Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Seeing the worried faces of these old guys, Qian Xunji's expression darkened, and he slammed his hand on the armrest.

"Get to work right now!"

A furious shout exploded like a thunderclap.

The six elders shuddered and quickly got to their feet. Even the fifth and sixth elders, whose bones were broken, dared not cry out in pain. Supporting each other, they rushed out of the main hall at their fastest speed ever.

.......

Haotian City, Inner City Inn.

With the Blue Lightning Glazed Dragon Clan's token in Ning Dagang's soul tool, Shrek Academy and his group were able to settle down in the city.

The night was deep, and no lights were lit in the inn's rooms. Flander stood by the window, watching the Haotian Guards patrolling outside, then turned back and lowered his voice: "Xiao Gang, are you really going to take only Xiao San to see Bibi Yin? That's the Papal Palace's headquarters."

Yu Xiaogang sat at the table and put the token engraved with a dragon pattern into his sleeve: "With our limited strength, it makes no difference whether one of us goes or all of us go. If we leave you outside, you'll be less of a target if something really happens, and you can take advantage of the chaos to leave the city."

Flanders remained silent for a moment, patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder, and did not try to dissuade him further.

Half an hour later, outside the Papal Palace.

The towering white jade steps gleamed coldly in the moonlight. As Yu Xiaogang and Tang San stepped onto the first step, two crossed halberds blocked their way.

"The Papal Palace is a restricted area; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter." The guards were expressionless, and the clanging of their armor produced a cold sound.

Yu Xiaogang remained expressionless and handed over the Blue Lightning Glazed Dragon Sect's token from his sleeve: "Please inform His Holiness the Pope that an old friend requests an audience."

The guard glanced at the melancholy-looking man with the crew cut, then at the token, and frowned slightly. "It's already night, and I'm not sure if the Pope will be willing to see a guest. I can only inform him once on your behalf."

Thank you for your trouble.

Inside the hall, the lights were on.

Bibi Yin rubbed her aching temples and tossed the vermilion pen in her hand onto the table. The desk in front of her was piled high with files submitted from all over the country.

While the Haotian Palace appears to rule the continent, internal power struggles are rampant. The Tang clan's inner sect controls the core military force, while elders from other clans control resources across the land. Tang Chen and Tang Xiao's decision to place her in the position of Pope was merely a pawn to balance the various factions and draw attention away from them. The burden of daily friction and the distribution of benefits rests entirely on her shoulders; a single misstep could backfire.

"Your Holiness, someone outside the palace is requesting an audience with a token from the Blue Lightning Glazed Dragon Sect." The guard knelt on one knee and presented the token with both hands.

Bibi Yin's gaze fell upon him.

It was a very ordinary sect token, but the aura emanating from it made her heart skip a beat. It somewhat resembled Ning Dagang's aura, but upon closer inspection, it revealed a completely different kind of gloomy feeling.

"So many years..." Bibi Yin lowered her eyes, concealing the complex emotions within them, and waved her hand. "Let them in. All guards outside the hall, step back a hundred paces."

"Yes, ma'am."

The heavy palace doors were slowly pushed open.

Yu Xiaogang led Tang San into the main hall. Bibi Yin didn't look up, but picked up her vermilion pen again and wrote on a file: "Who are you?"

The two stopped at the bottom of the steps and bowed slightly at the same time.

"Your Holiness the Pope," Yu Xiaogang straightened up, looking directly at the woman on the platform, "My name is Yu Xiaogang."

Bibi Yin's writing abruptly stopped. The pen tip spread a glaring red mark on the paper.

She slowly raised her head, and a cold smile suddenly bloomed on her noble face. But when he saw Yu Xiaogang's face clearly, his heart skipped a beat.

"Yu Xiaogang?" Bibi Yin's voice was so soft it sent chills down your spine.

"Coming to the Papal Palace in the middle of the night with Blue Lightning's token to make fun of me?"

Before the words were even finished, a strange change occurred in the main hall.

Without any warning of soul power fluctuations, dozens of thick, dark purple vines instantly pierced out from the cracks in the floor tiles. These vines were covered with fine serrations and crimson barbs, carrying a nauseating, withered aura. In the blink of an eye, they tightly bound Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, turning them into two immobile dumplings.

Death Grass King.

The moment Tang San was bound, he was horrified to discover that this plant-type martial soul was more than a hundred times stronger than his Blue Silver Grass! The barbs on the vines did not pierce his skin, but with just the touch, his soul power and life force were slowly draining away.

"I wouldn't dare." Yu Xiaogang was struggling to breathe from the choking, but he still forced himself to look directly at Bibi Yin. "If I were only here to amuse Your Majesty, why would I risk my life? Would Your Majesty be willing to let me finish what I have to say?"

Bibi Yin stared at him coldly for a while, then slightly raised her finger.

The Death Grass King that was wrapped around the two of them withered quickly, turning into specks of purplish-black light that dissipated into the air.

"explain."

Yu Xiaogang took a couple of deep breaths, and without wasting any words, directly revealed the truth about parallel worlds and time travel to other worlds.

A long silence fell over the main hall.

Bibi Yin leaned back in her chair, her expression shifting between light and dark.

Two worlds? Reflections of people? This sounded utterly absurd. But she knew in her heart that if the other party dared to come to the Papal Palace to tell such a blatant lie, a test would soon reveal the truth. She only needed to go to the inner sanctum and pray to the Yaksha god; then she would be able to discern the truth from the falsehood.

But in truth, sensing the man's similar face yet completely different aura, she was already mostly convinced.

"Since you're from another world," Bibi Yin tapped her fingers lightly on the table, "why did you come to see me in the middle of the night?"

Yu Xiaogang turned to the side and patted Tang San on the shoulder.

Tang San understood immediately and extended his left hand. A flash of dark light, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared out of thin air.

"My disciple Tang San is the young sect master of the Haotian Sect in our world!" Yu Xiaogang pointed to the iron hammer without any sharp edges. "He came to this world naturally to find the Haotian Clan and trace his roots."

Bibi Silver's gaze fell on the hammer.

The next moment, a look of disgust and hostility welled up in her eyes.

The Tang family from that world?

She would never forget the vile things that Tang Hao, that beast, had done to her back then. Later, although she ascended to the position of Pope, she was nothing more than a pawn in the hands of Tang Chen and Tang Xiao, constantly being exploited and drained of her value by this selfish and inherently evil Tang family.

In her eyes, anyone who has Tang family blood is filthy at heart.

Bibi Yin suppressed the killing intent in her heart, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "An ordinary Clear Sky Hammer. How strange, I haven't seen such an adorable martial soul in a long time."

Yu Xiaogang ignored her sarcasm and pressed his advantage: "I've heard that the Clear Sky Hammer in this world has undergone some kind of miraculous evolution. I wonder if Your Holiness the Pope could enlighten us?"

Bibi Yin snorted coldly: "You certainly have a thick skin."

Looking at Yu Xiaogang's face, a hint of annoyance flashed through her heart. However, this matter wasn't exactly top secret; since they were already here, they would find out sooner or later when they saw Tang Xiao.

"It won't hurt to tell you." Bibi Yin stood up and walked down the steps.

"Ten thousand years ago, there was no Haotian Palace on this continent, only a force called Haotian Sect. The sect leader of that generation was named Tang Jun, a true genius who broke through to the Title Douluo level before he was thirty-six years old."