"Testify? You..." The guard stared at Qian Xun'an in utter shock.
Qian Xun'an said coldly, "Bibi Dong murdered the Pope. I want you to testify. I'm going to put Bibi Dong on trial!"
The man was utterly shocked, unable to believe it.
Qian Xun'an was about to take the guard away when he produced a ring, a treasure he had obtained in that other world.
The ring suddenly emitted a bright glow, and a room appeared before the man.
Qian Xun'an looked at him calmly. "Taking you back with me would waste too much time. Go inside. There's plenty of food in there, enough to keep you alive for a year or two.
Go on in!"
The man glanced at Qian Xun'an. Not daring to disobey his command, he stepped into the room.
A flash of white light followed. The room vanished before Qian Xun'an's eyes, turning back into the ring.
Qian Xun'an put the ring away and prepared to leave.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the Asura Demon Sword. It was a fine weapon. Even he had felt a faint stirring when he'd sensed it earlier.
That meant the Asura Demon Sword was no ordinary thing.
Qian Xun'an walked over to it and reached out to pick it up. The instant his hand closed around the Asura Demon Sword, a terrifying aura surged toward him.
A crack appeared before him, carrying a fearsome suction force as it lunged at Qian Xun'an.
His expression changed, and he quickly retreated. But it was too late. The crack seemed to have locked onto him and shot straight toward him. There was no way to dodge it.
Qian Xun'an was pulled into a strange space.
The Divine Realm.
The Divine Realm.
In a pavilion, a deity stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sea of clouds below.
He wore pitch-black armor and stood tall and imposing, radiating an oppressive presence that was impossible to ignore. The armor covered his entire body, its surface carved with intricate, ominous patterns that gave it an ancient, sinister air. A cold light gleamed across it, as if it held boundless power to kill.
A black helmet concealed his face, leaving only his cold, merciless eyes visible. They glinted with murderous intent. Set into the helmet was a blood-red gem that shimmered like a blazing flame.
A pair of enormous black wings rose from his back. When spread, they resembled a demon's wings, making escape seem impossible. Dark light shimmered across them, and they radiated an endless aura of evil, as if they could swallow the world whole.
Just then, another deity approached from behind him.
She was a woman. A row of barbs ran along her arms, and a closer look revealed the outlines of more barbs on her legs.
Her legs weren't smooth and fair like an ordinary woman's. Instead, they were covered in scars, some resembling worms embedded in her flesh. The sight was twisted and sinister.
Her cheeks were also mottled. Her entire face looked as though it were covered in layers of wrinkled bark.
She had a sharp nose and deep-set eyes, their irises blood-red. She looked uncanny.
Her face held a cold, cruel smile. She looked at the deity and said slowly, "Asura, you must have sensed that powerful aura from the human world."
The deity with his hands behind his back was Asura God. He turned to look at her. "Rakshasa, you're here."
Rakshasa God smiled faintly and looked calmly at Asura God. "What, are you planning to choose that person as your successor?"
Asura God replied calmly, "Are you planning to stir up trouble again?"
Rakshasa God laughed, looking at Asura God. "Of course. Asura, you may be a God King now, and I may not be your match, but our feud will never end.
"You're the god who governs slaughter, and I'm the god who governs evil thoughts. I want to see what happens to your successor after my evil thoughts corrupt him!"
Asura God's gaze turned icy. He looked at Rakshasa God. "Rakshasa, I don't want to fight you. Besides, haven't you already chosen a successor?"
"You can choose as many successors as you like. Why can't I?" Rakshasa God scoffed at once.
Rakshasa God looked at Asura God and continued, "Besides, isn't it up to the successor himself which god's position he chooses? I want to see whether he inherits your slaughter or chooses my evil thoughts!"
Qian Xun'an arrived in the strange space and found himself inside an ancient palace.
There was nothing in the palace except for two objects.
On one side stood the Asura Demon Sword. Qian Xun'an realized that the sword in his hand had disappeared and was now embedded in one side of the palace.
On the other side rested the Death Demon Scythe, radiating a chilling aura. Its blade was black as ink, gleaming with a light that struck fear into the heart. Strange runes covered its surface, each one seemingly concealing an inexhaustible store of death energy.
A serpent-shaped pattern coiled around the handle, writhing like a living creature. Every detail was so lifelike that it seemed real. The handle appeared to be made from some indescribable black metal, and it gave off an eerie sheen.
A thick black mist swirled around the Death Demon Scythe. It seemed to come from a part of hell, carrying a stench and an evil aura. Each wisp of mist was like a tendril of darkness, reaching out to devour everything around it.
Qian Xun'an looked at the two objects calmly, then sneered. "Is this supposed to make me choose?"
The next moment, a dark aura surged from the Death Demon Scythe. Wisps of black mist coalesced into a horrifying figure.
It was a terrifying woman, her body formed from boundless evil thoughts. Tentacles emerged from her, gradually becoming solid until they took on physical form.
The woman, formed from evil thoughts, radiated a terrifying, sinister aura. Her face twisted into a grimace, and her tentacles brimmed with destructive power.
She had a slender figure and long black hair that cascaded over her shoulders.
Her face was beautiful, even perfect. But her eyes were terrifying.
They were filled with madness, resentment, anger, and every other negative emotion.
"Ke ke ke... This is quite good!" The woman looked at Qian Xun'an and spoke.
Qian Xun'an regarded her with a cold gaze. "Who are you?"
"A person... Heh heh heh... I am no person. I am a god!" the woman declared proudly.
"A god?" Qian Xun'an had heard since childhood that the ancestor of their Spirit Hall had become the Angel God and entered the Divine Realm.
His father, Qian Daoliu, had also strictly followed the rules laid down by the Angel God, always upholding justice and tolerance.
But Qian Xun'an didn't hold gods in much reverence. A so-called god was merely someone one realm above them.
"A god? What kind of god are you?" Qian Xun'an asked the woman.
Rakshasa God smiled. "I am Rakshasa God, the one who governs the evil thoughts of this world. I can sense a very wicked aura within you. That must be your Second Martial Soul.
"I never expected the utterly sacred Angel Martial Soul to bear the power of darkness as well."
Qian Xun'an regarded Rakshasa God with an indifferent gaze, seemingly uninterested in her at all. He said, "If you have something to say, get to the point."
Rakshasa God smiled faintly and looked at Qian Xun'an. "I rather like you. Would you like to inherit the divine position of Rakshasa God?"
Just as Qian Xun'an was about to refuse, an aura suddenly shot skyward from the Asura Demon Sword.
The next moment, a phantom appeared above the Asura Demon Sword. It was a man with handsome features and a hint of weariness.
It was none other than Asura God. He now wore armor and radiated an imposing might, like an emperor reigning over the world.
Asura God spoke from the side. "You have another choice. I think highly of you too. You can undergo my trials and inherit my divine position."
Qian Xun'an turned to look at Asura God and asked calmly, "And who are you?"
Asura God gazed at Qian Xun'an coldly and frowned slightly. He hadn't expected Qian Xun'an to be so disrespectful.
He said, "I am one of the God Kings of the Divine Realm, Asura God!"
Qian Xun'an looked at Asura God without the slightest trace of excitement. "Sorry, I've never heard of you."
At that, Asura God furrowed his brow even more. As a God King, he was respected by the gods even in the Divine Realm. Yet this mortal before him dared to show him such disrespect.
"It doesn't matter if you've never heard of me. I'll give you a chance now. If you pass my Asura God trials, I'll let you inherit my divine position," Asura God continued.
Rakshasa God immediately spoke up. "I think you should choose me instead. He governs slaughter in this world, while I govern its evil thoughts. What do you think there's more of in this world: evil thoughts or slaughter?"
Qian Xun'an looked at the two gods and asked, "What do your so-called trials involve?"
Rakshasa God answered first. "My Godly Trial is simple. There are nine trials in all."
The next moment, a stream of information entered Qian Xun'an's mind. He immediately saw the contents of the Rakshasa God Trial.
First Trial: Devour the Angel.
Second Trial: Cultivate to the Limit Douluo level.
Third Trial: Gather a complete set of Spirit Bones and absorb enough death energy.
Fourth Trial: Devour Soul Masters and absorb large amounts of their Soul Power, resentment, and death energy until you begin to possess a god's aura.
Fifth Trial: Let evil energy enter your body and absorb Rakshasa's evil energy for 200 days.
Sixth Trial: Die and return to life. Have your body completely destroyed, then use Rakshasa Divine Power to restore it and fully absorb part of the divine power.
Seventh Trial: Become a Douluo with two souls and two titles.
Eighth Trial: Obtain the Heart of Rakshasa.
Ninth Trial: Rakshasa's inheritance.
After seeing the nine trials, Qian Xun'an immediately thought of something, especially when he saw the First Trial.
He remembered what the guard had said: in that secret chamber, Bibi Dong seemed to be devouring his elder brother's Soul Power. Could it be that Rakshasa God had also chosen Bibi Dong as a successor, and that she had devoured his brother?
Qian Xun'an continued reading the other trials. Their requirements had a great deal in common with both him and Bibi Dong.
For instance, Twin Martial Souls and possessing a complete set of Spirit Bones—these were things he and Bibi Dong both had in common.
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