SoulLand:Ascending to Godhood through Science

In the deepest part of the Pope's Hall within the main hall of Spirit Hall, a lithe figure suddenly stepped out of the mirror standing in a hidden chamber.

It was none other than the Pope, Bibi Dong.

"Finally... Another trial complete."

Supporting herself against the wall, Bibi Dong spoke in a hoarse voice.

At this moment, the face that once radiated elegance and nobility was now twisted with uncontrollable malice and madness. Anyone familiar with her would be shocked beyond words, questioning if this was an imposter disguised as the Pope.

Even as she tried to suppress her expressions, the sinister aura and suffocating, distorted spiritual pressure she emanated were impossible to conceal.

Unlike the generous gods who often pampered their chosen ones, the deity overseeing Bibi Dong's divine trials, the Rakshasa God, was notably stingy.

No divine treasures were granted, no enhancements to her spirit rings, and even her divine power level was suppressed. Worse, the Rakshasa God's madness continuously eroded her mind.

If Bibi Dong were to learn of Qian Renxue's near-effortless divine trial, or how the Sea God and Asura God had essentially handed out their positions, her mental state might completely collapse. Though she was already half-mad, she kept a façade of rationality solely to achieve two goals: ascending to godhood and destroying Spirit Hall.

Perhaps this harshness was what most divine trial candidates were truly meant to endure.

Regardless, Bibi Dong had been operating under constant suppression for the sake of completing her trials.

To conduct these trials, she frequently declared she was entering seclusion, temporarily handing over Spirit Hall's affairs to others. This latest "retreat" had cost her half a year.

The mirror that once stood in this chamber served as the gateway to the Rakshasa God's trial domain, a mechanism Bibi Dong had installed herself.

"Phew…"

She massaged her temples in exhaustion.

Having just completed the trial, she had no intention of leaving seclusion in her current state. She knew all too well the chaos her current mental condition could cause if exposed.

Still, she didn't plan to stay in this chamber—this place harbored too many vile memories. She had deliberately chosen this site for the trial entrance to fuel her resolve with hatred, pushing herself to persevere.

But even Bibi Dong could not remain in a perpetual state of extremity. Doing so risked her losing control and executing her plans prematurely, something she could not afford.

Thus, she relocated to another, less concealed room designed for her seclusion—equipped with all necessary facilities—and began her rest.

Half a Month Later

Bibi Dong formally announced her emergence from seclusion and resumed her role as Pope.

"Bring me all the documents that have accumulated over the past six months," she ordered.

Her assistants complied immediately.

However, after less than an hour of work, an aide approached her with a message.

"Your Holiness, Elder Chrysanthemum and Elder Ghost have requested an audience."

Bibi Dong frowned slightly but nodded. "Let them in."

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo entered, wasting no time.

"Your Holiness, do you recall the 'Masked Assassin' incident from half a year ago?"

"Masked Assassin?"

Bibi Dong's frown deepened.

Having spent so long in the Rakshasa God's trial realm, she felt a strong disconnect from the outside world. Reviewing documents was her way of reacquainting herself with reality, and she vaguely remembered encountering mentions of this assassin.

Coldly, she said, "If I'm not mistaken, this matter was left to you two. How is it not resolved after six months? What have you been doing?"

Her tone carried an unspoken rebuke: What incompetence!

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged awkward glances. Chrysanthemum Douluo admitted, "Your Holiness, we cannot deny our failure. However, capturing this assassin has proven beyond our capabilities."

"Beyond your capabilities?"

Bibi Dong's gaze turned sharp. "Is this assassin a Titled Douluo? Since when did Titled Douluo stoop to being lowly killers?"

"No, Your Holiness," Chrysanthemum Douluo hurriedly explained. "By our estimation, the Masked Assassin's strength is at the Spirit Douluo level. However, his cunning surpasses many Titled Douluo. His speed and stealth techniques make him extraordinarily difficult to track."

Ghost Douluo nodded in agreement. "When he's at full speed, he moves as fast as some Titled Douluo. Coupled with his ability to conceal his presence, once he gains some distance, he becomes almost impossible to locate."

Bibi Dong turned to her assistant, who had been silently observing.

Understanding her intent, the assistant stepped forward to corroborate the elders' report.

"Your Holiness, including Elders Chrysanthemum and Ghost, a total of five elders have engaged the Masked Assassin. Even when four elders cooperated to corner him, he managed to escape into the Star Dou Forest, where his trail was lost."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong's expression darkened further.

She fell silent for a long moment before asking, "What about the Worship Hall? Have they shown any reaction to this assassin's insolence?"

"The Worship Hall has not conveyed any information to us," the assistant replied.

"Ha!"

Bibi Dong let out a derisive laugh. "So, they've dumped all their problems on the Pope's Hall? A mere Spirit Douluo dares to humiliate Spirit Hall, and they remain indifferent?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo remained silent, their heads bowed.

The assistant then handed Bibi Dong a document. "Your Holiness, please take a look."

Bibi Dong scanned it, her expression growing colder.

The document listed individuals killed by the assassin—many were her staunch supporters.

It was no coincidence; the assassin's targets were primarily those aligned with her.

Bibi Dong's thoughts raced. The assassin's actions, the Worship Hall's inaction, and the internal divisions within Spirit Hall pointed to deeper schemes.

Suppressing her fury, Bibi Dong issued her orders. "Investigate the top-tier factions on the continent for unusual financial movements. As for the assassin—find him. I don't care what

it takes."

Her gaze turned icy.

"This game they're playing won't last forever. I'll make sure of that."

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