Outside, the Dark God's body suddenly trembled, his gaze fixed firmly on the chaotic void.
"Dark, what is it?"
Bibi Dong frowned as she asked, a faint sense of foreboding rising in her heart.
Just as her words fell, space rippled. Sensing it, she and the others turned their eyes toward the chaotic void.
Layer upon layer of spatial ripples spread out and gradually eased. The force preventing space from healing seemed to be weakening, and as the folds in space shrank, the pitch-black, deathly emptiness slowly closed.
When all the emptiness had vanished, a blooming World Cleansing White Lotus appeared before them. Within the pure White Lotus stood Zhao Xuan's tall, proud figure.
"It has been a long time, Bibi Dong... no, perhaps I should call you the Rakshasa God."
Zhao Xuan stood quietly within the lotus and spoke with a light laugh. Bright rings turned within his eyes, as though he could see through everything in the world.
Standing before him, Bibi Dong and the others felt as though they had been seen through inside and out. Their hearts shook violently, and the same guess rose in all their minds. They looked toward Zhao Xuan in disbelief.
Purple Gold divine light shrouded Zhao Xuan's plain white robes, while immortal radiance supported his feet. He seemed utterly out of place in this world; the light upon him was more dazzling than that of this world itself.
"You have already become a god?"
Bibi Dong—no, the Rakshasa God—stared fixedly at Zhao Xuan with her dim eyes as she asked.
Zhao Xuan merely nodded gently. He raised his right hand. His transformed skin had become even fairer, like white jade, and even he felt it possessed a breathtaking beauty.
But... anyone who dared underestimate the power contained in that fair palm