Rakshasa God's Concession

Deep within the Rakshasa Divine Hall.

There stood a massive stone wall.

The wall was densely carved with Divine Script, recording the Rakshasa God's inheritance system.

The Rakshasa God's gaze fell upon the very bottom.

There was an unfinished line of Divine Script there, recording the next Bibi Dong.

Although those events had yet to happen, the Rakshasa God still found them humiliating.

"This is my shame..."

His voice became extremely low.

"A successor to a first-class god was jointly hunted down by four gods. Her Godhead shattered, her God Position ceased to exist."

"This is not merely her shame."

"It is also my shame."

A fist slammed heavily into the stone wall.

Boom—!

The entire divine hall shook violently. The Divine Script on the wall flickered for an instant before quickly returning to calm.

The Rakshasa God withdrew his fist.

He was thinking.

As a first-class god, he possessed mental abilities far beyond those of ordinary people.

Within an extremely short time, he could analyze countless possibilities and deduce the ultimate outcome of every path.

But now, his thoughts were in chaos.

Not because rage had clouded his mind.

But because of that Remnant Soul.

That future Rakshasa God Bibi Dong had brought him far too much information.

Asura God, God King level.

Sea God, first-class god.

God of Food, second-class god.

Nine-Colored Goddess, second-class god.

Those four gods had shamelessly joined forces to hunt down his successor.

The final result was...

The Rakshasa Godhead shattered, the God Position no longer existed.

The Angel Godhead shattered, and her cultivation plummeted.

"Dual God Positions..."

The Rakshasa God narrowed his eyes slightly.

"One Soul Master inherited both the Sea God and Asura God positions. The Sea God is a Light Element God Position, while the Asura God is a Slaughter Element God Position."

"These two God Positions should never have been inherited by the same person, yet they... succeeded."

The Rakshasa God slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, the dark purple light was no longer surging. In its place was an icy calm, nearly deathly still.

Like the calm before a storm.

"This grudge must be repaid!"

"Even if this has not happened yet, I will not allow it to happen again."

"Those two pieces of trash, the God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess, think they are worthy of joining forces to hunt down my successor?"

"What a joke."

There was a trace of mockery in his voice, but even more than that, hatred carved into his very bones.

"My successor can only die by my hand. Whoever dares touch her will pay the price."

After saying that.

The Rakshasa God slowly rose to his feet and walked over to the stone wall covered in Divine Script.

Dark purple divine power flowed from his fingertips, covering the Divine Script on the wall.

The content of the God Trials passed down for countless years began to quietly change.

Rakshasa God Trial.

This was the core of the Rakshasa Legacy system.

Every generation of successors had to complete nine trials before inheriting the Rakshasa God Position.

Since the First Generation Rakshasa God, this inheritance system had never changed.

Because the Rakshasa God's essence was:

Utmost darkness, utmost evil, slaughter, resentment, death energy...

These were the sources of Rakshasa Divine Power. He could not change them, nor was he allowed to change them.

"Utmost darkness, utmost evil..."

The Rakshasa God murmured softly.

"Slaughter... resentment... death energy..."

"One must fall continuously... yet remain clear-minded amid that fall... in order to completely control Rakshasa Divine Power."

"This is the foundation of the Rakshasa Legacy. No matter how the content is altered, this cannot change."

"Because this is the Rakshasa Divine Power Source."

"Without falling, there is no Rakshasa Divine Power. Without remaining clear-minded amid that fall, one cannot wield this power."

"This is the Rakshasa God's essence."

The Rakshasa God's fingers slid across the stone wall, leaving behind new marks one after another.

"I need to redesign the God Trials."

The Rakshasa God's tone suddenly changed.

It was no longer cold or furious. Instead, it carried a hint of darkness and evil, constantly displaying the source of the Rakshasa God's power.

"There is no need to overturn everything and start over.

"On the existing foundation... I can add some entirely new elements."

"The essence of falling cannot change, but the direction of that fall can be guided."

The Rakshasa God slowly closed his eyes and gleaned information from the conversation between the two.

About the current Bibi Dong.

About Bibi Dong's past.

About Bibi Dong's feelings.

The former Martial Soul Hall Saintess.

Exceptionally talented, with beauty capable of toppling cities.

When she was still a disciple, she met a man named Yu Xiaogang.

That man had written a set of Martial Soul Theory, claiming it was the greatest Martial Soul Research System on the entire Douluo Continent.

Bibi Dong fell in love with him.

Deeply in love with him.

She had even imagined eloping with him, going somewhere no one knew them, and living the lives of ordinary people.

But later, Qian Xunji defiled her, and she felt she was no longer worthy of him.

That was why she pushed him away.

Yet that so-called Yu Xiaogang turned around and got together with another woman.

His cousin.

Liu Erlong.

The Rakshasa God narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice carrying a trace of disdain.

"Blinded by love...

"She considered eloping for the sake of a piece of trash. Then, after what Qian Xunji did, she sealed away her feelings for men forever."

The Rakshasa God's tone turned cold.

"A double blow. She developed an instinctive rejection toward the touch of all men."

"Her heart was like a thick wall of ice. No one could enter, and no one could leave."

The Rakshasa God suddenly gave a wicked smile.

"But no matter how thick an ice wall is, it is still ice. With enough warmth, it will melt."

He returned to his divine throne and slowly sat down.

Dark Purple Mist completely shrouded his figure, leaving only those cold, scrutinizing eyes.

"Falling..."

He murmured softly.

"The Rakshasa God's fall is not merely one of power, but also of the soul.

A woman wounded by love chose to close off her heart.

If she opens that door again...

If, after opening that door, she suffers betrayal in love once more...

That kind of despair...

Being abandoned by the entire world...

Falling from light into darkness...

That is the purest fall!"

The corner of the Rakshasa God's mouth curved upward.

It was not a smile, but a cold calculation and the satisfaction that came after calculating everything.

"I will make her open that door.

Make her believe in someone again.

Then...

I will also make you experience how the person you walked out of darkness for, the person you rushed toward, is with another woman.

She must experience once more the agonizing pain of betrayal by the one she loves, allowing the darkness in her heart to reach an unprecedented depth.

Then...

Remain clear-minded at the deepest point of her fall.

That will be the new God Trial."

The Rakshasa God's gaze fell upon the stone wall.

Rakshasa Divine Power flowed from his fingertips as he began carving new Divine Script in the blank spaces.

"The first stage...

Make her open her heart to someone.

Not just anyone.

It must be the person closest to her.

It must be someone she has lowered her guard around.

It must be someone she trusts absolutely."

The Rakshasa God's fingers paused.

"That child..."

As soon as he thought of it, he acted. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers, and a wisp of divine power drifted down to the lower realm, landing upon Pope Bibi Dong.

It made Bibi Dong develop an illusion toward Fang Mo, something akin to the flutter of a racing heart.