, she dared not retaliate.
"What? You're not interested?"
The old man seemed to have seen through her thoughts and immediately let out a cold laugh:
"If you don't eat it, it'll be thrown away."
"Eat! This junior will eat!"
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and finally accepted the broken bowl with trembling hands.
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
To survive and to become stronger, she would swallow anything, even poison, let alone porridge!
And so, Bibi Dong closed her eyes, then, with a look of grim determination, picked up the bowl and took a small sip.
However, the moment that seemingly ordinary bowl of white porridge slid down her throat...
Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils instantly contracting to their maximum size!
That's not porridge at all! It's clearly a liquefied mass of energy that's been refined to the extreme!
As soon as this energy entered her stomach, it surged through her limbs and bones like a volcanic eruption!
Her meridians, which had been depleted from overexertion, roared with joy under the nourishment of this energy!
"What...what is this?!"
For a moment, Bibi Dong was also extremely shocked.
Just one bite!
She felt that the bottleneck in her body, which had been stuck for a long time without moving, actually developed a crack under the impact of this energy!
Even her soul, which had become somewhat dark and twisted from undergoing the Rakshasa God's test, became clearer under the cleansing of this energy!
"These vegetable leaves... could they be some kind of miraculous medicine that's been around for millennia?"
"Could this grain of rice also be a legendary Immortal Herb?"
Looking at the half-bowl of porridge left in the bowl, Bibi Dong's humiliation and resentment vanished instantly.
It's a divine object!
It's simply a divine object!
At this moment, she no longer cared about the Pope's dignity. She picked up the bowl and began to gulp it down without any regard for her image, even licking the last bit of soup clean from the bottom of the bowl!
...
Meanwhile, in the Douluo Continent, at the Spirit Hall.
Inside the Papal Palace, there was an eerie silence.
Yue Douluo and Gui Mei stared at Bibi Dong in the light screen, who was holding a broken bowl and licking the bottom of it like a starving ghost. They couldn't help but look at each other, both seeing the blankness in each other's eyes.
"This...this is His Holiness the Pope?"
Yue Douluo's voice trembled, and his worldview shattered into pieces:
"Even if you suffered in that world, you shouldn't be this hungry, right?"
"It was just a bowl of plain porridge, not even a piece of meat, yet Your Holiness... how could she eat it with such relish?"
Gui Mei, standing to the side, also looked utterly bewildered.
"Is the food in that world really that bad? Or has His Holiness the Pope been driven mad by torture?"
At this moment, not only them, but all the Soul Masters across the continent felt a strange sense of absurdity as they watched this scene.
The number one person on the Douluo Continent actually showed an expression as if she had obtained a rare treasure for half a bowl of white porridge that looked like pig swill.
What a tragedy!
However, just when everyone thought Bibi Dong had gone mad with hunger.
An unexpected change also occurred on the light screen!
"Buzz!"
After finishing the porridge, Bibi Dong suddenly burst forth with an extremely dazzling light!
Immediately afterwards, two enormous phantom spirits, the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, appeared uncontrollably behind her!
Even more terrifying, as the energy within her body was digested, the ninth spirit ring, which was originally black and red, began to tremble violently at this moment, and its color was undergoing an astonishing transformation!
Red... deep red... dark gold...
Finally, to the utter astonishment of all the Soul Masters across the continent, that 100,000-year Soul Ring actually evolved into a radiant golden divine ring exuding an aura of nobility!
boom!
In an instant, a terrifying aura that surpassed the Limit Douluo level and even touched the realm of gods emanated from her, causing the entire Douluo Continent behind the light curtain to gasp in astonishment.
"God... God-level aura?!"
In the offering hall, the teacup in Qian Daoliu's hand shattered with a crash. He abruptly stood up, his cloudy old eyes filled with terror as he said:
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"She only drank a bowl of porridge, a bowl of plain porridge that servants eat!"
"How could it be possible to break through the level 99 barrier directly, and even cause the spirit rings to undergo a god-level evolution?!"
At this moment, Qian Daoliu went mad.
Not only him, but all the titled Douluo across the continent have gone mad.
They cultivated themselves for a hundred years in order to become gods, and even sacrificed their relatives to pass on their divine positions.
But now Bibi Dong is telling them that in that higher-dimensional world, the key to becoming a god is actually in a bowl of plain white porridge that is readily available everywhere and even servants would disdain.
"What kind of porridge is this? What kind of divine porridge is this?!"
"Give me a sip, and I'd trade all my soul bones for that bowl of porridge!"
At that moment, countless old monsters stuck at their bottlenecks looked at that broken bowl with bloodshot eyes, their cell walls splitting apart with envy.
...
Meanwhile, in front of the Tiangong Mountain gate.
Bibi Dong trembled as she felt the surging power within her body and the qualitative change brought about by the golden soul ring.
Finally, she slowly raised her head and looked at the old man sweeping the floor, who still had no expression on his face.
She actually knelt down with a thud, but this time it was genuine.
Bibi Dong was not without gratitude. The reason she killed her teacher, Qian Xunji, was because Qian Xunji had raped her first.
"Thank you so much for the treasure, senior!"
"This junior is willing to sweep the floors of the Heavenly Palace for the rest of her life!"
At this moment, Bibi Dong wondered what was so great about being the Pope. Being a frog in a well in Douluo Continent was not as promising as being a cleaning lady in the Heavenly Palace.
"Ha, a gift of treasure?"
However, upon hearing Bibi Dong's words, the old man glanced at the excited Bibi Dong, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and casually picked up the broken bowl from the ground, saying:
"It's just leftover spiritual water from this morning's dining hall, a waste product ruined by boiling a few hundred-year-old dragon tooth rice plants."
"Since you like it, you can go to the kitchen to get a bowl every day after you finish sweeping the floor."
Having said that, the old man turned and left, leaving only one sentence echoing in the mountain wind:
"Remember, work hard and don't embarrass your master."
Bibi Dong knelt on the ground, listening to these words, and felt no dissatisfaction, but rather ecstatic joy.
Scrap metal? So what!
As long as she can become stronger, she would gladly eat swill for the rest of her life!
"Yes, I will definitely do my best!"
Bibi Dong kowtowed heavily to the old man's back before slowly standing up.
Behind her, the billions of beings of Douluo Continent fell silent as they watched the once high and mighty Pope become grateful for a bowl of plain porridge every day.
However, just as Bibi Dong was still looking forward to when she could have her next bowl of white porridge, the scene on the sky suddenly changed.
Suddenly, the screen displaying the five images that were originally split-screened lit up with a blinding red light, showing the image of Yan, the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall!
...
In the Battle Through the Heavens, there is an unknown underground lava world.
There is no ethereal, otherworldly atmosphere like in the Heavenly Palace, nor the prosperity and wealth of the Great Gan Dynasty; there is only endless heat and dark red lava.
The temperature in the air is frighteningly high; even steel would melt instantly here.
"Huff, huff..."
At this moment, Yan was completely encased in thick, dark red armor, which was the form of his martial soul, the Flame Lord, after it possessed him.
As one of the best members of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, a level 52 Power Attack-type Battle Spirit King, he possesses a top-tier dual-attribute spirit of fire and earth, giving him extremely strong resistance to high temperatures.
Even so, he was drenched in sweat, and his soul power was being rapidly depleted.
"Damn it! Why is this place so hot?"
Then, Yan wiped the sweat from his face and added:
"However, fortune favors the bold. Since the environment here is so harsh, it must be harboring some extraordinary treasure!"
Just as he struggled through a lava lake, the view ahead suddenly opened up.
In the center of a naturally formed obsidian altar, a cluster of deep yellow flames was burning quietly.
The flame was only the size of a palm and looked inconspicuous, and it didn't even emit any heat.
However, the space around it was strangely distorted because of its presence, as if even the light was being swallowed up by it.
What excited Yan even more was that the aura emanating from the flames perfectly matched his martial soul attribute!
"Heavy as earth, fiery as fire..."
In an instant, Yan's eyes widened, and his heart pounded violently.
"Is this...is this my destiny?!"
"This is definitely some kind of top-tier fire-attribute rare treasure! If I can absorb it, my Flame Lord Martial Soul will definitely undergo a second mutation!"
"At that time, no matter who it is, I will trample them all under my feet! Even Hu Liena will look at me with new respect!"
Greed quickly overwhelmed Yan's reason.
In the Douluo Continent, when encountering an unclaimed energy entity, as long as the attributes are compatible, one can simply use soul power to draw it in and absorb it.
But he had no idea that in this world, there existed a terrifying existence called Strange Fire.
That's something that even Dou Huang or Dou Zong powerhouses wouldn't dare to touch lightly.
...
Meanwhile, in the Douluo Continent, at the Spirit Hall.
Upon seeing this, the elders, whose morale had been low because Bibi Dong was eating swill, instantly perked up.
"It's Yan!"
Yue Douluo's peach blossom eyes suddenly lit up, and he excitedly slapped his thigh:
"That's an energy body with both fire and earth attributes. Look at the color and shape of the flames, it's practically tailor-made for Yan!"
"Could it be that our luck is about to change?"
Gui Mei, standing to the side, also showed a look of delight:
"Although His Holiness the Pope suffered a bit, her strength has greatly increased."
"If Yan can also absorb this flame, then our Spirit Hall will have two powerful figures who can stand firm in this world in the future!"
"It's fate! May the Spirit Hall be blessed!"
For a moment, even Qian Daoliu, who had been sitting in a high position with a gloomy expression, couldn't help but nod slightly, a hint of expectation flashing in his eyes.
The flames didn't seem particularly violent. With Yan's top-tier defense and fire resistance, absorbing them shouldn't be difficult.
If successful, this might be the Spirit Hall's hope for a comeback!
[end of the chapter]