Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The Soul Masters of Bright Moon City awoke from that state almost simultaneously.

The first to recover were the guards who were standing watch at the city gate.

They blinked, their spears unconsciously lowering slightly. Upon regaining their senses, they instinctively gripped their spears again, their eyes quickly scanning their surroundings. They then realized that everything looked the same as before.

There were no enemies, no strange phenomena, and no threat approaching from afar.

Only a wisp of fading light remained, slowly dissipating on the horizon.

One by one, the Soul Masters awoke from the state of being enveloped in light.

Some people looked down at their hands to make sure their fingers could still move normally.

Some people instinctively took a step back, as if to move away from the fading light.

Someone exchanged a glance with the person next to them, and both saw the same doubt and unease in each other's eyes.

The captain of the guards at the city gate spoke, his voice hoarse as if he had just emerged from some deep state: "What... happened just now?"

No one answered him.

The pedestrians on the street began to move slowly, but they moved much slower than usual.

People walking on the street would occasionally stop and look back at the distant sky, as if to confirm that the light had indeed disappeared.

Nobody knows what just happened.

That was a state of being that the Soul Masters of Bright Moon City had never experienced before.

In a side hall of the Bright Moon City Government Hall, Ning Fengzhi stood in front of the open window, his gaze fixed on the distant sky that was slowly returning to calm.

His expression was slightly more serious than usual.

He turned around and looked at the other two figures in the side hall.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood against the wall in the side hall, his white robes gleaming coldly in the twilight.

Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, stood on the other side. His rugged face showed little expression, but one could sense that his perception was extending outward.

"Can you tell what that was just now?" Ning Fengzhi asked, his voice steady, yet carrying a seriousness that only appears when truly perplexed.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong both fell silent for a moment.

Then Chen Xin spoke, his voice still calm, but less sharp than usual: "I don't know either."

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly.

Gu Rong's voice came from the other side: "The source of that light is in the direction of the palace, where Lady Eva is. In my opinion, Lady Eva's strength must have made a new breakthrough."

Chen Xin did not refute, "The area covered by that light was not large, and it did not cause any substantial impact, nor did it harm anyone in the city. If it were a soul skill launched by an enemy, it would not have such an effect."

Ning Fengzhi tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

The light, from its appearance to its dissipation, did not cause any damage to any buildings in Bright Moon City, nor did it leave any detectable abnormal traces on any Soul Master.

It was like a warm dream that had been briefly descended and enveloped the entire city.

He had seen many soul skills and many strange phenomena caused by powerful people breaking through, but he had never seen any phenomenon present such a gentle way of being.

"Then let's proceed according to this assessment for now."

Similar conversations were taking place simultaneously throughout Brightmoon City.

In several side halls of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, several elders were talking in hushed tones, their expressions showing the same confusion.

In the Haotian Sect's headquarters, the Fifth Elder and the Seventh Elder stood under the corridor of the courtyard, their gazes fixed on the sky that was gradually returning to calm.

The Fifth Elder spoke with a cautious tone, as if he had carefully considered his words: "That light just now..."

The Seventh Elder nodded: "It wasn't the enemy's doing. There was no hostility or lethality in that light. It was more like the lingering aura of some higher-level power as it took shape."

The Fifth Elder did not press further. He simply stood there quietly, his gaze fixed on the darkening sky, as if using that moment of silence to process the information he had just received.

On those streets, the vendors packing up their stalls and the pedestrians heading home were all responding to that sudden change in their own ways.

Someone whispered, "What is that?" No one answered, but whether they answered or not seemed to be of little importance.

They all believed that the light was merely a side effect of Lady Eva's increased power, an anomaly caused by her breakthrough in strength.

Brightmoon City did not face war, nor did any enemies arrive. It merely paused briefly in the magnificent light that covered the entire city before returning to its usual rhythm.

Meanwhile, in Wuhun City, thousands of miles away, another light is rising in a completely different way.

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Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

A dark purple light surged from Bibi Dong's body.

Unlike the beautiful and dreamlike light that shone when Eva became a goddess, its manifestation is more direct and rapid.

It was as if a door that had been imprisoned for too long had suddenly burst open within her, releasing the resentment and shadows that had accumulated over countless years at the same moment.

The dark purple beam of light shot up from the dome of the Papal Palace, like a giant pillar that had been set ablaze, piercing straight into the sky.

The edges of the pillar of light were entwined with countless fine black lines. These lines, like torn cracks, expanded and closed continuously. They wandered and intertwined on the surface of the pillar of light, dyeing the entire pillar of light a strange color between dark purple and deep black.

Immediately afterwards, a dense, almost tangible force of resentment began to spread outwards from the bottom of the pillar of light.

That power was unlike any other kind of soul power; it had a texture like that of stagnant water that had been soaked for too long.

The first thing to be touched by that power was the stone steps outside the Papal Palace. The surface of those stone steps, which had been trampled by countless feet and repeatedly swept, showed an extremely fine dark texture the moment it came into contact with that power.

Then came the paladin knights patrolling outside the Papal Palace, who almost simultaneously felt a heavy sense of oppression rising from the depths of their chests.

Chapter 591 I Became a God

The oppressive feeling wasn't painful, but it made people instinctively want to back away, lower their heads, and avoid the source of that force.

The moment one of the Templar Knights sensed that power, he instinctively gripped his spear tighter, but his fingers trembled slightly when they touched the cold metal surface before quickly regaining their balance.

They didn't know what was happening, but their bodies reacted before their minds could process it.

That resentful power was spreading outwards at a speed beyond anyone's expectations, like a drop of ink falling into still water, visibly staining everything around it.

Bibi Dong sat on the throne, without moving.

The space around her was completely covered by that dark purple light, which intertwined around her to form a constantly flowing net, with each ray vibrating at a different frequency.

Bibi Dong could feel the power within her body being released outward in an unprecedented way. The core of the Rakshasa God's position, which she had previously had to repeatedly mobilize to reach, was now merging with her soul in an almost proactive manner.

She knew that her path to godhood was nearing its end.

The door to the Rakshasa God's throne is opening for her.

Meanwhile, deep within the Hall of Offerings, Qian Renxue was meditating with her eyes closed in a space enveloped in golden light.

She opened her eyes abruptly when the dark purple light rose from the direction of the Papal Palace.

She could sense the resentment contained within that power. It was different from the gentle, warm presence that Eva had when she became a god; instead, it had a texture like that of stagnant water that had been soaked for too long.

Qian Renxue stood up, and six golden wings silently unfolded behind her.

Her figure vanished from the depths of the offering hall in the next instant, and when she reappeared, she was already standing on the stone steps outside the offering hall.

Her gaze fell on the dark purple pillar of light rising from the direction of the Papal Palace, and she frowned slightly as she watched the resentment spreading outward from the base of the pillar.

Qian Renxue could feel that power spreading at an extremely fast speed. When those resentments touched the buildings, streets, and patrolling Soul Masters throughout Wuhun City, they would leave brief shadows. It was infecting everything around it at a speed that no one expected.

She raised her right hand, her slender fingers making a light stroke in the air.

A golden light emanated from her fingertips, transforming into a semi-transparent golden barrier that precisely covered the sky above Wuhun City.

The golden barrier covered an extremely wide area, stretching from above the Hall of Worship to the boundary of the Papal Palace, like a huge curtain slowly unfolding, enveloping the entire core area of ​​the city.

The moment the golden barrier fell, the dark purple patterns that were spreading outwards were stopped within the Papal Palace.

The paladins stood on the stone steps outside the Papal Palace, looking up at the golden light curtain slowly unfolding above them, their eyes filled with an unexpected sense of security.

Their breathing became more even than before, and their fingers gripping the spears no longer trembled.

Qian Renxue stood on the stone steps outside the Hall of Worship, not walking towards the direction of the Papal Palace.

Maintaining that golden light barrier didn't consume much of her energy. She had already become a god, and her divine power was like an inexhaustible spring; she only needed to stay focused to maintain it.

Qian Renxue could feel that the dark purple beam of light was becoming more solid than before, and the black patterns wrapped around the surface of the beam were slowly shrinking inward from the edges, as if something was converging all the power into the same core.

She stood there, feeling the pulse of that power, making sure the outward-spreading aftershocks didn't reach the ordinary people in the city.

Inside the Papal Palace, Bibidon remained seated on her throne.

The light surrounding her was slowly receding, like petals closing, casting a dark curtain of resentment over the space behind her.

She opened her eyes.

A fleeting glimmer, like a dark abyss, flashed in those purple eyes, but it didn't last long before returning to a calm, deep pool-like state.

Bibi Dong could feel that her soul had undergone a fundamental transformation.

The moment the Rakshasa Godhood officially merged with her, her consciousness was like a river channel that had been redirected by a flowing stream, and the barrier that had once stood between her and the higher power had completely disappeared.

She could feel those negative emotions from all over the world slowly brushing against her senses, like candlelight flickering in the wind.

Those emotions weren't intense, but like a riverbed repeatedly soaked in water, they were slowly shaping her connection with this continent.

Bibi Dong slowly stood up, her gaze passing through the open doors of the Papal Palace and landing on the golden light curtain that was slowly flowing in the sky.

She saw Qian Renxue's figure. On the stone steps in front of the sacrificial hall, that golden figure was like a sword embedded in the night.

Bibi Dong stood inside the Papal Palace, glanced at it, and then looked away.

……

Morning came earlier than usual in Brightmoon City.

Before dawn, the soldiers on duty on the city wall had not yet changed shifts, and most of the shops on both sides of the street were closed. Only the breakfast stalls in the west of the city were already emitting wisps of smoke.

This should have been an ordinary morning.

But everyone knew in their hearts that the magnificent light that enveloped the entire city yesterday was by no means an ordinary thing.

Inside the main hall of the government affairs office, several senior officials were already waiting.

They sat upright in their respective chairs, yet could not conceal the barely suppressed restlessness between their brows.

Some people were talking in hushed tones, some were holding tea but hadn't taken a sip, and some were tidying up the edges of the neatly arranged files in front of them.