The Rakshasa God Comes Knocking

It was late at night.

The corridor had returned to silence, Bibi Dong's footsteps fading beyond the end of the corner.

In Fang Mo's room, moonlight spilled through the window onto the large bed.

Qian Renxue lay curled up beneath the blankets in the middle, her golden hair spread across the pillow. A faint smile rested on her lips, and her breathing was steady and peaceful.

Her left hand still held Dong'er's soul form. Their fingers were intertwined, as though they were holding onto half the world together.

As for Dong'er...

Her dark red eyes opened slightly beneath the cover of her lashes.

The gap was so narrow that even if Fang Mo were still awake, he might not have noticed.

Her pupils glimmered faintly under the moonlight as she silently watched the already closed door.

Dong'er had seen it.

The moment Bibi Dong pushed open the door, every subtle change in her expression, every rhythm of her breathing, every casual physical contact had been precisely caught by her.

The reddening of her ears.

The trembling of her fingertips.

The slight curve of her lips.

That was not a smile.

It was an understanding that transcended time, carrying both bitterness and relief.

As expected...

She murmured soundlessly in her heart.

It has already begun...

Whenever a child touched Bibi Dong's hand, the tips of her ears would redden slightly.

To others, it might have seemed like a normal reaction, but Dong'er knew herself too well.

She knew everything about Bibi Dong.

From her bones, from the depths of her soul, from every nerve ending.

No one knew better than Dong'er what kind of soul lived within that body.

Ever since what Qian Xunji had done, Bibi Dong had instinctively rejected the touch of every member of the opposite sex.

It was not fear, but a deeper disgust etched into her body's memory.

Even when female attendants helped her change clothes, she would subconsciously take half a step back.

When receiving the salutes of the Elder Hall's old officials, she would also keep a distance of more than three steps.

Her defenses against any man were sturdier than the walls of Pope Palace.

But when Fang Mo touched her hand, her first reaction had not been to retreat. The tips of her ears had reddened instead.

Dong'er slowly closed her eyes, but she did not truly fall asleep.

Deep within her consciousness.

There was a darkness she knew best, a place farther away and harder to reach.

It was the last fragment of the Rakshasa God's divine spark. Usually, that area was as still as the void.

She could sense its existence, but she had never truly touched it.

It was like a safe. You knew it was there, but could never open it.

But today was different...

This very afternoon.

While Dong'er had been speaking with Bibi Dong, that divine spark fragment that had lain dormant for who knew how long had suddenly trembled.

It had been extremely faint.

Had she not deliberately focused on sensing it, she would not have noticed at all.

But Dong'er had noticed.

Because she knew that tremor too well. It was the resonance of the Rakshasa God.

Not with her own shattered divine spark, but from the distant God Realm.

Dong'er clearly remembered that moment.

At the time, she had been in the study, exposing the flaws in Yu Xiaogang's theories to Bibi Dong.

The more she said, the more turbulent her emotions became.

Anger, unwillingness, self-mockery, bitterness—every emotion Dong'er possessed had surged to its peak during that conversation.

It was at that moment...

She felt it.

The Rakshasa God's divine spark fragment had resonated with some distant existence.

The sensation was strange.

It was like suddenly hearing an echo in boundless darkness.

The echo came from the God Realm.

From the Rakshasa God of the present age.

Dong'er's breathing stopped for an instant.

She knew what it meant.

Divine consciousness descending.

The true body of the Rakshasa God of the present age.

Through the divine spark fragment, It had established contact with Dong'er's Remnant Soul and projected a wisp of divine consciousness into her Spirit Sea.

Gods would not take the initiative to concern themselves with the Mortal Realm, much less easily communicate with mortals.

The Rakshasa God.

A dark god who controlled the power of ultimate evil.

That silhouette was shrouded in Dark Purple Mist. Its features could not be distinguished, but Dong'er could feel Its gaze.

Cold, scrutinizing, carrying a lofty indifference.

The feeling was still familiar.

"Interesting."

A voice sounded from the darkness.

It did not come from any particular direction. It surged in from all sides at once, as though the darkness itself were speaking.

The voice was low, hoarse, and savage, carrying a pressure that made one's soul tremble.

"A Remnant Soul returned from the future to the present."

The Rakshasa God's divine consciousness slowly emerged before Dong'er, Dark Purple light illuminating her translucent soul form.

"And she is actually still my inheritor."

Dong'er did not retreat. She looked directly at that mass of light, her back ramrod straight.

Even though she was now only a Remnant Soul, with both her divine spark and divine position shattered, facing a true Rakshasa God.

Her spine would never bend.

"You should know who I am, shouldn't you?"

Dong'er's voice was hoarse yet calm.

"Of course I do."

The Rakshasa God's divine consciousness rippled slightly. That ripple seemed to be laughter.

"You are my inheritor. Or rather, you are... my inheritor of the future."

Dong'er narrowed her eyes slightly. "You knew from the very beginning, didn't you?"

"The moment you crossed the river of time and returned to the present, I sensed it in advance."

"A Remnant Soul with a shattered divine spark, carrying complete memories and obsessions, crossed the barrier of time and returned to the present."

The Rakshasa God paused.

"Such a thing... is not common even for me..."

Dong'er fell silent for a moment. "Then why did you only come to find me now?"

"Because you were too weak."

The Rakshasa God did not conceal it in the slightest.

"A Remnant Soul that could dissipate at any moment was not worth wasting divine consciousness on.

Until today..."

Its eyes flickered faintly.

"Your emotional fluctuations, every word you said to that woman,

your anger, your unwillingness, your resentment... those emotions reached a critical point."

Dong'er's dark red eyes flickered faintly.

"So you came?"

"So I came."

The Rakshasa God's divine consciousness slowly drifted a step closer, Dark Purple light illuminating Dong'er's face.

Those cold, scrutinizing eyes swept back and forth across Dong'er's face.

"I did not expect the Rakshasa God's next inheritor to be so weak."

"Her divine spark is shattered, her divine position is gone, her soul is incomplete, and now she cannot even defeat an ordinary Soul Master."

Dong'er did not refute it.

Because it was the truth.

"However..."

The Rakshasa God's tone suddenly changed.

"You are also very interesting."

Dong'er narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Interesting?"

The Rakshasa God's tone carried a trace of amusement.

"A defeated god returned to the present with memories of the past.

Her host is a Transmigrator, a Remnant Soul resides within her body, and her teacher is her former self.

Such a combination... I have lived for countless tens of thousands of years, yet this is the first time I have seen one."

Dong'er's lips twitched slightly.

"Did you come to find me merely to marvel at such things?"

"Of course not."

The Rakshasa God's tone became serious.

"I came to find you because I need to confirm something."

"What?"

Its gaze suddenly sharpened, its tone faintly seductive.

"Do you... still want to become the Rakshasa God?"

The question struck Dong'er's heart like a massive boulder.

She did not answer immediately.