Qian Renxue Woke First

Dong'er's body trembled slightly.

She slowly closed her eyes, and countless scenes surfaced in her mind.

Jialing Pass.

The four gods joining forces.

The Asura Demon Sword piercing through her body.

Her Godhood shattering.

Xue'er's tears.

"I..." Dong'er's voice was soft. "I really don't want to go through it again."

"But asking me to personally push my present self into the abyss is too cruel."

"Cruel?"

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

"You have died once.

You should understand better than I do...

There has never been a path in this world that wasn't cruel. If you don't push her into the abyss, she will be besieged and killed by the four gods before Jialing Pass.

If you push her into the abyss, she may instead awaken through her fall and gain true Rakshasa Divine Power.

By then...

Those two useless fools, the God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess, won't even be worthy of appearing before her."

Dong'er remained silent for a long time.

So long that the Rakshasa God's Divine Sense gradually grew impatient and began to destabilize.

Then, she spoke.

"You promised me that the new God Trial would have a reward."

"Mm."

"What exactly is it?"

"You'll find out then."

Dong'er's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You told me that last time too. I don't like being kept in suspense."

"You have no right to bargain!"

The Rakshasa God's tone turned icy.

"You are merely a Remnant Soul. Allowing you to continue existing is already my mercy."

The Rakshasa God's tone paused.

"If you are unwilling, I can seek another inheritor for the God Position."

"In this world, you are not the only one who wishes to become the Rakshasa God."

Dong'er's body stiffened slightly, because the Rakshasa God was telling the truth.

In this world, Soul Masters with dark attributes were not uncommon. Those willing to fall into darkness for power were even more numerous than hairs on an ox.

If the Rakshasa God truly wanted to find a new inheritor, it would not be difficult.

She had no bargaining chips at all.

"I understand."

Dong'er's voice became very soft.

"I agree."

The Rakshasa God's Divine Sense rippled faintly.

"Very good."

"However..."

Dong'er's tone suddenly shifted.

"I have one bottom line."

"Speak."

"Xue'er cannot be harmed."

"Qian Renxue?"

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

"Hmph. What does a nine-year-old inheritor of the Angel God have to do with my God Trial?"

"She is my daughter."

Dong'er's voice turned cold.

"I don't care what you make me go through, what you make Fang Mo go through, or what you make the current Bibi Dong go through."

"But my Xue'er must never become a sacrifice in your plan."

The Rakshasa God fell silent for a moment.

"I will not actively harm her."

Its tone became calm.

"But if she involves herself in my plan of her own accord... that will be another matter."

Dong'er's dark red eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp glint flashed deep within them.

"If you dare touch a single finger of Xue'er's..."

"What will you do?"

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

"You are merely a Remnant Soul. What can you possibly do to me? How could you stop me?"

Dong'er did not answer.

She floated quietly in the center of the Sea of Consciousness, her dark red eyes fixed on the Rakshasa Divine Sense.

There was no fear in her eyes.

No submission.

Only a stubbornness that transcended time, carved into her very bones.

"Fine."

The Rakshasa God's tone finally softened.

"I promise you. Qian Renxue will not become a core variable in the plan."

After saying that, the Rakshasa God's Divine Sense slowly began to dissipate, like a wisp of smoke scattered by the wind.

"In three days, I will descend again.

At that time...

I will directly imprint the contents of the new God Trial into Bibi Dong's Spirit Sea.

She will hear my whispers, feel my power, and then begin to fall."

When the dark purple radiance completely faded.

The Spirit Sea returned to calm.

Dong'er floated alone in the darkness.

Her feelings were complicated now.

Helplessness, bitterness, heartache, and a deeply concealed trace of self-mockery.

"The future me joining forces with the Rakshasa God to plot against the present me..."

Dong'er murmured softly.

"Personally making the current me fall..."

"Something like this..."

The corner of her mouth curved downward, the expression filled with powerless bitterness.

"Even I never imagined it."

Dong'er slowly closed her eyes.

"Fang Mo..."

Dong'er whispered softly in her heart.

"You brat... probably have no idea what you're about to face..."

At this very moment.

On the bed not far from Dong'er, Fang Mo slept quietly.

Moonlight streamed through the window onto his face, illuminating a peaceful, somewhat childish visage.

A child.

A Transmigrator with an adult soul, utterly unaware of the coming storm.

In the more distant papal bedchamber.

Bibi Dong was still tossing and turning.

She stared at the ceiling above, moonlight reflected in her violet eyes.

Dong'er's words still echoed in her ears.

"Nine and a half out of ten were wrong... You got deceived and even helped them count their money..."

Fang Mo's words also lingered in her heart.

"Teacher, no matter what you discussed, your disciple stands with you."

When Fang Mo touched the back of her hand, why had her heartbeat sped up at that moment?

And also.

The three of them slept in the same bed. Why did that make me feel somewhat upset?

Bibi Dong turned over wearily.

"What is wrong with me..."

Bibi Dong murmured softly, "Why would I feel this way toward a child..."

She did not finish.

Because she did not dare to finish.

She feared that once she voiced it, that absurd thought would become reality.

And what she did not know was...

In the deepest part of her Spirit Sea, an incredibly faint strand of Rakshasa Divine Sense was quietly taking root in her heart.

The next morning.

A ray of sunlight passed through the window and gently fell upon the bed.

Qian Renxue suddenly woke from her dream, her breathing slightly hurried and a fine layer of sweat beading on her forehead.

She had that dream again.

In that dream, her mother's figure grew farther and farther away. She chased desperately, yet could never touch those magnificent robes.

When her mother turned around, her face was still as cold as frost, and there was not the slightest warmth in her eyes.

"No... Mother, don't go..."

Qian Renxue reached out in the dream, but in the end, she grasped only emptiness.

Her chest suddenly tightened, and then she abruptly opened her eyes to find herself in a room both unfamiliar and familiar.

She instinctively turned her head...

Qian Renxue's breathing caught for a moment.

She slowly turned toward her left. Her mother lay beside her.

Her translucent soul form emitted a faint glow in the morning light. Her long hair cascaded over the pillow, and her face was peaceful and gentle.

Those sharp phoenix eyes were lightly closed at the moment, her long lashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow beneath them.

Her thin lips were pressed together slightly, lacking some of their usual majesty and distance, carrying instead a mother's serenity.

It was not a dream.

Everything from last night had been real.

Her mother had truly slept beside her for the entire night.