Meanwhile, in Spirit City, Bibi Dong's condition was changing in an extremely subtle way.
After news of the Dragon God's return reached the God Realm, the progress of her Divine Examination had visibly accelerated.
The barriers that had once required repeated attempts to break through were now becoming increasingly faint in her perception, as though a force from the Divine Seat itself were pushing her forward from within.
But the Rakshasa God's Divine Seat differed from other Divine Seats. The power it contained was dark, fallen, resentful, and mad—the embodiment of all negative emotions in the world.
While wielding this power, its inheritor's mind would also be constantly corroded and twisted, like a blade repeatedly tempered. Its edge would grow sharper and sharper, while its body became ever more brittle with each quenching.
Only those with unwavering minds and hearts turned toward the light would remain unchanged by Rakshasa Divine Power, but Bibi Dong was clearly not one of them.
She had always been someone filled with hatred and obsession. Her desire to control Spirit Hall, her loathing for traitors, and her fixation on a past that could never heal were all deeply compatible with the Rakshasa God's power.
Now that the progress of her Divine Examination had suddenly accelerated, the Divine Power that had once been restrained layer upon layer surged into her senses like a burst dam, beginning to erode her mind in a way she could not fully control.
Bibi Dong herself failed to notice that her emotions were becoming more extreme than before. Her anger, hatred, and paranoia were repeatedly magnified by the Rakshasa God's Divine Power, as though someone had lit a flame in the deepest part of her heart and kept feeding it fuel.
Whenever she handled state affairs in Pope Palace, her tone