Rakshasa! Illusion!

Rakshasa Secret Realm, The sky here was dim and oppressive, the ground beneath desolate, and not a trace of life could be seen anywhere. Anyone trapped in this world would feel nothing but endless loneliness.

Bibi Dong had long since adapted to this hopeless, despair-filled place. She walked straight toward a statue of the Rakshasa God.

The features of the statue were indistinct, and it was shrouded in a layer of black mist, though one could vaguely discern that it was a goddess.

The statue was not tall, yet standing in this world, it felt as if it were the very center of the realm.

Despite being only ten meters high, the statue felt like a pillar supporting the heavens, appearing immensely grand and imposing. This contradictory scene felt strangely harmonious to the eye.

The statue did not radiate divine light, but rather emitted endless evil energy. This was a fallen god, and the aura from her statue constantly tempted the darkness within one's heart, telling people that corruption was the only true destination.

Bibi Dong stepped forward, then revealed a hint of hesitation.

However, thinking of the two recent setbacks she had suffered at the hands of Qian Daoliu, her desire for power overcame this flicker of doubt.

"Activate, Seventh God Trial."

"Ding! Seventh God Trial: Rakshasa Illusion, break the obsession."

A mechanical female voice echoed. It was an unconscious program assisting the inheritance of the Rakshasa God; clearly, she had not appointed any devotees or priests for her successor.

As the God Trial began, a purple-black divine light erupted from the statue and shot violently toward Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong did not dodge. Since she had already initiated the God Trial, she would naturally no longer be hesitant.

When she woke up again, Bibi Dong found herself in a secret chamber.

Standing beside her was a hideous and terrifying man. He had golden hair, but possessed the face of a wicked ghost. His entire body was covered in tentacles, and pus dripped from his mouth—a true image of a demon descending upon the mortal world.

The demon opened his pus-dripping mouth, revealing a set of ferocious fangs with shreds of flesh still clinging to them. The moment he spoke, a foul, bloody stench wafted over.

"My good disciple, it is already impossible between you and that Yu Xiaogang. Do you still dare to go see him now?"

Bibi Dong suddenly came to her senses. What was this?

Right, she was the Saintess of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, and the person before her was her teacher, Qian Xunji.

That was right; the image of Qian Xunji in Bibi Dong's mind was exactly this wicked ghost.

Yu Xiaogang?

"Hehehehe, if you dare to see that Yu Xiaogang again, I will immediately send someone to kill him."

"No! Don't!"

Bibi Dong said instinctively.

She did not know why she had said that. Who was Yu Xiaogang? He seemed to be a very important person.

"Then you had better behave yourself. From now on, you are still the Saintess of Spirit Hall."

Having said that, the wicked ghost walked out of the secret chamber, leaving Bibi Dong alone in the dim room.

In the days that followed, Aside from the maid who delivered meals, she faced only the empty secret chamber. In this isolation, she truly felt she was going insane.

Every day she tried hard to recall, but she could only remember vague fragments; her mind felt like a short-circuited lightbulb.

Day after day, In this dim secret chamber, Bibi Dong did not know how much time had passed.

On this day, the door to the secret chamber slowly opened, and the wicked ghost finally returned.

"Dong'er, have you thought things through during this time?"

The wicked ghost grinned, speaking to Bibi Dong, who appeared somewhat dazed.

Seeing the arrival of the wicked ghost, Bibi Dong pulled herself together, smiled, stood up, and bowed, looking as elegant and refined as a lady of noble birth.

"Teacher, I have understood. I am the Saintess of Spirit Hall, and I will only ever be the Saintess of Spirit Hall."

"Hahahaha, Dong'er, it is good that you think this way. Teacher is very pleased."

The wicked ghost laughed heartily, seemingly very satisfied with Bibi Dong's words.

Bibi Dong took two more steps forward.

"Dong'er knows how hard Teacher works. In the past, I was too ignorant."

The wicked ghost seemed to believe her, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Teacher toils day and night for our Spirit Hall; why don't I massage your shoulders for you?"

Bibi Dong was now less than a meter away from the wicked ghost.

Suddenly, eight Spider Spears erupted from behind Bibi Dong, thrusting violently toward the wicked ghost.

"Go to hell, you beast!"

"Bang!"

The eight Spider Spears were blocked by a barrier of spirit power.

"Hehehehe, my obedient apprentice, it seems you still aren't being honest!"

"Let your teacher teach you a lesson... urgh."

The evil ghost looked in horror at the hand protruding from its chest, its previously playful expression freezing in an instant.

"Ho... how is this possible?"

Bibi Dong smiled slightly. Even though it was the same smile as before, it made one feel a bone-chilling cold, as if it hid a deep-seated frost.

Her hand gripped tightly, and the evil ghost's heart was instantly crushed. The evil ghost's mind went blank, its legs gave way, and it collapsed straight onto the cold ground, its eyes still filled with disbelief.

"Hahahaha! Qian Xunji, oh Qian Xunji, if I could kill you once, I can kill you twice. Become the stepping stone for my ascension to godhood!"

At this moment, Bibi Dong's face was filled with madness, appearing both sorrowful and joyful, crying and laughing, until it finally returned to calm. Eight Spider Spears extended from her back, piercing into "Qian Xunji" and absorbing him until nothing remained.

After absorbing Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong's aura surged once more, already touching the threshold of level 99.

I should have passed, right? Bibi Dong thought.

This Seventh Rakshasa Trial was a test of seeing through one's obsessions, or rather, breaking through the inner demons of one's own heart. This was why Bibi Dong had been so reluctant to undergo the Seventh Trial; some things cannot be overcome simply by wanting to.

Originally, she had planned to delay it for another two years, but the pressure from Qian Daoliu forced her to choose to begin the Seventh Trial immediately. If her strength was insufficient, wouldn't she be unable to even protect her own disciple?

At this moment, the scene suddenly shifted.

Bibi Dong found herself standing in a lush little forest. She vaguely remembered that this should be an unnamed grove on the right side of Spirit City.

A young man with black hair was standing in the woods. He was of medium build, slightly thin, with fairly handsome features and a faint smile hanging on his lips. It was none other than the young Yu Dash.

At this time, Yu Xiaogang did not have the sense of defeat that came after experiencing emotional setbacks; instead, he was full of vitality. Dressed in a simple gray-black robe, paired with his scholarly air, he truly felt like a refined scholar.

He revealed a sunny smile and spoke to Bibi Dong.

"Dong'er, let's elope. Let's go to a place where no one can find us."

Bibi Dong first saw the man she had once been unable to forget, and then heard these words. For a moment, her emotions were complex—there was surprise, and a hint of something else she couldn't quite name.

"Xiaogang, you... are you serious?"

For some reason, when Bibi Dong heard this, she didn't feel as happy as she had imagined. Clearly, what she had always longed for was to be a couple with Yu Xiaogang, and she had often wondered if things wouldn't have turned out the way they did if she had eloped with him back then.

Although she knew that with the power of Spirit Hall, the chances of being caught and dragged back were higher, she had always harbored a glimmer of hope in her heart.

But in reality, Yu Xiaogang had never said these words. Instead, he had hoped that Bibi Dong would remain in Spirit Hall so that he could better utilize her status to browse through some of Spirit Hall's top-secret documents.

"Of course I'm serious, Dong'er."

Yu Xiaogang continued to wear a gentle smile on his face.

"Come with me, everything will change, and we can be together forever."

Bibi Dong hesitated. Although her mind was still not entirely clear, she felt as if she still had some lingering attachments.

"Don't you want to be with me?"

Seeing Bibi Dong hesitate, Yu Xiaogang's face showed sorrow, and his tone carried a plea.

"Dong'er, won't you be with me?"

Bibi Dong felt lost, her mind drifting. Seeing the sorrow on Yu Xiaogang's face, she felt a pang of unbearable pain in her heart, but she was held back by her remaining reason, falling into hesitation for a moment.

"Come here, Dong'er. As long as you come over, we can be together forever."

Yu Xiaogang's tone carried a hint of bewitchment.

"Come here, you won't have to suffer anymore."

Everything Yu Xiaogang said was what Bibi Dong had once longed for.

She slowly walked toward Yu Xiaogang, the suppressed love in her heart suddenly beginning to swell. Her love for Yu Xiaogang seemed to grow deeper, as if as long as she walked to his side, Yu Xiaogang would become an inseparable part of her.

Evening, In Bibi Dong's boudoir.

Shang An was fast asleep.

Suddenly, his Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Lord martial soul stirred, instantly waking him up.

Those eyes, which seemed to contain the stars of the universe, opened. His cute little face still held a hint of hazy sleepiness, but he quickly cleared his head.

"What is going on!"

"Did something happen to Teacher?"

"Could it be the Rakshasa Demonic Thought?"

"That shouldn't be! My Seed of Heart should have already suppressed it."

"Could it be that Teacher has started the Rakshasa God Trial?"

In just an instant, Shang An pondered many things.

"No, I have to go and see."

Shang An tried to sink his consciousness into his second martial soul, the Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Lord. This was his first time attempting this, but an instinct seemed to tell him that this was what he should do. It seemed that after the Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Primordial Spirit was tempered by time and space and transformed into a martial soul, it had undergone some marvelous changes.

Suddenly, his vision shifted, and his consciousness appeared within a desolate, boundless darkness, where one bright star and two dim stars were abruptly suspended.

"Could this star be Xiao Bai?"

Looking at the star that shone as brightly as the sun, Shang An felt a deep sense of familiarity.

In his past life, after his old friends and family had all passed away, Shang An had focused entirely on cultivation and study, occasionally using a tool called a "mobile phone" to read webnovels.

Coupled with his intentional efforts to hide himself, suppress his aura, and alter his appearance to lower his presence, he had no friends and was a complete shut-in; only his pet, Xiao Bai, had stayed by his side, which was why it had spontaneously condensed a Seed of Heart.

Yet, since awakening his martial soul in this life, only Hu Liena and Bibi Dong had condensed a Seed of Heart.

It seemed Xiao Bai had encountered its own opportunities during that traversal, though it felt both near and far; he wasn't sure if it was even on the Douluo Continent, for if it were, he should have been able to sense it.

Without dwelling on it further, he looked toward the two dim stars, which appeared quite dull compared to Xiao Bai's star because the favorability toward Shang An was only around sixty.

He located one of the stars, which seemed to be shrouded in black mist.

"This must be Teacher's Heart Star."

Shang An called this dark, boundless universe the Heart Realm, and these stars were what he referred to as Heart Stars.

No longer hesitating, Shang An poured his consciousness into this Heart Star.