She glanced at Su Wen, then left the room without another word.
In the secret chamber of Pope Hall, the heavy stone door swung open.
Dressed in a purple-and-gold gown, Bibi Dong strode inside, her long legs carrying her forward.
The space around her twisted, and the scene before her eyes instantly began to change.
"Rakshasa!"
"What are you trying to do?"
Looking at the familiar Rakshasa Secret Realm around her, she fixed her gaze on the Rakshasa God, seated high on the throne.
There was no respect in Bibi Dong's eyes, only deep disgust and wariness.
"Hahaha! This god has taken an interest in your little disciple. I want to interact with him a little!"
The Rakshasa God lounged on the throne, resting her cheek in her hand as she leisurely sized up Bibi Dong.
"Dong'er, you've been eating well lately, haven't you? You've even put on a little weight. Heh, I'm jealous. How can you be happy? As the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, you can't be allowed to find happiness."
"Leave him alone. He isn't suited to the Rakshasa Godhood!"
Bibi Dong paid no heed to her taunts. She was nothing like the relaxed woman who spoke with Su Wen.
Only those who had truly undergone the Nine Trials of Rakshasa knew.
Just how terrifying the Rakshasa God Trial was.
Massacring tens of thousands was commonplace. The Rakshasa God especially enjoyed tempting you to turn against those close to you.
If your spiritual power wasn't strong enough, it was easy to become the Rakshasa God's puppet.
If Su Wen had received the Eight Trials of Rakshasa, Bibi Dong could have felt at ease.
After all, those trials had been set in advance, and all he needed to do was take them one step at a time. The