Destroying the Remnant Soul, Spiritual Power Rises Again

Dream Butterfly's abilities truly far exceeded the scope of ordinary Spirit-Type Martial Souls.

Across the tens of thousands of years of Douluo Continent's history, power that directly touched the Soul Origin was virtually unparalleled.

"What should I do?"

At this point, he had no other choice.

The corners of Bibi Dong's lips lifted slightly as she explained, "I will release the Rakshasa Divine Power with all my strength.

"Given my current condition, I cannot fully control it, so there will inevitably be an obstruction.

"And that will be when you act. Find the heart of the problem and resolve it."

Lu Yan nodded solemnly.

The next moment.

Bibi Dong's eyes completely turned a deep dark purple.

The dark purple Rakshasa Divine Power around her erupted with a boom like a ferocious beast breaking free of its restraints.

A sinister, depraved aura churned and surged wildly.

It nearly swallowed her figure whole. The temperature throughout the Secret Chamber plummeted, while whispers capable of unsettling one's mind filled the air.

Simply standing before her, Lu Yan could feel the temptation.

Dream Butterfly, possess me!

External Soul Bone—Illusion Eye, activate!

Purple Demon Eyes, full power!

Lu Yan did not dare hold anything back, driving his Spiritual Power to its limit.

Butterfly Wings unfurled behind him. The Illusion Eye bloomed with seven-colored rosy clouds, while Purple Light surged within his Pupils like two clusters of burning soul flames.

"Have you found anything?" Bibi Dong asked.

Her expression remained clear, and the Rakshasa Divine Power had barely affected her.

Just as she had said, she had already mastered ninety percent of it.

Lu Yan focused his senses and slowly shook his head.

Even under such circumstances, he still could not find the problem.

Even with the support of three powers, he still could not penetrate the Rakshasa Divine Power's barrier and reach the most fundamental fluctuations of her soul.

"Dispel the divine power around your brow. Using the Physical Body as a bridge may allow me to sense it more clearly."

Lu Yan offered a suggestion.

Bibi Dong nodded, and with a thought.

The Dark Purple Aura around her head receded like a tide, revealing her smooth forehead.

Lu Yan stepped forward and held two fingers together like a sword, gently touching Bibi Dong's brow.

Dream Butterfly Power flowed from his fingertips like the finest tendrils, slowly probing into Bibi Dong's Sea of Consciousness.

With no defenses raised, he entered effortlessly.

His Spiritual Power condensed into form, and Lu Yan appeared within Bibi Dong's Sea of Consciousness.

Before his eyes stretched a boundless expanse.

Bibi Dong's Sea of Consciousness was vast beyond measure, more than a hundred times greater than his own.

Yet it was now shrouded in endless dark purple radiance, filled with depraved and evil whispers.

Fortunately, after three months of tempering, he had developed considerable resistance to such wicked thoughts.

Moreover, Bibi Dong was deliberately keeping it under control. Though there was interference, it was not severe.

Lu Yan swiftly swept through every corner of the Sea of Consciousness, but found nothing.

"No, none of this is right..."

Lu Yan lowered his head and looked at the bottomless dark purple ocean beneath his feet.

An instinctive feeling told him that the root of the problem was hidden in the deepest part of this Sea of Consciousness.

"Do not resist in any way," Lu Yan said in a low voice.

Bibi Dong followed his instructions and relaxed her guard.

"Go down."

With a thought from Lu Yan, his Spiritual Power, wrapped in Dream Butterfly Power, plunged downward like a Sharp Sword.

What lay below was not seawater, but a torrent of consciousness formed from countless fragments of memory and condensed emotions.

Every ripple could have been a long-buried past.

Lu Yan had no time to spare for anything else. He focused all his senses on the abnormal aura that was utterly incompatible with Bibi Dong's original soul.

Finally—

Deep within the soul, he sharply caught an entirely different aura.

Sacred yet decayed, it was exceptionally strange.

"Found it." Lu Yan's spirits rose.

It was Qian Xunji's Remnant Soul, which Bibi Dong had devoured but failed to completely refine.

Devouring souls could indeed increase one's power quickly.

But every action left traces. An impure soul was like flawless jade with a blemish—how could it ever become divine?

Lu Yan charged straight toward that aura.

He was not afraid.

Qian Xunji had been a rank ninety-five Titled Douluo in life, but he had been dead for many years.

What remained was merely a phantom condensed from a lingering obsession and aura. It only needed to be destroyed.

The instant he rushed into the core of that aura, the scene before him abruptly changed.

It was still that same Secret Chamber, but the roles had been reversed.

The scene from the nightmare reappeared at this moment, only in the complete opposite form—

Bibi Dong was now majestic and powerful. Eight spider spears nailed Qian Xunji firmly in midair, mercilessly drawing out his Soul Power and soul.

His screams never ceased, yet they could not shake her in the slightest.

Lu Yan ignored this revenge preserved in memory.

His Spiritual Power spread out like a spiderweb, aided by the Dream Butterfly Martial Soul's unique perception of the essence of souls.

Lu Yan swiftly Locked On to the twisted aura hidden deep within Bibi Dong's Soul Origin.

Purple Demon Eyes—Soul Impact!

Lu Yan calmed his mind, the Purple Light in his eyes flowing to its utmost limit.

A condensed purple beam, tangible as substance, suddenly shot toward the Bibi Dong within the illusion.

"Urgh—"

A faint, piercing shriek filled with pain and venomous resentment came from the void.

A twisted mass of mist, gold mixed with black and unable even to maintain a human form, was forcibly driven out from Bibi Dong's Soul Origin.

Through the Purple Demon Eyes, Lu Yan seemed to see a dim Angel at the core of that mist.

The mist seemed to retain some instinctive awareness. It let out a silent roar and lunged viciously at Lu Yan.

Courting death.

Soul Impact, full-power output!

Purple flames blazed in Lu Yan's Pupils as his unreserved Spiritual Power transformed into a devastating torrent and crashed fiercely into the Remnant Soul.

"Ah—!"

Another, even more miserable scream rang out.

Under the pure soul attack, more than half of the mist instantly scattered.

It had already been fragile, like a completely dead component in a precision instrument. As long as it was precisely removed, the whole could resume functioning.

Seeing this, Lu Yan showed no mercy, following up with three consecutive Soul Impacts.

Bang!

The twisted mist was completely annihilated, leaving behind only several clusters of pure golden light that emitted a faint glow.

However, in the next instant, an unexpected change occurred.

As though it possessed a will of its own, the golden light transformed into streams of radiance and shot toward Lu Yan with lightning speed.

Alarm bells rang in Lu Yan's heart.

He immediately constructed a mental barrier to block it, only to discover in horror that it was useless.

The purest power of Soul Origin ignored every defense and directly merged into his spiritual body.

"Urgh..."

An indescribable fullness and comfort instantly spread through his entire body.

His soul felt like parched earth receiving sweet rain, transmitting an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and pleasure.

His Spiritual Power visibly rose by a considerable amount.

"This can be transferred too?!" Lu Yan was horrified.

He would rather not have gained the Spiritual Power, fearing that hidden consequences might lie within it.

Just like Bibi Dong—when it came to talent, she was absolutely no inferior to Tang San, yet it had still taken her twenty years to become a god.

And she had also been affected by wicked thoughts.

Lu Yan did not dare linger. He swiftly withdrew from Bibi Dong's soul, returned to the Sea of Consciousness, and returned to his body.

The moment he opened his eyes, he had no time to explain anything to Bibi Dong. He immediately sat cross-legged and examined himself inwardly with all his strength.

He carefully inspected Every Part of Her Soul, afraid that any hidden danger might remain.

Yet after repeatedly examining himself, Lu Yan discovered in surprise—

His Spiritual Power had risen significantly and solidly, while his soul was utterly pure and flawless.

There was not the slightest sign of contamination or parasitism.

This meant that what he had absorbed was the most fundamental soul power, stripped of personal will and impurities, with no lingering consequences.

Bibi Dong watched him, slightly dazed.

Lu Yan had truly done it.

He did not need to tell her. At the very moment the mist vanished from her soul.

She had clearly felt that some heavy, invisible shackle Deep within the soul had completely shattered along with the dissipation of that mist.

An unprecedented feeling of ease and clarity flowed through her entire body. Her soul felt as though it had been cleansed, pure and light.

Bibi Dong raised her hand.

The dark purple Rakshasa Divine Power flowed and danced in her palm as easily as an extension of her limbs, without the slightest trace of its former sluggishness or backlash.

Her mind was clear, her will firm, no longer affected in the slightest by those depraved whispers.

She had finally gained complete control over this power belonging to a god.

Only the final step remained before she could push open the gates of the God Realm and ascend to godhood.

At that thought, even with Bibi Dong's composure, her breathing could not help quickening.

Becoming a god—this was a realm that all Soul Masters in the world did not even dare dream of reaching.

Yet she already had one foot within it.

However, at the very instant her heart was stirred.

A voice filled with ultimate temptation and seduction suddenly thundered through the depths of her soul without warning—

Her Rakshasa Nine Trials had arrived!