RNP Chapter 53 The Goddess Who Remains Undefeated by Time, Liu Erlong Breaks Through!
Chapter 53 The Goddess Who Remains Undefeated by Time, Liu Erlong Breaks Through!
Chapter 53 The Goddess Undefeated by Time, Liu Erlong's Defenses Are Broken!
Amidst the anticipation of everyone, the clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, revealing the seventh-place ranking.
[Top 10 Goddesses of Douluo Star - T0P7]
[The current Pope of the Spirit Hall—Bibi Dong!]
The moment those three words were uttered, the once noisy world seemed to be muted.
Then, the scene shifts.
It was a majestic and sacred hall, representing the pinnacle of power on the Douluo Continent—the Papal Palace.
A beautiful figure slowly turned around before the high throne.
"hiss"
Countless gasps of astonishment echoed simultaneously across every corner of the continent.
What breathtaking beauty it was!
The woman in the picture looks to be around thirty years old, which is the most mature and charming age for a woman.
Time seems to have been exceptionally kind to her, leaving not a single trace on her face, but instead imbuing her with a rich and mellow charm, like fine aged wine.
She wore a long, shimmering gold gown, perfectly tailored to accentuate her breathtaking curves.
The gown shimmered with precious stones, a dazzling galaxy composed of over a hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones, each one priceless.
But in her presence, these jewels seemed to become mere embellishments, humbly reflecting her brilliance.
Her skin was as white as snow, as delicate as the finest mutton fat jade, and shone with a captivating luster in the sunlight.
Her near-perfect face was so exquisitely detailed that not a single flaw could be found, as if it were God's most prized masterpiece.
Above her head, the nine-curved purple-gold crown shone with dazzling light, symbolizing her supreme status.
She held in her hand a scepter about two meters long, inlaid with countless gems, the huge gem at the top of the scepter emitting a soft yet majestic light.
Noble, elegant, and serene.
Even if all these beautiful words were piled up together, they would not be enough to describe even a fraction of her charm.
In particular, there was an intangible nobility and holiness emanating from her, a demeanor cultivated from long-term high positions and the power to rule the world.
Her eyes were indifferent yet profound, like a goddess looking down upon all living beings, making one feel an irresistible urge to worship her the moment one saw her.
On the bustling streets of Tiandou City.
Countless men gazed intently at the sky, their Adam's apples bobbing, their eyes filled with amazement and intoxication.
"This...this is the Pope of the Spirit Hall?" A young spirit master murmured to himself, tilting his wine cup and spilling wine all over himself without even noticing.
"I originally thought the Pope was a dignified old woman, but I never expected her to be so incredibly beautiful."
"Shh! Are you looking for death!" His companion quickly covered his mouth, his eyes filled with amazement, but even more so with awe.
"That's His Holiness the Pope! The ruler of the Spirit Hall! Even the emperors of the two great empires would show him deference!"
Yes, the huge gap in their social status imbued this beauty with a fatal sense of taboo.
She is a queen high above, a star that countless people can only look up to.
This sense of distance, where she can be admired from afar but not touched, actually amplifies her charm exponentially.
Many people secretly fantasized that if they could gain even a sliver of the empress's favor, they would be willing to die immediately.
Shrek Academy (now renamed)
Tang San stared at Bibi Dong on the sky, his brows furrowed. That was his mother's killer, the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall.
Even with a blood feud to his name, he couldn't deny that this woman's beauty and temperament were truly unparalleled. The oppressive aura she exuded could be clearly felt even through the screen.
At the edge of the crowd, the three members of the golden triangle stood side by side.
Flander pushed up his crystal glasses, a complex light flashing in his eyes, and subconsciously looked at his old brother beside him.
Yu Xiaogang.
This man, revered as a "master" by the world but burdened with countless pains and secrets, was staring intently at the sky.
His body was as stiff as a stone, and his eyes, which were usually filled with dejection and indifference, were now as if they were drawn to a magnet, unable to look away from that golden figure.
Bibi Dong on the sky slightly raised her chin, her phoenix eyes seemingly piercing through time and space as she gazed at him.
In that instant, Yu Xiaogang seemed no longer to be a master of Shrek Academy, nor a useless person with low soul power.
Time seemed to flow backward in his eyes.
What he saw was not the high and mighty Pope, but the girl who had once held a book in the library of Wuhun City, smiling sweetly and calling him "Xiao Gang".
That was his first love.
It was the most unforgettable and heart-wrenching love of his life.
"Dong'er————"
Yu Xiaogang's lips moved slightly, making a sound that only he could hear.
His eyes were filled with undisguised infatuation, longing, and deep pain and regret.
He looked at her gorgeous dress and her cold scepter, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
She achieved her ambition; she stood at the pinnacle of the world, but—was she happy?
His gaze was so focused, so full of affection, that he completely forgot everything around him, forgot where he was, and even forgot—the woman standing beside him.
Liu Erlong.
This fiery and passionate woman wasn't looking at the sky; instead, she was staring intently at Yu Xiaogang's profile.
She saw it.
She saw a light in Yu Xiaogang's eyes that he had never shown in front of her before.
It was a stirring deep within the soul, a flame that had not been extinguished even after twenty years.
Liu Erlong's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She waited for him for twenty years.
They finally reunited at Shrek Academy, and they finally broke free from the shackles of worldly conventions (though spiritual ones) and decided to spend the rest of their lives together.
However, just a single image, just a fleeting glimpse of that woman, easily shattered the carefully constructed illusion of happiness she had painstakingly built.
Jealousy gnawed at her heart like a venomous snake.
"Xiao Gang."
Liu Erlong's voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of suppressed sobs and anger.
Yu Xiaogang shuddered, but he did not turn around immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the sky, as if his soul resided there.
"You—can't you still forget her?"
Liu Erlong finally asked the question, and those words were like a sharp knife, tearing through the thin layer of paper separating the two of them.
She pointed at the radiant woman in the sky, her eyes red-rimmed.
"In your heart, will she always be more important than me? Even though she's now the high and mighty Pope, even though she hurt you like that in the past, you still love her, right?!"
This series of questions exploded in Yu Xiaogang's ears like thunder.
Yu Xiaogang suddenly came to his senses, as if he had just woken up from a long dream.
He turned his head and saw Liu Erlong's face, filled with grievance, anger, and tears. In that instant, a huge panic overwhelmed him.
What is he doing?
He was staring blankly at another woman in front of Erlong?
A wave of guilt washed over him, and Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned pale.
He hurriedly waved his hand, his eyes darting away, not daring to meet Liu Erlong's burning gaze.
"No—no, Erlong, you've misunderstood!"
Yu Xiaogang's voice was somewhat stuttering, sounding unsure of himself.
"I—I was just—just observing her martial spirit, yes, I was observing her aura! You know, she has twin martial spirits. I do theoretical research, so when I see such a strong person, it's inevitable—it's inevitable that I'll take a few more glances."
He tried to use his best theories to cover up his inner panic, but this reason seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Liu Erlong's tearful eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts.
"Observe the martial spirit?" Liu Erlong gave a bitter laugh, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Does observing a martial soul require that kind of gaze? That kind of gaze—like you want to throw your soul into it?"
"Erlong, I—" Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but found that whatever he said would be wrong.
Flander, watching this scene, sighed helplessly, patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder, glanced at Liu Erlong, and whispered, "Alright, Erlong, stop fooling around. The children are watching. Xiaogang—he's just lost in thought because he hasn't seen his old friends in so long."
Flander's attempt to defuse the situation did little to ease the tension; instead, it intensified the awkwardness and heartache.
Meanwhile, the scene of Bibi Dong continued to unfold above the sky.
She gently waved her scepter, and an invisible pressure instantly swept across the entire area—a domineering aura that seemed to rule the world.
She is the youngest pope in the history of the Spirit Hall.
She is the second person in the history of Douluo Continent to possess twin martial souls.
She possesses beauty, intelligence, strength, and shrewdness.
She is a rose with thorns, a deadly poison, and the loneliest queen in the world.
Looking at these comments, Yu Xiaogang lowered his head, not daring to look at the sky or Liu Erlong.
Liu Erlong bit her lip and stubbornly wiped away her tears, but her gaze kept glancing at the perfect woman on the sky, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up in her heart.
How do we compare them?
What can we compare it to?
That's Pope Bibidon, a woman of unparalleled beauty and elegance!