One Body, Two Souls, a Deity's Version of Schizophrenia!

"Hey, Bibi Dong."

"How long are you going to hold me by the neck?!"

Bibi Dong's body stiffened abruptly.

That sound...

She slowly, with extreme stiffness, turned her head.

What came into view was the "thing" she had hastily pulled out of her Soul Tool in desperation, intending to use it as a throwing weapon.

That was a... body.

A body she knew all too well.

She was noble and graceful, still possessing a captivating charm, but at this moment her eyes were tightly closed and her face was lifeless.

But this very body was being held tightly by the neck, suspended high in the air, in a posture as if it were about to be thrown away.

That was her own old body!

However, that body, which should have been soulless and merely an empty shell, began to speak!

Not only that!

The moment Bibi Dong turned her head to look, the blackish-purple light between the eyebrows of that body, which was originally thinner than a strand of hair, suddenly surged!

Then, those tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

Two Youyou, purplish-black lights, filled with an aura of evil and Destruction, flickered in his pupils.

The moment she met those eyes, Bibi Dong felt as if her soul had been frozen.

A name, filled with endless hatred and fear, exploded in her mind.

Rakshasa God!

Bibi Dong, who had undergone the nine trials of the Rakshasa God and was even once corrupted by its divine sense, was intimately familiar with this power and this aura to the core!

Previously, the senior had clearly helped her completely erase the Rakshasa Divine Sense, along with that damned divine test.

Bibi Dong thought that she would never have anything to do with that dark and evil Deity again in her life.

But to her utter surprise, the other party contacted her again!

It even lurked inside its abandoned old body!

And at that moment, he awoke!

The moment Bibi Dong realized this fact, her reaction was almost instinctive.

"Get out of here!"

She let out a scream mixed with terror and disgust, and with a sudden burst of strength, she threw the body that was about to be completely possessed by the Rakshasa God away!

The movement was just like someone encountering the most disgusting cockroach and instinctively wanting to fling it away to the ends of the earth.

However, her act of throwing it was, by sheer coincidence...

The body that was thrown out drew an arc in the air, flying towards the illusory image of the Angel God that Lin Feng had imprisoned in mid-air, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as he flew towards them.

Angel God: "..."

Her ethereal face still bore the lingering fear of being imprisoned by Lin Feng, and the disappointment of not being able to obtain Bibi Dong's body.

At this moment, all these emotions froze into a capital "bewilderment".

Well?

No?

Why are you two throwing things at me while you're arguing?

I'm just an innocent Deity passing by!

However, as a soul, she had no way to escape.

She could only watch helplessly as that body, in an extremely undignified manner, crashed into her chest!

"Weng!"

A strange sound rang out.

The Angel God's phantom, composed of souls, didn't even have time to utter a cry of alarm before it was struck solidly by the physical body.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

The golden, sacred light and the purplish-black, malevolent aura clashed violently at the moment of their collision, like water and fire, oil and ice!

But the conflict lasted less than half a second.

That body seemed to transform into a bottomless vortex, forcibly pulling in and devouring the illusory soul of the Angel God, along with the Rakshasa Divine Sense it carried!

"No!"

Qian Daoliu let out a mournful cry, watching helplessly as the soul of his ancestor was "eaten" by that body exuding an evil aura.

Qian Renxue's pretty face also turned deathly pale, and she subconsciously exclaimed in shock, "Our ancestor... is dead again?"

"Thump!"

After completing this bizarre "fusion," the body lost its flight momentum and crashed heavily onto the polished floor with a dull thud.

For a moment, the entire hotel was deathly silent.

All eyes were fixed on the body lying motionless on the ground.

It's over!

Qian Daoliu's heart was practically in his throat.

The ancestor's soul was already weak, and now it has been forcibly stuffed into a body corrupted by an evil god...

This won't... cause his soul to be completely destroyed, will it?

His lips trembled, and he was almost crying out, "Ancestor... Ancestor..."

However, how could the body of Peerless Douluo be so easily injured?

Just when Qian Daoliu overwhelmed with grief...

The body lying on the ground twitched its fingers slightly.

Then, with an extremely smooth, even somewhat elegant, posture, she slowly stood up from the ground.

She first extended her fair hand and gently patted away non-existent dust from her elegant long dress.

Then, she looked up.

That face, which was exactly the same as Bibi Dong's before, elegant and beautiful, now bore a cold and sinister smile.

Those eyes, burning with a purplish-black light, swept across the entire scene, finally landing on Bibi Dong, whose face was full of vigilance and wariness.

"Bibi Dong."

"Rakshasa God" spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

How did you do that?

"How did you manage to separate my divine sense from your soul, and even... create another body?"

Sensing the pure yet evil Deity aura emanating from the other party, Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted. Suppressing his unease, he stepped forward and questioned them sharply.

"Who are you?!"

Where are my ancestors?

"Rakshasa Dong" seemed confused. Hearing Qian Daoliu's question, he couldn't help but turn his head, a hint of bewilderment showing in his sinister eyes.

"Ancestor?"

However, before she could finish uttering the questioning word "ancestors,"...

"Rakshasa Dong's" body suddenly trembled, as if struck by an invisible electric current.

Her limbs instantly assumed several extremely stiff and twisted postures, her neck tilted back in an ergonomically unnatural way, and she made a series of incomprehensible "uh uh" sounds.

It looked just like a robot with a faulty connection that was constantly tripping the circuit breaker.

This bizarre scene sent chills down everyone's spines, and they instinctively took a step back.

Even Qian Daoliu swallowed back his next question.

Immediately afterwards.

The head, which had been tilted back, suddenly jerked downwards.

When she raised her head again, it was still the same face, but her entire demeanor had undergone a complete transformation!

That cold, evil aura vanished without a trace.

Instead, there is an aura of holiness and majesty, yet also carrying a hint of bewilderment and helplessness.

She looked down at her fair and delicate hands, and then felt the powerful Soul Power flowing through her body.

After a moment, she sighed helplessly.

"Sigh, did it fail again?"

Her voice became clear and ethereal, the very voice of Angel God.

"Well, at least... for now, we don't have to worry about the danger of our souls being scattered."

Although this body wasn't the "divine kingdom-level mansion" she most desired, it was still a large, old, and well-furnished apartment. Most importantly... the house was given to her for free!

"Let me see what's going on with this body."

She muttered to herself, slowly closed her eyes, and let her consciousness sink into her body to carefully examine this brand-new "dwelling".

However, her eyes had only been closed for less than two breaths.

The next second!

She suddenly opened her eyes, and her golden, holy pupils erupted with unbelievable horror and rage, emitting a sharp, explosive sound!

"Holy crap! What's going on here!?"

The holy and noble Angel God immediately swore.

"Why is the soul of the Rakshasa God still inside this body?!"

She felt as if she had finally been allocated a free resettlement house, and was overjoyed, ready to move in with her bags.

When they opened the door, they discovered that a notorious, murderous fugitive was living in the living room!

Who can tolerate this?!

Faced with this sudden and shocking turn of events, a bead of cold sweat slowly slid down Qian Daoliu's forehead.

Looking at his ancestor's face, which was slightly distorted by extreme shock, he mustered his courage, stepped forward, and tentatively asked.

"Ancestor... you..."

However, before Qian Daoge could finish speaking...

Angel Dong's body convulsed and twisted violently once again, just like before.