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Chapter 388. 

Wang Feng's current appearance was drastically different from how he had looked four and a half years ago. Thus, revealing his face to the people of the Soul Hall wasn't a matter he dwelled on. The reason for wearing the mask was actually quite straightforward—what he had claimed on the surface was true, he didn't want to shock the world. Since Bibi Dong now sought to test his sincerity in this way, he saw no reason to refuse.

In fact, Wang Feng had been waiting for this moment.

Appearance held great significance. Once revealed, simple disguises or subtle changes in features became meaningless, especially in front of Titled Douluo. Such techniques might fool ordinary people, but against experts of their caliber, they were futile. Even the masterful disguises Wang Feng had learned in his previous life—the so-called "Four Great Evil Arts"—wouldn't deceive a Titled Douluo. This was the true reason for the mask.

If his appearance gave Bibi Dong any reason to suspect him, the consequences would be severe.

And so, Bibi Dong needed to see the face of the White Death God.

Yet, no one—not Bibi Dong, nor the Titled Douluo around her—could have imagined the transformation Wang Feng had undergone. After being tempered by the Red Lotus, his Dustless Glazed Body had reached an extraordinary state, one that defied imagination.

Swish!

The mask was removed in a single motion.

In that instant, it felt as though a burst of light radiated from beneath the mask, illuminating the world.

For a moment, time itself seemed to freeze.

The clouds in the sky appeared to shrink away bashfully, rolling into themselves, while sunlight spilled unabashedly onto Wang Feng's pristine white figure.

The wind, as if captivated, scattered far away but couldn't resist sneaking back to form a gentle breeze, brushing against his snow-white robes.

Even the flowers surrounding the square seemed to lean toward him, their petals opening wide as though he were the sun itself, drawing them instinctively closer.

At that moment, as the onlookers caught sight of the White Death God's unveiled face, their minds blanked. A single thought echoed uncontrollably in everyone's hearts:

'How could someone so beautiful exist in this world?'

His features were more refined and perfect than anything crafted by the most skilled artisans, yet they exuded an innate, natural quality—as if this was simply how he was meant to be, without any flaw.

And his eyes… they seemed to hold the mysteries of the universe, the sun, the moon, and the stars within them.

A pure, radiant aura emanated from him, one that could evoke a sense of warmth and closeness even in the hearts of the most wicked and malevolent individuals.

"A beauty that topples kingdoms–? A face that bewilders all living beings?"

These words surfaced in Hu Liena's mind unbidden.

Her gaze softened, her heart captivated by the sight before her. How could someone be so incomparably handsome?

As she stared at Wang Wu, her eyes filled with adoration.

So, it turned out that he had spoken the truth. He truly hadn't wanted to reveal his face—not out of vanity, but because of the overwhelming beauty it possessed.

With a face like his, even walking through a crowded street would become an ordeal, he would surely attract the gaze of every passerby, making it impossible to move unnoticed.

It wasn't just Hu Liena who was captivated—every person present found themselves drawn in.

For the Titled Douluo, while they acknowledged Wang Wu's extraordinary handsomeness, they were even more astounded by his aura. His presence seemed to resonate effortlessly with the natural world, a quality that left them in awe.

As individuals who had reached the peak of soul power cultivation, the Titled Douluo had –each developed their own deep understanding of the heavens and the earth. Yet, when they looked at Wang Wu, they felt something utterly unique. His aura wasn't merely powerful, it was harmonious with the world itself, as if he embodied the natural order.

They now understood why he hid his face behind a mask.

Even Bibi Dong found herself momentarily shaken. While his appearance was remarkable, it was his temperament that truly stood out. Despite her immense strength and composed demeanor, she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of closeness to him, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

However, such feelings were fleeting for someone like her. With a deep breath, she quickly dispelled the sentiment.

"This Wang Wu is truly extraordinary," Bibi Dong thought, trying to compose herself. "This kind of charisma is beyond comprehension. It's not just women who would be drawn to him—even men and soul beasts would find themselves inexplicably attracted. No wonder he was able to survive in the far north."

Her gaze shifted to Hu Liena, whose expression betrayed her complete infatuation. A silent acknowledgment crossed Bibi Dong's mind: "As expected."

Hu Liena, with her exceptional charm and high standards, had encountered countless powerful figures within the Soul Hall. Even in the trials of the Slaughter City, her composure had never faltered. Yet now, she was completely enraptured.

Bibi Dong couldn't help but reflect: "If I were a few decades younger, I might not have been much better than her in this situation."

Still, her years of experience, her strength as a Titled Douluo, and the trials she had endured left her unaffected. She quickly regained her focus.

"Ahem…"

Wang Feng's voice broke the spell. He had replaced his mask on his face, as though shutting out the overwhelming light and restoring the atmosphere to normal.

"Does this sincerity suffice?" he asked, his tone calm.

Bibi Dong was silent for a moment, her suspicions seemingly eased. The other Titled Douluo also snapped back to reality, exchanging subtle glances.

While his looks and charisma had been striking, it was his aura that had truly left them speechless. Now, seeing his complete presence, a sense of perfection radiated from him, one that defied logic or reason.

Without further hesitation, Bibi Dong raised her scepter, her voice clear and commanding:

"From this moment on, you are the White Pontiff, the second Pontiff of the Soul Hall!"

Her voice echoed throughout the vast hall, resonating with an almost divine authority.

The title of White Pontiff carried immense weight, second only to Bibi Dong herself. The announcement wasn't merely ceremonial, it was a declaration to be shared across the entire continent.

By the very next day, official decrees were sent from the Supreme Pontiff's Palace to every branch of the Soul Hall across the land.

The news sent shockwaves through the continent.

From the two great empires to the Seven Great Sects, every faction was stunned by the sudden emergence of the mysterious White Pontiff.

This title, long abolished under Bibi Dong's leadership, had not only been reinstated but was personally revived by her. The implications were monumental. 

Those at the highest levels of power understood the gravity of the decision.

The White Pontiff's position was nearly equal to that of the Supreme Pontiff herself. It was a role that had been discarded years ago, yet now it had been restored—and by none other than Bibi Dong. It wasn't difficult to infer the significance of this new figure within the Soul Hall.

Rumors spread like wildfire across the continent, speculating about the identity and secrets of the enigmatic White Pontiff.

Rumors swirled across the continent, each more outlandish than the last.

Some claimed that the White Pontiff was a secret weapon meticulously cultivated by Bibi Dong, his latent power now awakened and shocking all who witnessed it.

Others suggested he was an enigmatic figure –recruited by the Supreme Pontiff —a dragon unleashed upon the world, capable of defeating tens of thousands single-handedly.

There were even whispers, albeit far-fetched, that he might be an illegitimate child of Bibi Dong herself, or perhaps someone she had elevated without merit. Such baseless conjectures stemmed mostly from uninformed soul masters with no understanding of the Soul Hall's inner workings.

However, those with even a modicum of insight knew better. The position of Pontiff could never be bestowed upon someone without the necessary strength to command it. And for Bibi Dong to personally reinstate and appoint this role? That alone spoke volumes.

The reaction was particularly intense among the continent's most influential powers—the two great empires and the Seven Great Sects. Those intimately familiar with the workings of the Soul Hall were deeply shaken.

The sudden emergence of the White Pontiff cast a new layer of uncertainty over an already volatile landscape. His appearance shrouded the continent in an impenetrable mist, making it even harder to discern the path forward.

Speculation ran rampant across the land, 'Who was this mysterious White Pontiff?'

Heaven Dou City.

Half a year earlier, Tang San had arrived in Heaven Dou City with his father. According to Tang Hao, this was a place for reflection, a sanctuary –where Tang San could meditate and cleanse himself of the overwhelming killing intent accumulated in the Slaughter City.

During his time in Yuexuan Pavilion, Tang San was introduced to his father's sister—his aunt, Tang Yuehua.

Over the course of six months, Tang Yuehua imparted her wisdom, teaching Tang San the intricacies of noble etiquette and a wealth of knowledge about the world. Her guidance helped to soothe Tang San's turbulent heart, gradually washing away the dark emotions that had plagued him since leaving the Slaughter City.

Under her tutelage, Tang San's demeanor transformed, becoming more refined and composed. His temperament, once volatile and severe, mellowed into one of quiet elegance.

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