Rakshasa Trial Instantly Becomes a Two-Player Dungeon

"Hoo..."

Bibi Dong let out a long breath. "How is it? This power..."

"How is it, my foot!"

Before Bibi Dong could finish, Nan Feng's exasperated voice exploded within her Sea of Consciousness.

"I'm going bloody insane!"

Nan Feng's soul form rolled around in her mind, truly tortured to the brink of madness. "How did you endure the Rakshasa Evil Thought in that Rakshasa Secret Realm? I only brushed against the scraps, and my brain is still looping a hundred ways to destroy the world and a thousand NSFW images!"

Hearing this, a trace of satisfaction flashed across Bibi Dong's originally cold face.

"Can't take it already?"

Bibi Dong walked to the mirror, looking at the more powerful and unfamiliar version of herself reflected within, the corners of her mouth curling up. "That is because your mind is cluttered with too many distractions; your focus is insufficient."

"As long as the hatred in one's heart is pure enough, those chaotic desires cannot shake your spirit."

"In the face of such power, everything other than slaughter and vengeance... is unimportant."

"However, the power of Rakshasa is indeed too dangerous. I originally intended to begin accepting the inheritance now, but it seems it would be safer to wait until I reach level ninety-nine and start the God Trial in a fully prepared state."

Nan Feng was on the verge of a breakdown. "Uh, Big Sister, could we... perhaps choose a different inheritance?"

It had only been one night! He was already going crazy!

If they really had to start the Rakshasa God Trial later, Bibi Dong might be able to hold on, but he certainly couldn't!

Bibi Dong watched Nan Feng lying on the ground looking like he wanted to die, feeling quite pleased. Who told this guy to force that Soul Blood Pact on her?

If he had remained in his previous state as a mere accessory, the Rakshasa Evil Thought wouldn't have eroded this Old Spider, but now, their souls were fused together.

In a sense, this guy had to undergo the Rakshasa God's trials alongside her.

Although she hadn't officially started the God Trial yet, the moment she entered the Rakshasa Secret Realm, the Rakshasa God's testing had already begun.

If she couldn't remain clear-headed under the assault of the Rakshasa Evil Thought and instead became eroded, falling into the role of a slave to desire, she would be swallowed by the Rakshasa Secret Realm and turned into nourishment.

If Nan Feng went insane...

"Wait!"

"Nan Feng! Get up!"

Bibi Dong's expression shifted, and she roared at Nan Feng, who was still "playing dead" in her Sea of Consciousness. "If... if we are one during the God Trial, then if you collapse... what will happen to me?!"

"Huh?"

Nan Feng's brain was still a mess, and he was a bit dazed by Bibi Dong's shout. "What do you mean what happens? At worst I go crazy, turn into an idiot who can only babble, but the body is yours anyway, you can play with it yourself..."

"It doesn't matter if you go crazy! But what about me?!"

Bibi Dong's voice changed pitch, filled with unprecedented terror. "The core of the Rakshasa God Trial is testing one's mind and will. Once the inheritor loses themselves in the evil thoughts, they are judged as a failure, and their soul is swallowed by the Rakshasa divine power, turning into nourishment for the realm!"

"Our souls are now connected; we are truly one body with two souls! Under the rules of the Rakshasa God, we are considered a single entity!"

"If you go insane, that means half of our soul has lost control!"

"Doesn't that... mean I'm finished too?!"

"??!"

In that instant, Nan Feng's chaotic brain felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe, and he sobered up significantly.

"Holy shit?!"

Nan Feng sprang up from the floor of the Sea of Consciousness like a carp, his purple-black spider face filled with horror. "You mean if I fail the test, I'll drag you down with me? And then we'll both be eaten by that crazy Rakshasa woman?!"

"What do you think?!" Bibi Dong gritted her teeth.

"..."

"What kind of hell-difficulty co-op dungeon is this?!"

Nan Feng was devastated. "I'm just an accessory who wanted to ride your coattails! Why am I responsible for the exam? And a mental-type exam that forces people to go insane at that?"

"You think I want this?!"

Bibi Dong was so angry she wanted to vomit blood. "Who insisted on that Soul Blood Pact? Who said we would live and die together? Now look, not only do we have to live together, we have to take the Godhood exam together!"

She had originally planned to use this opportunity to torture the Old Spider, even secretly hoping he would be erased by the divine power.

But now, not only could she not watch the show, she had to find a way to be this useless guy's "tutor" to prevent him from dragging her into the abyss!

"This life is impossible!"

Nan Feng sat on the ground, wanting to cry but having no tears. "Big Sister, can we change the Godhood? I'd even settle for climbing stairs at the Sea God Island next door, but this Rakshasa God... this is truly not a job for humans!"

"Change? How?"

Bibi Dong said coldly, "I have already devoured Qian Xunji; I am stained with the most extreme evil and resentment. Once targeted by Rakshasa, what other deity would grant me an inheritance?"

"Besides, if that old man Qian Daoliu discovers I've abandoned the Rakshasa inheritance and lost my status as a successor, how long do you think he'll let me live?"

"Then what do we do?" Nan Feng spread his hands. "Just from that wave last night, I feel my mental resistance has reached its limit. If this happens a few more times, I can't guarantee I won't lose my mind. If I drag you down with me then, don't blame me."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anxiety within her heart.

Things had reached this point; complaining was useless now.

"Listen to me, Nan Feng."

Bibi Dong's voice became incomparably stern, "From today on, you must cultivate alongside me."

"Cultivate? Cultivate what?"

"Tempering your will!"

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Bibi Dong's eyes, "I will use the killing intent of my Slaughter God's Domain to stimulate your soul bit by bit, enhancing your mental resistance. Although the process will be agonizing, it is still better than being devoured by the Rakshasa God when the time comes!"

"Furthermore, every time we enter the Rakshasa Secret Realm from now on, you must remain fully conscious. I will divert a portion of my spiritual power to protect you, but the brunt of the impact must be borne by you alone!"

"Bear it your grandfather!" Nan Feng wailed, "Is that something a human can bear?!"

"You will bear it whether you can or not!"

Bibi Dong let out a cold snort, "For my sake and for your own, you must pull yourself together! Otherwise..."

"Dong—dong—dong—"

Just as the two were still arguing incessantly about this "tutoring session," those heavy, solemn bell tolls rang out once again.

The Eighty-One Funeral Knells echoed, their reverberations refusing to fade.

The entire Martial Soul City was plunged into a deathly, mournful silence.

"The funeral knells..."

Bibi Dong turned her head to look out the window, the cold sneer reappearing at the corner of her mouth, "It seems Qian Daoliu has already arranged everything."

"Let's go, my... Your Holiness the Pope."

Although Nan Feng's voice still carried a hint of weakness, it had returned to that cynical tone of his, "Since we've already boarded this pirate ship, we might as well play our parts well for the show ahead."

"As for that damned Rakshasa God Trial..."

"At worst, we'll just torture each other every day and see who goes insane first!"