Thinking of this, Bibi Dong recalled the moment Jiang Chen had taken that sword strike for her.
That scene had replayed in her mind countless times over the short half-day, and each time, it made her soul tremble.
"Why? Why did you have to be so foolish?" Bibi Dong's tears flowed again.
"I hate it. I hate how useless I am. After all these years, I still haven't successfully inherited the Rakshasa God. If I had already become the Rakshasa God, you wouldn't have needed to protect me."
At that moment, Bibi Dong's heart was filled with endless self-reproach.
She hated her own weakness. She hated her own helplessness.
She had come into contact with the Rakshasa God's inheritance more than twenty years ago, yet she still had not successfully completed it.
She did not know that, like the Sea God, the Rakshasa God was also a first-class deity, its strength surpassed only by the law-enforcement deities.
And because the Rakshasa God's abilities were far too evil and bizarre, its inheritance was much more difficult as well.
Tears streamed down Bibi Dong's cheeks as she blankly raised her head and looked above her.
She had explored this space not long after entering it.
It was roughly three hundred meters in diameter, its edges shrouded in eerie white mist that could not be passed through.
There were also clusters of white mist within the space, seemingly wrapping some objects inside.
The sky overhead was likewise covered in a thick layer of white mist, nearly a thousand meters away.
She had previously flown up to try, but she had been unable to break through it as well.
The first thing that came to her mind when she thought of a space capable of storing objects was a Soul Tool.
But she had