Guiding the Course of Corruption

Deep within the Rakshasa Divine Hall.

There stood a massive stone wall.

The wall was covered in densely packed Divine Script, recording the Rakshasa God's legacy 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 humiliation..."

His voice became incredibly, incredibly low.

"A first-class god's inheritor was jointly hunted down by four gods. Her godhead shattered, her god position lost."

"This is not merely her humiliation."

"It is also mine."

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 thinking abilities far beyond those of ordinary people.

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

But now, his thoughts were in disarray.

Not because anger had clouded his mind.

But because of that Remnant Soul.

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

The Asura God, a God King.

The Sea God, a first-class god.

The God of Food, a second-class god.

The Nine-Colored Goddess, a second-class god.

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

The final result was...

The Rakshasa Godhead shattered, the god position lost.

The Angel Godhead shattered, cultivation plummeting.

"Dual god positions..."

The Rakshasa God's eyes narrowed 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... accomplished it."

The Rakshasa God slowly closed his eyes.

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

Like the calm before a storm.

"This grudge must be avenged!"

"Even if it 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 deserve to join in killing my inheritor?"

"What a joke."

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

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

After saying that.

The Rakshasa God slowly rose and approached the stone wall covered in Divine Script.

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

The God Trial content that had been passed down for countless years was quietly changing.

The Rakshasa God Trial.

This was the core of the Rakshasa Legacy system.

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

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

Because the Rakshasa God's essence was:

Utmost darkness and evil, slaughter, resentment, death aura...

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

"Utmost darkness and evil..."

The Rakshasa God murmured softly.

"Slaughter... resentment... death aura..."

"Continuous corruption is required... yet one must remain lucid amid corruption... in order to completely control Rakshasa Divine Power."

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

"Because this is the Rakshasa Divine Power Source."

"Without corruption, there is no Rakshasa Divine Power. Without remaining lucid amid corruption, one cannot wield this power."

"This is the Rakshasa God's essence."

The Rakshasa God's finger glided over the stone wall, leaving behind one new mark after another.

"I need to redesign the God Trials."

The Rakshasa God's tone suddenly changed.

No longer cold or enraged, it instead carried a trace of darkness and evil, constantly displaying the source of the Rakshasa God's power.

"There is no need to overthrow everything and start over,

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

"The essence of corruption cannot change, but the direction of corruption can be guided."

The Rakshasa God slowly closed his eyes, obtaining information from the conversation between the two.

About the present Bibi Dong.

About Bibi Dong's past.

About Bibi Dong's feelings.

Once the Martial Soul Hall Saintess.

Gifted beyond compare, with beauty that could topple cities.

When she had still been 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 life of ordinary people.

But later, she was violated by Qian Xunji and 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 involved with another woman.

His cousin.

Liu Erlong.

The Rakshasa God's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice carried a hint of disdain.

"Blinded by love...

"She once considered eloping for a piece of trash. Then, combined with what Qian Xunji did, she sealed away her feelings toward men from then on."

The Rakshasa God's tone turned icy.

"A double blow. She instinctively rejected the touch of every man."

"The walls around her heart are like thick ice. No one can enter, and no one can leave."

The Rakshasa God suddenly gave an evil smile.

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

He returned to his divine throne and slowly sat down.

Dark Purple Mist completely enveloped his figure, leaving only those cold, appraising eyes visible.

"Corruption..."

He murmured softly.

"The Rakshasa God's corruption is not merely one of power, but of the heart as well.

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

If she opens that door again...

If, after opening that door, she is betrayed in love once more...

That despair...

Being abandoned by the entire world...

Falling from light into darkness...

That is the purest corruption!"

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

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

"I will make her open that door.

Make her trust someone again.

Then...

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

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

Then...

Remain lucid at the deepest point of corruption.

That will be the new God Trial."

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

Rakshasa Divine Power surged from his fingertips and began carving new Divine Script into 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 lets her guard down around.

It must be someone she trusts absolutely."

The Rakshasa God's finger paused.

"That child..."

As soon as he thought of it, he immediately put it into action. She raised her hand and snapped her 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, an illusion akin to having her heart flutter.