The spiritual power erupted, with Ghost as the center, madly probing everything around, but for two full hours, at Wang Zhong's speed, he had already run who knew how far, where could he be found.
With a solemn expression, Ghost was surrounded by surging black mist, and after a few breaths, his figure appeared a kilometer away. His spiritual power surged out, covering an area of nearly a thousand meters, but Wang Zhong's figure was still nowhere to be seen.
The black mist surged again, Ghost disappeared, and reappeared in another place. His spiritual power surged out to probe, repeating this nearly a hundred times, scanning an area of nearly ten thousand miles, with no trace of Wang Zhong at all.
"Something's wrong!"
"That little fellow actually left no trace or aura behind!"
Just as Ghost was troubled by this matter, violent and fierce roars echoed continuously in the Death Grand Canyon. Ghost's unrestrained spiritual power probing had truly angered those powerful beings.
"You can't do this, you little scoundrel!"
"If anything happens to you, His Holiness the Pope will kill me!"
Thinking of the consequences, Ghost's face turned pale. Ignoring the powerful auras rapidly approaching from all directions, black mist surged around him, and he disappeared from his original spot. After a few breaths, he returned to the cave.
He simultaneously collected the wooden carving, wooden token, and wood clone into his soul guide device, and Ghost's figure vanished in the blink of an eye.
He dared not hide the fact that Wang Zhong had left his sight. If Bibi Dong decided to visit on a whim one day and found that the other person was gone, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Half a day later, the Pope's Tower.
In Bibi Dong's exclusive office, the atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet. Yue Guan, standing beside her, broke out in a sweat under the oppressive mood.
Ghost knelt before Bibi Dong, his head bowed, not daring to lift it. His body even trembled slightly.
As a Titled Douluo elder, he couldn't even keep track of a young soul sect disciple. Such a matter was ridiculously absurd.
And if it were someone else, it would be one thing, but the person he had lost was someone Bibi Dong cared about deeply, even doted on.
Holding the wooden token in her hand, Bibi Dong stared at the words on it for a long time before turning it over to see the small, crudely drawn fox head.
Her heart stirred. She vaguely understood why Wang Zhong had left Ghost and left on his own. It was related to the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox, his second martial soul, but she couldn't guess the specific reason.
Placing the wooden token aside, she looked at the lifelike wooden carving, its demeanor meticulously carved, and pursed her red lips.
After a long while, she finally sighed softly, "Ghost, you may rise!"
"As for that little fellow's wood clone, let alone you, even I might not be able to see through it."
"With his foresight and your lack of it, if he wanted to leave, no one could have caught him."
These words made Ghost and Yue Guan breathe a sigh of relief. The silence just now had terrified them both.
"Thank His Holiness the Pope for her forgiveness!"
Yue Guan and Ghost bowed in thanks simultaneously. They had partnered for many years and had a deep bond.
"Your Holiness, isn't it too dangerous for young Wang Zhong to venture into the Death Grand Canyon alone now that he has left Old Ghost?"
Yue Guan said with a worried expression.
It wasn't that he had great affection for Wang Zhong, but rather, if something happened to him in the Death Grand Canyon, Ghost would be held responsible.
Given Bibi Dong's care and fondness for Wang Zhong at this time, Ghost might very well die!
Even if he didn't die, he would be severely punished.
"Since that little fellow has the ability to notice your presence without either of you detecting him, it proves how powerful his spiritual power is."
"Furthermore, although young Wang Zhong's strength is only that of a Soul Sect, his true combat power rivals that of a Soul King or Soul Emperor. As long as he doesn't deliberately provoke those powerful beings, he will be fine."
Bibi Dong replied calmly to Yue Guan, holding the wooden carving in her palm. Her slender fingers gently stroked the delicate carvings, her eyes filled with a hint of daze.
"You two may leave now!"
"Since this is young Wang Zhong's own choice, it has nothing to do with you, no matter what."
She waved her hand casually, signaling the two to withdraw.
"Yes, Your Holiness." The two then took their leave.
In the office, Bibi Dong held the wooden carving in both hands, her expression filled with a deep gentleness and tenderness.
Although the wooden carving depicted her in her usual Pope attire, the soft and delicate carvings constantly told her what kind of feelings the child had while carving it.
Warmth, softness, and longing mixed with affection.
At the thought of these emotions, a sense of warmth and comfort flowed through Bibi Dong's heart.
This kind of affection and longing, different from romantic love, brought her another kind of happiness.
A happiness that should not have existed, but had truly arrived.
Holding the wooden carving, Bibi Dong walked to the window and looked at the bright moon and the starry sky outside. Suddenly, she felt that perhaps the world was not as ugly and malicious as she had imagined.
At least the moon was beautiful, and the stars were very pretty.
As she held the wooden carving and admired the beautiful scenery outside, the huge floor-to-ceiling window in front of her suddenly distorted her reflection, turning into a massive vortex.
A figure wearing a black and red crown and terrifying black armor emerged. The face was identical, but the wine-red eyes turned blood red. Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with intense darkness, distortion, and wickedness.
More and more of the figure emerged. Within a few breaths, a terrifying Bibi Dong, with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a spider, appeared in the floor-to-ceiling window.
This was her other side, Rakshasa!
A cold smile and disdain curled on her lips. Rakshasa Bibi Dong wore a mocking expression. Her blood-red lips parted, and although no sound was heard, Bibi Dong heard it exceptionally clearly.
"What's wrong, are you no longer hating? A little kid's wooden carving makes you feel beauty and kindness in your heart!"
"Bibi Dong, have you forgotten some things? Should I help you remember!"
Bibi Dong held the wooden carving in her hand, her hands behind her back, and responded softly, "Hate? How could I not hate."
"The things in my heart have not disappeared in the slightest!"
"Since you hate, then tell me, what is that expression on your face right now, and what is that burning passion surging in your heart!" Rakshasa roared angrily, her expression terrifying and ferocious.
"My expression, your current expression, isn't it mine?"
"This burning passion in my heart, isn't it the joy of achieving my goal!"
"To destroy the Angel race, I specifically used my past self to approach Wang Zhong and successfully planted my seed in his heart."
"I am now the most important 'mother' in his heart! With my goal achieved, shouldn't my heart be burning?"
Bibi Dong's tone was as calm as water, finding Rakshasa's question extremely amusing.
You are me, and I am you!
Are our expressions and what flows in our hearts not the same!
"Hehehe, hehehe!"
"Bibi Dong, your words truly disgust me! Look at yourself now, take a good look at your current appearance!"
"Don't forget everything you've been through! Don't forget what destroyed all you had! And most importantly, don't forget the oath you made..."
Rakshasa's figure slowly faded away, and Bibi Dong's shadow reappeared. However, that shadow was different from her current self.
She was a maiden in her prime, with wine-red long hair cascading down her shoulders, wearing a metal hair ornament. Her light pink dress was vibrant and soft. Her charming and radiant face bore the most gentle and sweet smile.
She stood with her hands behind her back, a charming smile on her lips.