socalfunplaces Chapter 32 The Widening Crack
Chapter 32 The Widening Crack
Chapter 32 The Widening Crack
Bibi Dong, with a solemn expression and her red lips parted, delivered her first speech as the coroner of the Pope.
The voice was clear, melodious, noble, sacred, and solemn, and was also imbued with profound soul power, spreading far and wide, echoing continuously in the air.
She did not give a lengthy speech, but only a brief declaration of her accession.
unimportant.
Because in the eyes of others.
At this moment, Bibi Dong was stunningly beautiful—noble, elegant, and serene; it seemed that all the best words could be used to describe her.
Although she is no longer young, the years seem to have left no trace on her.
In particular, the intangible nobility and holiness she exudes makes people feel compelled to worship her.
As soon as Bibi Dong finished speaking.
The two elders before the hall knelt down on one knee first, followed by the guardian knights of the Spirit Hall and all the other Spirit Masters belonging to the Spirit Hall, all of whom knelt down to pay their respects.
The next moment, a thunderous roar erupted in unison.
"Long live His Holiness the Pope! Long live His Holiness! Long live His Holiness!"
All the Soul Masters belonging to the Spirit Hall had fervent eyes.
On the balcony, Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes sparkled; this was the first time she had ever witnessed such a magnificent scene.
"This is the authority granted by the Pope."
Bibi Dong was filled with mixed emotions, but she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion and a sense of sacred solemnity.
What other woman in this world could do what I have done?
I must firmly grasp and control the Spirit Hall.
At that time, there will be thousands of families and thousands of streams...
Heh, you can forget about controlling me anymore.
My destiny is in my own hands.
Her mind raced, and Bibi Dongyu gripped the papal scepter even tighter.
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After the papal coronation ceremony concluded.
Bibidon returned to the Papal Palace.
The papal council hall, which spans over a thousand square meters, appears quite empty.
On the high platform above, the once golden and ornate papal throne, covered with angel reliefs, has been replaced by a noble and elegant light purple couch.
After all, it is the throne that represents the power and status of the Pope.
It can't be ordinary or vulgar; it must be gorgeous and elegant.
Bibi Dong dislikes gold, and she gets angry just looking at anything Qian Xunji has sat on, so she doesn't want to touch it.
Not turning it into dust with a single blow from a distance is already quite restrained.
Ignoring the elders' objections, she simply replaced them directly.
Thus, the angel relief throne, which had existed for thousands of years and had been sat on by generation after generation of popes, was sent to the warehouse to gather dust after Bibi Dong waved her jade hand, and was swept into the dust of history.
Bibi Dong slumped her curvaceous body on the newly replaced soft throne, her long, jade-like legs crossed and raised, one hand supporting her smooth chin, the other gently pinching her brow.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if something was making her feel uncomfortable.
Just now.
The doors of the Papal Palace council chamber, which are more than ten meters high, were opened.
A small, golden figure walked in.
The person who came was a girl who was about 1.5 meters tall and about nine years old.
The girl wore a simple yet elegant one-piece princess dress woven with gold thread, without excessive patterns or decorations.
The golden stand-up collar protected her snow-white and slender neck.
Her long, golden hair was casually draped over her back, without any careful combing.
It was none other than Qian Renxue, the young master of the Spirit Hall.
Because he awakened the Six-Winged Angel, a divine-level martial soul with innate level 20 soul power, his talent was unprecedented.
To protect her, her grandfather and father announced to the outside world that she had died prematurely and hid her away.
Therefore, not many people in the Spirit Hall knew of her existence.
Only elders at the Title Douluo level or above knew the inside story.
Qian Renxue is well protected and rarely appears in crowded places.
Today is the day her mother was crowned Pope, and Qian Renxue is very happy for her.
However, she could only stay in the ancestral hall and could not participate in the coronation ceremony.
Qian Renxue specially made an exquisite sandalwood comb with a pair of tiny names and portraits carved on it, which belonged to her and her mother, Bibi Dong.
It was packaged in a pretty pinkish-purple gift box.
She knew her mother liked purple.
Moreover, Qian Renxue particularly admired her mother's long, smooth, pinkish-purple hair and had once been extremely envious of it.
Although her long blonde hair is also beautiful.
But she still wanted to have the same hair color as her mother.
Qian Renxue really wanted to personally deliver the carefully prepared gift to her mother.
She struggled with the decision for a long time.
In the end, I made up my mind to come and congratulate my mother, to give myself and my mother a chance, a chance to repair the strained relationship between us.
Qian Renxue held a gift box in her hand.
When she entered the Papal Palace council chamber, it was easy to tell from her expression that she was somewhat nervous.
Soon, she arrived at the high platform of the papal throne.
She stood there gracefully, her clear blue eyes, like jewels, fixedly gazing at the beautiful figure seated on the throne, a figure embodying nobility, elegance, tranquility, and holiness.
I finally saw my mother again.
In her memory, she had seen her mother only a handful of times since she was old enough to understand.
The most recent one was three years ago.
However, that meeting didn't end well; she almost died. So she was a little uneasy now, afraid that her mother would strike again.
Qian Renxue watched Bibi Dong's figure.
My mother is still so beautiful, no, she's even more beautiful than before.
Qian Renxue's anxiety gradually dissipated, and her joy was evident on her face. An indescribable sense of kinship filled her heart, and tears welled up in her azure eyes, instantly moistening them.
She stood there, frozen in place.
I start fantasizing about repairing my relationship with my mother, snuggling in her arms, and enjoying her love.
However, reality dealt her another heavy blow.
A cold question came from above, pulling her back from her reverie.
"What are you doing here?!"
Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the throne, suddenly opened her eyes, her tone as cold as ice.
Bibi Dong's pale purple eyes looked down at Qian Renxue, who was standing there in a daze, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
But it was quickly replaced by extreme disgust.
She sensed an aura unique to the Angelic Martial Soul, which instantly chilled her to the bone, and even the surrounding air seemed to grow colder.
Sensing the change in atmosphere and hearing her mother Bibi Dong's indifferent questions, Qian Renxue felt an immense sense of distance.
Her heart tightened, a sense of panic washing over her. Her tightly pursed lips parted, and with a sob in her voice, she called out, "Mother!"
"roll!"
Upon hearing those two words, Bibi Dong's emotions were completely ignited. She stood up abruptly, her pretty face contorted with rage, and uttered a chilling word.
"I..." Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue swayed twice, took half a step back, her pretty face turned pale, and she couldn't believe it for a moment.
He didn't even notice the gift box falling to the ground.
She hadn't done anything or said anything yet, and she was treated so coldly.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?!"
Qian Renxue really couldn't understand it.
"Get out! Go back to your shrine! I never want to see you again!"
Bibi Dong did not answer Qian Renxue, but left behind a few cold words and turned away.
Finally, Qian Renxue could no longer hold back and burst into loud sobs, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes like a river bursting its banks.
She ran out crying.
Head down, running in one direction, ignoring everything else, just kept running.
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(End of this chapter)