Douluo V: I was reborn as a snake. It makes sense to have many children and more blessings.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated the clouds like a thin thread, gently brushing across the sky above Wuhun City, coating this majestic city with a faint golden glow.

In this quiet and solemn moment, Bibi Dong was immersed in a wonderful state that transcended the world. It was the unique feeling she had after going through untold hardships and finally attaining the status of a god. Everything seemed to become unusually clear in her perception, and even the dust floating in the air shone with a sacred light.

However, this tranquility was gently broken by a sudden voice, like a distant call carried in the morning breeze, penetrating her mind.

"what are you up to?"

These six words slowly flowed out from Bibi Dong's lips, carrying with them an unquestionable majesty and a hint of barely perceptible doubt.

As the Pope of Spirit Hall, the number one power on the continent, her voice at this moment seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth. Every syllable made people involuntarily feel awe, as if she could make the whole world tremble as long as she wanted.

Qin Shou's figure gradually became clear in the morning light. He stood a few steps away from Bibi Dong, his eyes deep and complex, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of human hearts.

His appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more tense.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly. Although she had reached the peak of her strength in her heart, she could always feel an indescribable sense of oppression when facing Qin Shou.

"Yu Xiaogang..."

Qin Shou's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Bibi Dong's heart.

For her, this name was once a warm harbor, but also a source of pain.

At the moment of becoming a god, all the love, hatred, and vengeance seemed to become distant and vague with the influx of the power of faith. The name Yu Xiaogang was buried deep in her heart and she did not want to mention it again.

But at this moment, Qin Shou's mention was like a key, quietly opening the door of dusty memories.

A complex emotion flashed across Bibi Dong's eyes, including anger, unwillingness, and a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

She didn't understand why Qin Shou would mention the name that had been worn away by time and almost disappeared from her heart at such a moment, the person who once made her love and hate him, but was now not even as good as an ant.

Under Bibi Dong's calm gaze, Qin Shou's tone was as relaxed as if he was just talking about the weather. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly said: "Nothing, it's just that the wheel of fate has quietly turned, announcing that his time has come to an end, that's all."

Qin Shou's words, though light, were as powerful as a hammer, striking every inch of the air and causing ripples.

He stood there, and an indescribable aura seemed to surround him. It was the supreme glory bestowed upon him by the system, and also his contempt and challenge for the endless rules of this world.

In his eyes, even Yu Xiaogang, who was hailed as the light of wisdom, was nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in the long river of time that could be easily brushed away.

However, behind this detachment, Qin Shou had a subtle calculation in his heart.

He knew very well that as a "cheater" favored by the system, every intervention in fate should be rewarded.

Therefore, he secretly thought that letting Yu Xiaogang, who he thought was worthless, leave the stage might be the opportunity to trigger some unknown reward.

This secret expectation flickered quietly in his heart like a firefly in the night.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly when she heard this, and then it turned into a helpless bitter smile.

She shook her head gently, a movement that showed both her familiarity with Qin Shou's style of doing things and her deep resignation to her own emotional belonging.

At this moment, her heart has been completely occupied by Qin Shou. Both her reason and emotion have become an extension of his figure.

She no longer cared about Yu Xiaogang's life or death, because in her heart, all Qin Shou's decisions were so natural and irresistible.

"Okay." She responded softly, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness and indulgence in her voice.

In this small space, an unspoken understanding seemed to have formed between the two of them, a deep understanding that went beyond words.

They all knew that no matter how the outside world changed, the bond between them was already unbreakable and could not be shaken in the slightest by any external factors.

On the other side, Yu Xiaogang was sitting at a small table by the window, having just finished a simple but warm breakfast.

Outside the window, birds were singing and flowers were blooming, everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful, but Yu Xiaogang's heart was like a turbulent wave, and it was difficult to calm down.

At this moment, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps broke the silence of the room, and a knight guarding the Pope's Palace, wearing silver-white armor, appeared in front of him like a god of war walking out of the morning light.

Yu Xiaogang raised his head suddenly, a barely perceptible excitement flashed in his eyes, he quickly put down the cutlery in his hand, his body involuntarily leaned forward slightly, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, as if all the expectations and tension were condensed into strength at this moment.

"Come with me, His Holiness the Pope wants to see you." The knight's voice was low and powerful, without any emotion, as if he was reading an irresistible order.

However, beneath that seemingly calm face, there was a barely perceptible hint of contempt.

The knight sneered inwardly. Although Yu Xiaogang, who was known as the "Master" in front of him, was well-known in the world of soul masters, he was privately regarded by many people as a waste who could only talk about theories because of his lack of practical ability.

You know, even for the guardian knights of the Pope's Palace, the lowest soul power level is Soul King, which is three major realms higher than him.

Yu Xiaogang didn't say much, but just took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

He slowly straightened his back and gently smoothed the wrinkles on his lapels with his hands. Every subtle movement revealed his inner determination and composure.

Then he took a step, his steps steady and powerful, as if every step was on the pulse of time and resonating with the rhythm of fate.

Walking through these deep and long corridors is like passing through one test field after another of courage and faith.

The opening and closing of each door seems to be telling the glory of the past and the unknown of the future.

Yu Xiaogang's heartbeat gradually quickened as his pace quickened. It was a complex emotion mixed with anticipation and uneasiness, as if an ancient and mysterious ceremony was about to be unveiled.

Finally, he came to the door that symbolized the end and the beginning - Bibi Dong's room.

His fingers rested lightly on the door handle, and at that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door, and was greeted by a scene that was both familiar and unfamiliar.