"Someone come here."
Ning Liu's voice carried clearly.
A respectful reply immediately came from outside the door: "What are your orders, Sect Master?"
"Go and invite His Holiness the Pope of the Spirit Hall over. Tell him I have something to discuss with him."
"yes."
The footsteps outside the door quickly faded into the distance.
...
The Glazed Sky Auction House, in a heavily guarded secret room.
The air here is solemn, and the walls are made of a special metal that isolates all sounds and probes from the outside world.
Li Anzheng was standing beside a long table, personally overseeing the final handover.
On the tray in front of him lay quietly pieces of ancient soul bones, shimmering with a ghostly light, and a white jade bottle containing divine dew.
Bibi Dong stood in front of the table, her gaze calmly sweeping over the two auction items.
Behind her, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's gaze lingered undisguisedly on the white jade bottle, and his breathing was heavier than usual.
"Your Holiness the Pope and Your Majesty the Moon Goddess, please inspect the goods."
Ang Lee bowed respectfully, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant.
Bibi Dong extended her slender fingers and gently touched the soul bones. After confirming they were correct, she stored them in her storage soul tool. Then, her gaze fell upon the Sweet Dew.
Just by getting close, you can feel that refreshing life force, as if it can cleanse the dust from your soul.
"No need to test."
Bibi Dong spoke calmly, and put away the white jade bottle as well.
She naturally trusted Liuli Tian's reputation.
After the handover was completed, Ang Lee was about to say some polite words to see the guests off when there was a gentle knock on the door of the secret room. A waiter outside the door whispered a few words.
Upon hearing this, Li An remained expressionless, turned around, and bowed to Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum Douluo once again.
"Your Holiness, our sect leader would like to invite you to join us for a chat."
Bibi Dong was taken aback upon hearing this, then nodded slightly: "Lead the way."
Afterwards, Ang Lee led Bibi Dong to the door of the factory owner's office where Ning Liu was located, and then tactfully withdrew.
Chrysanthemum Douluo opened the door for Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong sat down in the guest seat.
"I wonder why Sect Leader Ning has specifically invited me here?"
"I would like to ask Your Holiness to accompany me to a certain place."
Ning Liu didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point.
"oh?"
Bibi Dong became interested.
"Where is it that requires my personal accompaniment?"
"Could it be another world similar to the Nine-Colored Goddess World, or Seagod Island?"
Ning Liu's gaze fell on her, and he said, word by word, "The City of Slaughter."
As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression changed slightly, and Bibi Dong's eyes finally showed a ripple.
She stared at Ning Liu, seemingly trying to find any trace of a joke on his face, but Ning Liu's expression was unusually serious.
"Sect Leader Ning,"
Bibi Dong paused for a moment, then said, "That place is not like Seagod Island."
"Of course I know."
Ning Liu said, "I am very interested in the legacy of the God of Slaughter."
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted.
The legacy of the God of Slaughter!
Does he know what he's saying?
However, Bibi Dong naturally offered no advice.
"Moreover, you're probably mistaken. The current City of Slaughter no longer has any so-called legacy of the God of Slaughter."
"What do you mean?" Ning Liu frowned.
"Because that place has long been corrupted by the power of another god."
"Bibi Dong slowly uttered a few words, "Rakshasa God."
Rakshasa God?
Ning Liu was startled; he was familiar with the name.
The Elder Hall of the Spirit Hall is headed by Qian Daoliu, who worships the Angel God, while the Rakshasa God is the opposite of the Angel God.
Bibi Dong, observing Ning Liu's changing expression, continued:
“I went there too, and I made it through.”
"That's why I know better than anyone that the divine aura there is mixed and corrupt, full of depravity and evil. Although the power of the Asura God is extremely strong and yang, it cannot withstand the Rakshasa God's millions of years of covert erosion."
"The current Killing City is a corrupted cage, not a training ground for selecting the successors of the Rakshasa God. Trying to find the successor of the Asura God there is like trying to catch fish by climbing a tree."
Ning Liu's expression did not turn dejected.
Those who have read "Douluo Continent" will naturally know this as well.
"No matter what, I have to go."
He said.
Bibi Dong was puzzled: "Why? I've already made it very clear that what you want isn't there."
Ning Liu smiled and dropped another bombshell:
"Because the current King of Slaughter is none other than Tang Chen, the ancestor of the Haotian Sect, who failed in his previous attempt to inherit the position of the Asura God."
"What did you say?!"
This time, Bibi Dong was truly moved. She suddenly stood up from her seat, her beautiful face filled with astonishment.
Tang Chen!
That peerless Douluo who was once on par with Qian Daoliu and was hailed as the invincible one on land!
He didn't die; instead, he turned into that monster in the City of Slaughter who only knew how to kill?
This news shocked her even more than the fact that the Rakshasa God had corrupted the city of slaughter.
If this is true... then the City of Slaughter might really be hiding a secret about the gods.
Bibi Dong sat down again, her chest heaving slightly, and it took her a long time to calm herself. She gave Ning Liu a deep look:
"Where did you get this information?"
"Your Holiness only needs to know that it is true."
Ning Liu offered no explanation.
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