With his soul power stabilized at level 65, his strength has greatly increased!
The longing in Ling Ye's heart, born from the connection of blood, grew stronger.
He decided to risk returning to Wuhun City!
It wasn't about forcing our way in, but about seeing things for ourselves and... planting seeds for the future.
With his mastery of the "Myriad Transformations Concealing Breath Technique" and his increasingly refined spatial teleportation ability, Ling Ye, like a true ghost, silently left Heaven Dou City and headed towards the core of the Spirit Hall.
They stealthily made their way to Wuhun City.
The closer you get to Wuhun City, the tighter the security becomes.
Flying Soul Master squads patrolled the sky from time to time, and checkpoints were set up on the ground, with strict inspections.
Clearly, the previous incidents have raised the Spirit Hall's alert level to the highest level.
But this didn't stump Ling Ye.
His concealment technique could even fool Ghost Chrysanthemum Douluo, let alone these ordinary soul masters.
He always managed to find gaps in the patrols and blind spots in the defenses, like a slippery fish, weaving through the heavily guarded area, and finally arriving at the foot of Wuhun City without any major incidents.
The towering city walls reached into the clouds, their runes shimmering and radiating powerful energy fluctuations.
But this still couldn't stop Ling Ye's steps.
He chose the darkest hour before dawn, using spatial teleportation to teleport several times in short distances, like a ghost, across the city walls and successfully infiltrating the city.
The atmosphere inside the city was equally tense, with patrol teams dressed in Spirit Hall uniforms visible everywhere on the streets.
Ling Ye concealed all his aura, blended into the shadows, and made his way towards the most magnificent and solemn papal palace in the very center of the city.
The Papal Palace is heavily guarded, with numerous visible and hidden sentries, and is further protected by a powerful soul energy barrier.
Ling Ye dared not be careless in the slightest, raising his mental perception to the limit, like the most patient hunter, searching little by little for the weak points of the barrier and the pattern of the guards' rotation.
After spending an entire day, he finally seized an extremely brief opportunity. Taking advantage of the subtle fluctuations caused by an elder entering the barrier, combined with spatial flickering, he narrowly broke through the barrier and entered the outer area of the Papal Palace.
The hall's corridors were complex, luxurious, yet cold.
Ling Ye clung to the shadows of the dome like a gecko, moving cautiously.
His original plan was to get as close as possible to the core area, sense the child's presence, or gather some intelligence.
However, the trajectory of fate is always unpredictable.
While walking through a secluded corridor, he stumbled upon a door that looked unusual.
The patterns on the door are more exquisite, and they faintly exude a unique fragrance.
He can't be wrong! This tastes like Bibi Dong!
As if by some strange twist of fate, Ling Ye cleverly used his mental power to activate an inconspicuous mechanism inside the door, and in a flash, he slipped inside.
Inside the door was an extremely spacious and magnificent room. Unlike the solemnity of other palaces, this place was filled with feminine grace.
A faint, refreshing, cool fragrance filled the air, the very scent of Bibi Dong.
This is actually Bibi Dong's private palace!
Ling Ye's heart tightened, and he immediately suppressed his aura to the extreme, remaining still like a stone statue as he sensed his surroundings.
The palace was empty; Bibi Dong did not appear to be there.
But Ling Ye could clearly feel that her aura remained here very strongly, and... it was also mixed with a trace of pure life energy that made his soul tremble!
It's that child! She stayed here!
Ling Ye's heart began to race uncontrollably.
He cautiously shifted his gaze, surveying this private space that belonged to the Pope.
The decor is elegant and luxurious, yet warm and inviting.
There were some simple pieces of jewelry on the dressing table. The bed was large and soft, and there was a delicate little rocking bed next to it, covered with soft silk bedding.
Ling Ye's gaze was fixed on the small cradle, as if he could see a beautifully sculpted baby sleeping peacefully inside.
He subconsciously took a few steps closer, reached out, and gently stroked the smooth silk, as if he could feel the lingering warmth.
An indescribable tenderness and sorrow welled up in my heart.
This is where his child used to sleep.
His gaze swept across the bed and was suddenly drawn to a neatly folded purple silk nightgown beside the pillow.
The robe was imbued with Bibi Dong's scent most strongly, and also carried a faint, delicate milky fragrance. There were some white marks on the collar, as if it hadn't been washed yet.
Ling Ye's fingers trembled slightly as he gently touched the nightgown.
The soft touch and the familiar yet unfamiliar scent seemed to conjure up before his eyes the image of the aloof and noble pope who, in the still of the night, nursed his infant alone.
It seemed to bring him back to that night. If it were him now, he might behave better, at least he wouldn't have run away in such a panic.
Anger? It seems to have subsided.
Hatred? Much of it was dispelled by the scene before him.
What remains is a complex emotion tinged with pity, curiosity, and a touch of inexplicable excitement.
He picked up the bathrobe, brought it close to his nose, and took a deep breath.
The cool fragrance mixed with the milky scent created a unique and alluring aroma that stirred his heart.
Just then.
Faint footsteps and the respectful greetings of maids could be heard from afar outside the palace!
"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"
Bibi Dong is back!
Ling Ye was startled, instantly snapping out of his reverie!
He immediately put his bathrobe back in its original position, his figure retreating rapidly like a wisp of smoke, his eyes scanning quickly, searching for a hiding place or a way to leave!
However, although the palace was spacious, there were not many places to hide!
The footsteps were getting closer!
A close call!
Ling Ye's eyes narrowed as he spotted a floor-to-ceiling window on the side leading to the terrace.
Without hesitation, he flashed through the slightly open window like a ghost, silently landing on the terrace outside. Then, like a gecko, he clung to the wall and disappeared into the shadows of the building, holding his breath.
Almost the next second after he had hidden himself, the door to the palace was pushed open, and Bibi Dong, dressed in papal robes and looking slightly tired but with a hint of gentleness that was hard to detect, slowly walked in.
She walked straight to the small rocking bed, looked at the empty bed, sighed softly, and had a complicated look in her eyes.
Then, she walked to the bedside and, seemingly out of habit, reached for the nightgown...
Ling Ye hid in the shadows of the terrace, her heart pounding in her chest.
He could clearly hear the subtle movements inside, and even smell the distinct, cool fragrance wafting through the window cracks.
If Bibi Dong discovers that her robe has been touched, or senses anything unusual, he'll probably be done for today!
At this moment, he was ready for battle. If he went all out, even Bibi Dong wouldn't be able to stop him.
A crisis is brewing!
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