Wuhun City.
Papal Palace.
Da~ Da~
Those were the sounds of delicate feet in high heels tapping on the ground.
A figure walked in.
She was dressed in a brilliant golden gown from head to toe, fitting her perfectly, and the dazzling attire sparkled with the light of countless jewels. Her aura radiated an invisible, noble, and sacred quality, making one naturally feel an impulse to worship her.
However…
Even though her dress was adorned with over a hundred red, blue, and golden gemstones, and she wore a crown of purple gold that sparkled with countless rays, none of that could compare to her beauty.
The most stunning feature was her almost perfect face—pale skin, a curvy figure, smooth and flawless skin beneath her collarbone, and long, slender, white legs, incredibly alluring.
She was the current Pope of the Wuhun Temple—Bibi Dong.
Though no longer young, the marks of time seemed to have left no trace on her. She was still as breathtakingly beautiful as ever, exuding nobility, elegance, and serenity. Time had gifted her with a halo, captivating the hearts of every person in the Wuhun world.
The spirit of the Jian'an era still lingered, and the legacy of Wei Wu would last forever.
Inside the room.
After a long day, Bibi Dong walked to her wardrobe, removed her gorgeous disguise, and her perfect figure was revealed in the dim light... After changing into a light-colored nightgown, she leaned against the bed, propping her pale chin, lost in thought.
Bibi Dong was, of course, the Pope.
But within the Wuhun Temple, there were still the Worship Hall and the Elders' Hall.
Today, Bibi Dong had intended to grant a few soul bones to the golden generation of the Wuhun Temple, but she had been met with resistance from the elders. The Elders' Hall was the power center of the Wuhun Temple, responsible for making decisions on significant matters.
How precious were the soul bones?
Of course, they would not easily agree to her giving the soul bones to the golden generation.
Before long, Bibi Dong seemed to come to a realization. She murmured to herself, "In that case, I'll place those three soul bones as rewards for the champions of the Soul Master Competition two years from now. This could also be a small test for Nana and the others... Hmm??"
Suddenly.
Bibi Dong let out a soft gasp, feeling something beneath her, and she extended her jade hand to touch it. To her surprise, she pulled out something, a book the size of a diary, with the words—Su Chen's Diary (Bibi Dong's copy) written on the cover.
"Who is this?"
Bibi Dong immediately stood up, releasing a powerful aura of soul power. Her delicate face turned icy cold, and the nightgown she wore began to flutter in the wind, revealing glimpses of her purple underwear.
The terrifying aura around her could make even a Title Douluo kneel in fear.
"Damn it!"
After inspecting the situation, Bibi Dong found nothing and, to her shock, there was no sign of anyone having entered her room. This made her furious.
Who had done this?
After a brief silence, Bibi Dong sat back on the bed and opened the diary, trying to recall the name Su Chen... She had no memory of this name.
[Grass is a type of plant.]
Seeing the first line, Bibi Dong's mind immediately flashed to Blue Silver Grass.
She continued reading:
[My family doesn't understand. I've been here on the Douluo Continent for eighteen years, and I've just awakened my past life's memories three months ago. Finally, I opened a golden finger that lets me write a diary. I almost couldn't make it.]
[Besides having an unbelievably handsome face, I'm really good for nothing. My Wuhun is just a chicken with two and a half innate soul power, and after practicing for over ten years, I'm only at level 15. If I didn't get this golden finger, I would probably be completely hopeless.]
[It's so hard.]
[But, joking aside, if I didn't have the same handsome face from my past life, I would have died in the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest three months ago, never brought back by the infatuated Hu Liena, never becoming a guard at the Wuhun City Academy.]
[Hmph! Strength is temporary, but being handsome is eternal.]
[Right now, I'm not sure if this golden finger is useful, so I'll just casually write in the diary—ugh, scratch that.]
[I'm going to write seriously!]
[Today is... how old am I again? Forget it, let's just say it's the ninety-fifth day since I came to the Douluo Continent. Although Douluo is a fantasy world, without strength, it's still very dangerous. Be careful, or the ship could sink.]
[According to the story's progression, Xiao Wu should be about to head to Shrek Academy, and the founding of the Wuhun Empire and the full-scale war should be around thirteen years away. Although I'm a transmigrator and I know everything that happens in the next five hundred years, once the war starts, who can guarantee I won't be conscripted?]
[Without strength, I must act cautiously, avoiding contact with the characters in the original plot and avoiding entanglements... sigh!]
[Speaking of this twisted world, I really have to complain—damn it! In this world, the Wuhun Temple, which represents the hope and justice of the common people, was actually defeated by the imperialistic nobles who represent evil.]
[Since ancient times, the one who wins the people's hearts wins the world. The Wuhun Temple has helped so many commoners awaken their Wuhun. I even discovered from my past memories that my Wuhun was awakened by the Wuhun Temple. And that little punk who destroyed the Wuhun Temple, his Wuhun was also awakened by the Wuhun Temple!]
[Is there still law?]
[Is there still justice?]
Inside the papal palace.
Bibi Dong's heart was filled with an overwhelming storm of emotions after reading this, her face icy, her mind in chaos.
A transmigrator? Someone who knew a thousand years in advance?
The Wuhun Temple destroyed by that little punk?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Bibi Dong clenched her teeth. The Wuhun Temple had many Title Douluo, and after years of accumulating power, the Worship Hall and the old man in the hall were incredibly powerful. How could they be destroyed by a mere little punk?
Even if she wanted to destroy it, it…
Bibi Dong's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as she continued reading the diary.
[Forget it.]
[I'm just a small transmigrator, with only an innate two and a half levels of a chicken Wuhun. Throughout history, talents have appeared in each generation. This temporary conflict is nothing. The true winner is the one who lives to the end.]
[From now on, I, Su Chen, will remember this saying—when faced with trouble, furrow your brow and retreat behind others. I'll write this in my diary every day, constantly reminding myself that survival is the key.]
[Time's almost up, so I'll end today's diary here. I don't know what reward I'll get, but I hope it's something powerful!]
[Goodnight, to the two worlds.]
In the papal palace.
Bibi Dong threw the diary onto the ground with a bang, her chest rising and falling with anger.
Damn it!
I had already gotten comfortable, and you're done already?
So short!
So weak!
Couldn't you have written more clearly? How did the Wuhun Temple get destroyed? Was it me or that little punk? Who exactly is that little punk?
Bibi Dong suppressed her anger, more questions swirling in her mind. She began to worry. If someone really could foresee a thousand years ahead, could they not also predict her innermost thoughts?
Su Chen, huh?
Brought back to Wuhun City by Nana three months ago?
Guard at Wuhun Academy?
Very well!
Since you're right under my nose, then everything is in my control.
If everything you wrote is a lie, fine.
But if it's true, then you'll never see the light of day again.
Bibi Dong: You have already been taken by the secret path.
New book, I trust you, please support me!
(End of chapter)