Douluo: I heard that Disaster is a waste?

Tang Xiaolian was puzzled, "Are you saying that you were discovered by those people in the God Realm?"

[No... I just feel like something is weird, as if I'm being stared at by something scary]

Tang Xiaolian laughed, "System, didn't you say you are omnipotent? Even gods can't do anything to you? How can there be something terrifying that scares you?"

[Host, no matter how invincible I am, there are still people who are stronger than me, such as the legendary existence that is one level higher than the God King level.]

"An existence more powerful than the God King class? Is there really such a power?"

[Emm, yes, but it will definitely not appear in the Douluo plane]

"why?"

【…】

[Because the level of the Douluo plane is too low, once a higher-level force appears, it will easily cause the world to collapse]

a week later

Qian Yuehuan arrived at the Spirit Hall. As soon as she stepped into the hall, she could feel many eyes on her.

At the end of the hall, Bibi Dong was wearing an elegant long dress with silver and gold patterns, a nine-curve purple gold crown on her head, and a two-meter-long scepter inlaid with many gems. She was sitting on the Pope's chair, looking noble and sacred, making people unable to help but worship her.

Bibi Dong was stunned when she saw Qian Yuehuan, as if she saw herself when she was younger.

Qian Yuehuan was wearing a black and white dress. She was 1.6 meters tall, with long silver hair draped behind her. Her golden eyes reflected a unique edge that was tough and unyielding.

Her features are somewhat similar to Bibi Dong's, but what's different is her temperament. Qian Yuehuan looks no more than 12 years old, but she gives people a sense of calmness, as if she is someone who has experienced a lot of stories. She does not have the vigor of people of the same age at all.

The moment Qian Yuehuan saw Bibi Dong, her heart was indescribably complicated, but it was rare. She was no longer at the age where she longed for her family and wanted to be close to her mother.

"Mo Huan greets His Holiness the Pope." Qian Yuehuan was about to kneel down to salute.

Bibi Dong waved her hand to stop him, "You don't have to kneel down."

Bibi Dong felt indescribably complicated. She asked the people around her to leave first, and then slowly walked towards Qian Yue Huan. She had an idea in her mind that she dared not admit.

"Mo Huan, you are 12 years old this year?"

"Yes, I'll be 13 in a few months."

Bibi Dong choked up in her heart. The ages matched, could she be her child?

"Do you have parents at home?"

When it came to the last question, Bibi Dong stared at Qian Yuehuan closely, feeling both fear and an indescribable expectation.

Qian Yuehuan was silent for a while, then responded, "Your Holiness, my parents passed away a while ago, and I only have my sister and I to depend on for survival."

"Then are you adopted?" Bibi Dong continued to ask.

Qian Yuehuan answered without hesitation, "No."

"I am the biological child of my parents, not adopted."

That's it...

When Bibi Dong heard such a decisive answer, she felt disappointed, but relieved at the same time.

If the person in front of her was really her daughter, Bibi Dong didn't know how she should face it. She wanted to escape more.

She hated her teacher, and she should also hate the baby girl who was forced to give birth to her. However, when she heard that the baby girl was going to be executed, she felt indescribably heartbroken. Several times she couldn't help but secretly go to visit the baby girl. When she saw the baby girl smiling at her, Bibi Dong's cold heart would always melt a little.