The scarf wrapped around Ye Qifeng carried a strong scent of chrysanthemums, mixed with the fresh fragrance of exotic herbs and flowers.
It was the same scent that Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yueguan, exuded from his body.
The fragrance was pleasant and calming, giving one a sense of peace.
Ye Qifeng lay in Yueguan's arms.
At this moment, his heart was a whirlwind of emotions.
He couldn't figure out how he had inexplicably ended up in the world of Douluo Dalu.
He looked up at Yueguan's face, as striking and delicate as a woman's.
Considering his current situation...
He had fallen into Yueguan's hands.
"But maybe this isn't so bad," he thought. "At least my life isn't in danger. If he could bring me back to the Spirit Hall, that would be even better."
Ye Qifeng's mind wandered with random thoughts.
The Divine Realm
Shrouded in mist and clouds, the Divine Realm was vast and magnificent, resembling a true celestial paradise.
Majestic palaces towered into the sky, their outlines partially hidden in the drifting mist.
At the very center stood a towering palace thousands of meters high, reaching into the clouds. It was the core of the Divine Realm—the residence of the Divine Committee.
At this moment, within the grand palace hall, the rarely convened Divine Committee was in session.
Five ethereal figures cloaked in divine light were deep in discussion, seemingly facing a significant issue.
"This meeting was called to discuss one thing only. I'm sure you all saw the flash of black and white light that streaked across the sky not long ago. Any thoughts on it?" asked a man wreathed in a dark, sinister aura.
"Whether it's a blessing or a curse, who can say," replied a gentle woman radiating white, benevolent energy. She then looked toward another woman, whose aura brimmed with the essence of life, and asked, "Xiao Lu, did your life prayer divination reveal anything?"
The green-auraed woman shook her head. "Only a foggy vision—nothing clear. I tried to interpret it but nearly suffered backlash. I didn't dare probe further. What about you, Destruction?"
She turned to the man beside her, who radiated a deep purple destructive energy.
"I sensed no aura of destruction. Whatever it is, I doubt it poses any threat to the Divine Realm," the man replied in a deep, gravelly voice, his glowing purple eyes visible beneath his hood.
"If there's no threat, then let's end this. No point in wasting time here," said a tall, blood-red figure, his tone cold and dismissive. He clearly had other plans in mind and wanted no distractions.
He had always been like this, and the others were used to it, so they said nothing.
"Very well. But stay alert. The Divine Realm hasn't been peaceful lately. The Angel God disappeared without warning and remains missing. The investigation has yielded nothing. It doesn't bode well. If anyone learns anything, report it. Meeting adjourned."
The man with the evil aura sighed, stood up, and vanished from his seat.
Moments later, the others also disappeared, one by one.
Douluo Continent
After a few minutes of flying—
Yueguan arrived at a battlefield, carrying Ye Qifeng in his arms.
In the center of the field stood a lone woman. The area around her bore the signs of a recent, intense battle.
Not far away, several corpses lay strewn about, their twisted, half-melted remains horrifying to behold.
Even Yueguan couldn't help but shudder at the sight.
Nonetheless, he gritted his teeth and landed in front of the woman.
But she was radiating a terrifying murderous aura.
A powerful killing intent burst forth from her, accompanied by coldness, bloodlust, and evil—an overwhelming wave of negative emotions.
The aura was so oppressive it made the heart tremble involuntarily.
Ye Qifeng felt uneasy.
Yueguan clearly sensed it too—his body trembled slightly once more.
But Yueguan knew the reason.
Ever since the Holy Maiden returned from that place, she had been like this.
He had grown used to it.
Still, no matter how used to it he was, his body always reacted instinctively—his heart filled with dread.
Ye Qifeng looked ahead.
The woman stood sideways, her posture calm and still.
She wasn't very tall—about 1.75 meters—but her features were youthful, no more than twenty years old.
Her skin was fair, and her profile nearly flawless, giving her a distinct, ethereal beauty.
Long, soft, pink-purple hair flowed down to her waist, fluttering gently in the wind, as if she weren't entirely real.
She wore a long, pale purple dress that hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her curves. On her feet were matching pale purple crystal high heels, adding to her enchanting appearance.
It felt like no words in the world could capture her beauty.
Even the murderous aura surrounding her couldn't tarnish it.
"Your Highness, the escaped Evil Soul Masters have all been killed. The mission is complete," Yueguan said respectfully, bowing while still holding Ye Qifeng.
"'The Holy Maiden'? So it's her—Bibi Dong?" Ye Qifeng thought in surprise. "Of course. Besides her, who else in the Spirit Hall could possess such perfect beauty and unique presence? Seems like she hasn't become the Pope yet... Then that beast is still alive?"
His eyes remained fixed on Bibi Dong, his gaze clear and curious.
"Mm."Bibi Dong didn't turn around. She simply responded coldly.
Her voice was beautiful but hollow—icy and devoid of emotion, as if drained of life.
"There's one more thing. We found a baby boy—newborn. Most likely meant to be a blood sacrifice by those damn Evil Soul Masters. I brought him back. Your Highness, what do you wish to do with him?"
Yueguan, unbothered by Bibi Dong's coldness, asked calmly.
"Let me see."
Bibi Dong finally turned around.
Her gem-like, pale purple eyes fell on the infant in Yueguan's arms.
Ye Qifeng finally saw her full face.
She looked pale, her brows tightly furrowed.
Deep within her eyes lurked an unusual aura—
A deadly, nihilistic hatred of the world... a wild, destructive madness.
Ye Qifeng noticed it immediately. Something was clearly wrong with her.
He frowned slightly.
"That murderous aura... It must be from the City of Slaughter. The influence hasn't faded yet. Her killing intent is still uncontrollable. And that evil energy—she must have inherited the Rakshasa God's legacy and been tainted by its malice."
Bibi Dong stared at the baby boy in Yueguan's arms.
The child's dark, ink-like eyes gazed back at her, fearless and steady. Her interest was piqued.
Those eyes seemed to hold a unique power—so captivating that they instantly drew her in.
Unconsciously, Bibi Dong stepped forward.
Her hand reached out toward the child.
The movement was sudden.
Yueguan jumped in alarm.
His heart skipped a beat.
He knew well how much the Holy Maiden despised men—even children.
He never dared get too close to her, fearing he might lose his life in a moment of her wrath.
But soon—
Yueguan realized she wasn't reacting to him.
Her gaze remained fixed on the child.
"Wait—she's not planning to hurt this baby, is she?" Yueguan thought, drawing the child slightly closer to himself, eyes filled with cautious wariness.