Ice God's Heir?

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Bibi Dong stood where she was, as if she had turned into a flawless statue.

Deep within her violet eyes, a towering tsunami seemed to have erupted, its raging waves nearly shattering the world of understanding she had built over so many years!

Douluo Continent was merely one of countless planes under the God Realm?

All their cultivation, struggles, even their pursuit of godhood—had they been struggling within a predetermined framework from the very beginning?

She had given everything, endured endless pain and humiliation, all to pursue the Rakshasa God's divine seat and gain the power to control her own fate—even the fates of others...

Yet in the end, she might merely have stepped onto a larger chessboard, becoming a somewhat weighty pawn in the eyes of higher beings?

This upheaval of everything she knew brought not enlightenment, but a bone-deep chill and a sense of absurdity.

She had always believed she was defying fate, climbing toward the pinnacle of power. But what if even that "pinnacle" and "fate" themselves had been defined and permitted by beings on a higher level...

Bibi Dong felt as though an invisible hand had clenched tightly around her heart, making it difficult even to breathe.

Never before had she felt so clearly how small and powerless she was.

Even when facing Qian Daoliu and the immense pressures within and beyond Spirit Hall, an unyielding flame had always burned in her heart. She had believed that she would one day stand above all else.

But now, Xiao Yin's words were like a basin of icy water poured directly onto the heart of that flame.

The look in her eyes as she watched Xiao Yin became incomparably complicated.

There was shock, doubt, anger, and an... uncertainty she was unwilling even to acknowledge.

"How...