When You Become My Believer, You'll Definitely Have to...

"I told you... I was... very interested in you."

Seeing Chu Zisheng's teasing expression.

Bibi Dong suddenly felt as if her entire body had been seen through. Her heart began pounding wildly, yet deep within those violet eyes, a trace of disgust surfaced uncontrollably.

Why... why were these people... always like this!?

Was there nothing else in their minds besides such things?

Humiliation, disgust, hatred... all kinds of complicated emotions churned endlessly within her.

But... compared to her helpless, weak self in that secret chamber, who could only passively endure Qian Xunji's abuse.

This time, Chu Zisheng had at least given her the right to choose.

Then...

Would she choose to live on in humiliation?

Or die with dignity...

That was the question.

Bibi Dong bit her lip and remained silent.

If her great vengeance had been avenged, then death would be death. She would never submit to such manipulation.

But unfortunately, her vengeance remained unfulfilled... so even if there was only a one-in-ten-thousand chance of surviving, she did not want to let it slip away...

However, beneath Qian Xunji's name on the list of people she swore to kill, another name had been added.

Though this person was currently powerful enough to inspire despair, Bibi Dong believed that as long as she lived, there would eventually come a day when she could take revenge!

The humiliation inflicted upon me today will be repaid ten thousandfold someday!

Having made her decision...

Bibi Dong no longer hesitated.

She took a deep breath and suppressed the humiliation in her eyes, replacing it with the stillness of a dead sea. Yet between her brows, a dark, shadowy mark flickered in and out of view.

The towering hatred in her heart had once again triggered the Rakshasa Mark.

If the conditions had been something else, if she had been asked to pay another price—even if Chu Zisheng had cut off one of her arms, crippled her Twin Martial Souls, or made her serve as a slave for the rest of her life—Bibi Dong would not have felt such disgust and hatred. She might even have been grateful that he had given her a chance at revenge.

But it had to be... a condition that demanded she sell her body...

Naturally, it touched the deepest source of pain in her heart, turning every shred of gratitude into hatred.

After all, all her suffering stemmed from this.

The instant the Rakshasa Mark appeared.

Chu Zisheng seemed to have spotted something rare. A sharp gleam flashed through his eyes as he bent down to inspect it at close range.

He was so close that his nose nearly touched Bibi Dong's.

They could even feel each other's breaths against their faces.

"..."

Bibi Dong's breathing grew heavier and heavier, while the surroundings remained terrifyingly quiet.

Yue Guan and the others were still unconscious. It was as if only she and Chu Zisheng remained between heaven and earth.

Then.

She raised her hands and silently untied the Saintess robe, which had already been scraped and torn beyond repair and could barely conceal anything.

Soon.

A snowy-white, delicate, perfect, completely unclothed body was fully exposed beneath the bright moonlight.

Moonlight spilled across her curving figure, making her seem indescribably holy and indescribably alluring.

She tilted her head back slightly and closed her eyes, as though she had accepted her fate. Like a puppet on strings, she quietly waited for Chu Zisheng's wanton... play.

Chu Zisheng watched with great interest.

Though that had not been his intention, he did not stop her.

After all... the calmer Bibi Dong appeared, the more intense the hatred and pain within her became. Even the awakened Rakshasa God Mark grew increasingly solid!

Chu Zisheng stared at the Rakshasa God Mark and could not help becoming absorbed in thought.

The mark itself possessed little power, yet it carried a trace of a unique divine origin.

Gods could not freely descend into the mortal world in person. To select suitable inheritors, they sent down a thread of divine consciousness as a mark for screening successors.

This power, which did not belong to this world, was precisely what Chu Zisheng needed most and desired most right now.

He watched, utterly fascinated.

Without realizing it.

Chu Zisheng extended a finger and lightly touched the Rakshasa Mark, sensing that cold, strange power.

The instant he made contact.

Even though it was merely a mark, it gave Chu Zisheng an irritated feeling. A desire for destruction and slaughter even rose within his heart!

For no reason, he was getting a little pissed off!!!

Bibi Dong had originally closed her eyes, thinking she had prepared herself. She would treat it as sleeping through a dream, and once she woke up, it would be as though none of this had happened.

But that sudden touch still sent a shudder through her entire body. Her hurried breathing stopped at once, and her body visibly began trembling slightly, revealing the turmoil in her heart.

Yet after waiting for quite a while, she still did not receive the next move.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes and looked at Chu Zisheng in confusion. He was still very close, maintaining that bent posture with his finger against her forehead.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and there was some confusion in her eyes.

As if she were asking...

What are you still waiting for?

As her thoughts shifted, the Rakshasa Mark between her brows quickly faded away, as though it had never appeared.

With the thing that interested him gone, Chu Zisheng straightened up in boredom.

He looked Bibi Dong up and down, seeing that she had stripped herself completely bare, then smiled teasingly.

"What are you trying to do? Are you really that impatient?"

He had originally thought that after hearing this, Bibi Dong would stir up her hatred again and relight the Rakshasa Mark, but... Chu Zisheng was disappointed.

Bibi Dong said nothing. She merely lowered her head slowly, pressed her lips together, and remained silent.

It was not that she was impatient. She merely wanted this nightmare to end sooner.

Her smooth, pale skin glowed faintly beneath the bright moonlight. Like a sacred work of art, she was exceptionally alluring.

Even an ordinary woman in such a state would make a saint glance twice.

Much less Bibi Dong, who was already extraordinarily beautiful, with a cold and noble, holy temperament. And she looked utterly at the mercy of others—would not even a saint be driven mad...?

"Heh..."

Yet Chu Zisheng merely chuckled softly.

After looking at Bibi Dong once more, he shifted his gaze away.

His thoughts had long since drifted much farther away.

The ancient era!

At that time, there were no gods in the world, much less things such as divine inheritances.

This world had originally possessed no gods, but that did not mean no one could become one.

Those Limit Douluo and Quasi-God Rank supreme powerhouses had all relied on their own overwhelming strength, combined with massive amounts of Faith Power, to forcibly attain godhood and become the first generation of gods.

This was what was known as "Self-Created Godhood"!

As generation after generation of geniuses rose into prominence, the various godhoods were gradually completed.

Thus, divine inheritances came into being.

Things such as Sea God's Nine Trials and Angel God's Trials were all like this.

By passing the trials left behind by gods, one gained the qualification to climb the divine stairway.

This was the easiest path to becoming a god.

But in this era, talent had withered away. Forget completing this path—even those qualified to step onto it were few and far between.

Chu Zisheng possessed such qualifications.

But he did not want to take that path.

Inheriting another god's position might be much easier, but it would also lock in one's upper limit.

Therefore.

What he wanted was to walk a path that no one in this era had ever walked!

That was... becoming a god on his own!

He wanted to create an entirely new godhood for himself!

Yet before this, he had not the slightest clue how to walk that path.

Until today...

He encountered Bibi Dong, who bore the Rakshasa God Mark.

Chu Zisheng's eyes shifted slightly as he looked at her meaningfully.

Bibi Dong's entire body stiffened beneath that gaze. The night wind swept over her, greedily caressing her skin, white as snow-fat.

"Are you willing... to become my believer?"

Bibi Dong froze. "Become your believer? Then what would I have to do?"

Chu Zisheng said, "If you become my believer, then naturally, you'll have to join my faith."

Bibi Dong lowered her gaze. Her red lips parted, and she uttered two words.

"You're insane."

"Heh..."

Chu Zisheng smiled.