Inside the prayer room of Spirit Hall, silence reigned .
The Angel Goddess statue that once stood as the centrepiece had long been removed.
Instead a Symbol that seed to represent the Angel Goddess is erectedIt was a towering cross-shaped monunt, with an eye at the centre half-open and half-shut, as if caught eternally between sleep and awakening. Behind it, twelve wings spread like a halo of stone feathers, casting layered shadows across the chamber.
Under that gaze, 'Julia' knelt.
Her blonde eyelashes trembled faintly as she pressed her palms together. She seed devout, but beneath that devotion lay sothing deeper an aura that made the room feel both sacred and watchful.
The mont Bibi Dong stepped into the prayer hall, she froze.
She intended to call out—to announce her presence—but the tranquil solemnity around 'Julia' made her pause.So she stood silently in the doorway, purple robes brushing the marble floor, observing the young woman bathed in the monunt's dim, divine light.
'Why does she look… so familiar?'
Julia's posture, her aura, even the quiet confidence in her kneeling form—it all triggered emotions Bibi Dong could not na.
Finally, the prayer ended.
'Julia' rose gracefully, turned, and bowed."Your Holiness. You summoned ?"
Bibi Dong quickly collected her drifting thoughts and put on a poised smile.
"Julia, how was your latest patrol?"
'Julia's' lips quirked into a small, nonchalant smile—too casual for soone standing in front of the Pope."I was able to wash my sword with another evil soul master's blood."
Bibi Dong blinked.Violence delivered with such serene tone—.
But before she could comnt, 'Julia' straightened and cut the conversation short.
"Your Holiness, since you called by letter, I assu the matter is important."
"Actually…" Bibi Dong cleared her throat, her expression softening. "I want you to participate in the next Continental Elite Young Soul Master Competition. I wish for you to represent Spirit Hall."
The request hung in the air, but the atmosphere of the room seed to thicken.
'Julia' raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced."You want to participate in a show-off competition?"
Her tone was light, but her words cut like a blade.
"I recall your disciple should be participating in the next tournant. With her talent, she will easily reach Soul King by then. And with her brother and the other young talents of Spirit Hall Academy, I doubt the championship is beyond their reach."
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
'Julia' noticed—and pressed further, almost teasingly.
"Oh… don't tell you want to recreate a scene of invincibility, just like Jiang Mo did in the last competition?"
The na Jiang Mo struck like a needle.
Bibi Dong's fingers tightened around her scepter. Her nails tapped the crystal head softly, rhythmically—an unconscious sign of irritation. That child, Jiang Mo… talented, arrogant, and above all, openly tied to the Elder Hall. A reminder that even after everything she achieved, the Elder Hall was a force she had yet to fully suppress.
The Pope's purple eyes darkened a fraction.
anwhile, 'Julia's' eyes shimred, just a faint flicker.
But Bibi Dong did not notice it.Her mind had wandered into deeper waters—Elder Hall politics, internal pressure, the precarious balance of power. She had been pushing the limits of her authority for years, yet the Elders still held leverage.
'Julia' watched her quietly.
'Julia' stood quietly, her purple eyes glimring like half-hidden stars beneath the monunt's gaze.
'Julia' said softly as she stepped closer, her boots echoing faintly in the silent prayer hall:
"Your Holiness Pope… do you want to know a secret?"
Bibi Dong stiffened. Her heartbeat unconsciously quickened.Still, she nodded.
'Julia' leaned in, her breath brushing against the Pope's ear, her voice a whisper woven of velvet and danger:
"It is said that when one recalls the most precious thing in their heart… and prays sincerely to the Angel Goddess… the Goddess will reveal a path forward."
She paused.
"But the real question is…"Her tone dipped into sothing darker, older."…can a person discover what is truly precious in their heart?"
A faint shiver ran down Bibi Dong's spine.
Then Julia slowly extended a finger, pointing at the massive cross-shaped monunt—the symbol Renxue had installed in secret. The half-open, half-shut eye at its center seed carved from sothing more ancient than stone.
In that mont—Bibi Dong felt it.
Her breath hitched.
mories surged, unbidden and rciless:
The innocent admiration she once felt for her teacher...twisted into revulsion and hatred.
The sweet, fragile love she once had for Yu Xiaogang...shattered into betrayal.
And then—The gentlest mory of all.A newborn child with golden hair, reaching out toward her…
A daughter she never embraced, Never loved.
Pain sliced through Bibi Dong's chest.
Under 'Julia's' calm exterior, a strange warmth spread across her chest—Renxue's sentint, bleeding through.
'Mother… still struggling?'
That tiny flicker of humanity vanished instantly from 'Julia's' expression, replaced by a perfectly neutral smile.
anwhile Bibi Dong's pupils trembled as the invisible chill wrapped around her spine. It was as if the monunt had stripped away every mask, every layer of authority, and forced her to face the one thing she always avoided: Her heart..
Her composure cracked so abruptly that even she didn't realize she was retreating. She turned away, almost fleeing, her robes fluttering like a shadow trying to escape the light.
She left the prayer room in haste—sothing she never did after becoming the Pope of Spirit Hall.
'Julia' remained where she stood.
Her figure bathed in the pale light filtering from the stained windows, her lips curved into an unreadable smile. The purple glow in her eyes shimred—gentle, chilling, divine, and inhuman all at once.
(AN: Bibi Dong had called for Julia , but soone else had returned to Spirit Hall wearing the sa face of Julia)
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