Rakshasa God's Entrustment

Outside the cave, several powerful auras erupted at once—

Huo Yuhao halted, Soul Power instantly circulating through his body as the strength of the Ice Empress and Snow Empress stood ready to strike.

Yet in the next instant, those auras receded like a tide, vanishing without a trace as if they had never appeared.

Huo Yuhao frowned slightly and quietly spread out his Spiritual Detection. Within several miles, there was no longer any trace of a living presence.

"What's going on?" Tianmeng Ice Worm's voice carried a hint of confusion within the Spirit Sea. "Those auras were obviously so powerful just now. How did they suddenly disappear?"

The Ice Empress's cool voice rang out. "They didn't retreat. They dispersed."

"Dispersed?" Huo Yuhao's heart stirred.

"Those weren't the auras of living people," the Ice Empress said slowly. "They were Soul Power imprints left behind here. They were briefly activated after being disturbed by outsiders, and have now returned to dormancy."

Huo Yuhao nodded thoughtfully.

Since there were no enemies, it was time to leave. He cast one last glance at the corpse lying peacefully in the center of the palace and was about to turn around—

His steps stopped again.

Something was wrong.

Huo Yuhao's gaze locked firmly onto Bibi Dong's corpse. He clearly remembered that when he had sensed it through Dugu Bo last time, although the corpse retained the aura of the Rakshasa God, that aura had been dormant, lifeless, like a decayed burial object in an ancient tomb that had stood for ten thousand years.

But now—

That aura had grown stronger than before.

No, it was not merely stronger. That power seemed to have come alive, slowly circulating within the corpse with a faint, almost imperceptible pulse, like a colossal beast that had slept for ten thousand years and was beginning to awaken.

Huo Yuhao's pupils contracted slightly.

At that instant, a violet radiance suddenly lit up from within Bibi Dong's corpse and swept through the entire palace. The light was not dazzling, yet it carried an indescribable pressure that made even the Dragon God Power within Huo Yuhao tremble faintly.

The light gradually gathered in midair, eventually forming an illusory figure.

It was a woman.

She wore a magnificent violet gown and an exquisite crown. Her features resembled the corpse upon the stone platform by seventy or eighty percent, but she was more imposing, more sharp and severe. Her figure was translucent and so faint that it seemed on the verge of dispersing, yet even so, the lingering might of a deity made Huo Yuhao's heart tighten.

Rakshasa God.

Huo Yuhao's pupils narrowed slightly, but he did not panic. He quietly watched that remnant soul without rashly speaking.

The remnant soul was watching him as well.

After a brief silence, the Rakshasa God spoke. Her voice was hoarse and weak, as though it could disperse into the wind at any moment, yet it carried an indescribable complexity.

"You finally came."

Huo Yuhao raised his brows slightly. "You know me?"

The Rakshasa God shook her head, then nodded.

"I do not know you, but there is a secret connection between the Angel God and me," she said slowly. "Ten thousand years ago, Tang San sealed us together, and we were trapped together in endless darkness. During those long years, we sensed and supported one another, barely managing to survive until now."

She looked at Huo Yuhao, a glimmer appearing in her eyes.

"Not long ago, the Angel God told me that she had sensed a special existence—a young girl bearing an Angel Martial Soul, and a youth... whose presence had caused the course of fate to deviate," the Rakshasa God said softly. "She said that youth carried the possibility of breaking destiny. That was how I knew of you, though we had never met."

Huo Yuhao was shaken.

So that was it.

The Rakshasa God continued, "Although the Angel God and I escaped the seal together, I only have these few remnants of my soul left. She can find an inheritor, but I cannot. My godhood has shattered, and my consciousness is about to disperse."

She paused, her voice growing weaker. "Young man, I ask only one thing of you."

"What is it?"

"Help me destroy Tang San."

Those four words emerged from the Rakshasa God's lips with bone-deep hatred and profound helplessness.

"Ten thousand years ago, he severely damaged my divine core. He sealed the Angel God, and he also... indirectly caused Bibi Dong's death." The Rakshasa God's voice trembled slightly. "I hate him, but in my current state, I cannot even protect myself, much less seek revenge."

She looked at Huo Yuhao, her eyes filled with hope. "I know this request is excessive, but I have no other choice. If you agree, I will die without regret."

Huo Yuhao quietly watched her for a long time without speaking.

Within the Spirit Sea, Tianmeng Ice Worm softly asked, "Yuhao..."

Huo Yuhao raised a hand, cutting him off.

He looked at the Rakshasa God and slowly said, "Tang San and I share an irreconcilable hatred."

Light instantly flared in the Rakshasa God's eyes.

Huo Yuhao continued, "He killed my mother, plotted out my life, and treated everything I had as pieces on a chessboard. Even if you had not asked me, I would still kill him. My revenge has never been for anyone else. It is for myself, for my mother who died with grievances unresolved, and for all those fates he toyed with in the palm of his hand."

The Rakshasa God smiled. There was relief in that smile, along with comfort.

"Good, good, good." She said the word three times. "I am willing to believe in you."

She floated toward the stone platform and lowered her head to gaze at the corpse resting there, her eyes full of tenderness and guilt.

"I also know what you did just now," the Rakshasa God said softly. "You revived Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo. I sensed that undead aura. Your methods are even more brilliant than I imagined."

Huo Yuhao did not deny it.

The Rakshasa God raised her head and looked at him. "Then let me help you one final time."

She raised her illusory hand. In her palm, a shattered mass of violet radiance slowly emerged—it was her remaining Rakshasa Divine Power, along with her final divine consciousness and origin.

"I will merge my final divine consciousness, energy, and origin with Bibi Dong," the Rakshasa God said slowly. "I will restore her to the peak state she possessed in life—the strength of a First-Level God, perhaps even greater. Then I will guide you in refining her into your puppet."

She looked at Huo Yuhao, her eyes full of earnest pleading. "She was the person I wronged most in life, and even after her death, I could not let her rest in peace. But if she can become a source of strength on your path of revenge, if she can help you destroy Tang San, then she... will have fulfilled my wish."

Huo Yuhao fell silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Alright."

The Rakshasa God hesitated no longer. Her illusory figure suddenly bloomed with dazzling violet light. The shattered godhood radiance rose from her palm, slowly drifting toward the corpse on the stone platform before finally sinking into Bibi Dong's brow.

At the same time, the Rakshasa God's figure became even more illusory, nearly transparent.

"Young man, remember your promise." Her voice grew softer and softer, as though it came from some distant place. "Destroy Tang San... for me, and for Bibi Dong..."

As her words fell, the remnant soul transformed into specks of violet light, all of which poured into Bibi Dong's body.

The palace fell silent.

Huo Yuhao stood quietly before the stone platform, looking at the corpse resting there.

A moment later, a violet glow quietly lit up between Bibi Dong's brows.

The radiance grew ever brighter, gradually spreading throughout her body. Her once-pale skin began to regain its color, her shriveled blood vessels filled again, and even the eyes that had remained shut for ten thousand years seemed to tremble faintly.

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and raised his hand. Gray-gold Undead Magic Power surged from his palm, slowly enveloping Bibi Dong's entire body.

Within the Spirit Sea, Electrolux's voice quietly sounded. "Yuhao, I will assist you."

The two streams of Undead Magic Power intertwined, beginning to guide the Rakshasa Divine Power that had just fused within Bibi Dong and completely merge it with her body.

However, this was a body at the level of a First-Level God. Even with the guidance of the Rakshasa God's remnant soul, Huo Yuhao's spiritual power was still being depleted at a terrifying rate.

Just then, a four-colored gold, silver, ice, and fire light suddenly shone from deep within his body—

It was the Dragon God.

That gentle yet vast power steadily supported Huo Yuhao's nearly exhausted spiritual power, allowing the refinement process to continue.

Within the Spirit Sea, Tianmeng Ice Worm's voice rang out. "Yuhao, don't force yourself. I'll help you!"

Azure-blue spiritual power poured forth like a tide, intertwining with Huo Yuhao's Undead Magic Power.

The Ice Empress's cool voice followed. "We'll help too."

Emerald-green light surged in. It was the Ice Empress's origin power.

Snow Empress said nothing. She merely sent a wisp of gentle chill into Huo Yuhao's meridians, helping him stabilize his mind.

Ice Bear King Xiaobai mumbled something in his simple, honest manner and merged his own power into the process as well.

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion's golden eyes flickered slightly as it quietly bestowed a strand of providence upon Huo Yuhao, making the entire refinement process smoother.

One, two, three...

At this moment, every companion gave their all.

They were one whole.

From the Far Northern Land to the Star Dou Great Forest, from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well until now, these companions had long since merged into Huo Yuhao's Martial Soul, Void, living and existing alongside him. They were not puppets, nor were they tools. They were friends, companions, beings who walked beside him and shared life and death with him.

Within Bibi Dong's body, the remaining strand of consciousness left behind by the Rakshasa God was also cooperating with all its strength, guiding the Rakshasa Divine Power to perfectly merge with Bibi Dong's body.

Time passed bit by bit.

Huo Yuhao's face grew paler and paler, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, yet his gaze remained resolute without the slightest wavering.

No one knew how long passed—

Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly opened!

They were a pair of violet eyes, deep and majestic, identical to those of the empress who had stood at the pinnacle of the Martial Soul Empire ten thousand years ago.

At the same time, a terrifying aura erupted from her body. It was the pressure of a First-Level God, the peak power that a Rakshasa God inheritor should possess.

Bibi Dong slowly sat up, her gaze falling upon Huo Yuhao.

Her eyes were hollow and calm, without rage, gratitude, or any emotion—she was merely a perfect puppet, one that possessed all the power she had held in life.

"This subordinate, Bibi Dong, greets my lord."

Her voice was low and imposing, no different from when she had been alive.

Huo Yuhao looked at her, the corner of his lips lifting into a faint smile.

He had succeeded.

Yet at that very instant, an unprecedented wave of exhaustion surged over him like a tide. His vision went dark, his body swayed, and he fell straight forward.

Bibi Dong reached out and caught him.

Huo Yuhao's consciousness sank into darkness.

No one knew how much time had passed.

Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the cold ground. Bibi Dong still stood nearby, quietly guarding him without making any movement.

He sat up and rubbed his throbbing temples, his gaze falling upon the empty palace.

"Rakshasa God?" he called softly.

There was no response.

"Rakshasa God?" he called again.

Still, there was no response.

Within the palace, only his own voice echoed through the emptiness before returning to silence.

Unease rose in Huo Yuhao's heart. He looked at Bibi Dong, then at the empty stone platform, his voice trembling slightly. "Rakshasa God?"

Within the Spirit Sea, Electrolux's voice slowly rang out, carrying a trace of heaviness.

"Yuhao, there is no need to call her."

Huo Yuhao stiffened.

"The Rakshasa God is... gone," Electrolux said softly. "She sacrificed the last remnants of her divine soul, divine consciousness, and origin power to help you restore Bibi Dong to the peak level she had in life—a First-Level God."

He paused, his tone carrying a trace of respect. "Her consciousness has completely dispersed."

Huo Yuhao froze.

He recalled that illusory figure, her humble plea, and the words she had spoken ever more softly before she vanished: "For me, and for Bibi Dong..."

She had waited ten thousand years. What she received was not a chance to take revenge with her own hands, but someone to whom she could entrust it. She gave up everything she had left, only so Bibi Dong could continue existing in another form, only to add a faint glimmer of hope to her unfinished revenge.

Then she had simply disappeared.

Without even a farewell.

Huo Yuhao slowly stood up, looking at the empty palace, at the stone platform that had once held Bibi Dong's corpse, and at the Bibi Dong puppet standing quietly before him.

He spoke softly, his voice hoarse yet firm:

"I will do it."

"I will destroy Tang San."

"For you, and for myself."

Within the Spirit Sea, Tianmeng Ice Worm said nothing.

The Ice Empress said nothing.

Snow Empress said nothing.

All of his companions remained silent.

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and waved his hand, drawing Bibi Dong into the Undead Demi-Plane.

He turned and walked toward the cave entrance.

His steps were steady, his gaze resolute.

There was still a long road ahead before the inevitable final battle.

But within his heart, there was now one more reason why he had to win.