Moon Lamp Illuminates the Rakshasa

Bibi Dong raised her hand and unleashed a Spider Emperor Blade.

The violet-black blade of light slashed across the stone wall, and Qian Xunji's figure shattered on the spot. The black mist that scattered did not vanish. It crept along the floor behind her and gathered into human form again.

"You killed me once. How many more times can you do it?"

Identical figures appeared across the walls, their voices pouring in from every direction. Every shadow repeated that word, "disciple," with an intimacy that sent a chill through anyone who heard it.

Yuan Yu gripped his Sun Wheel Blade, the Moon Pattern lighting up along its spine. He could see clearly that those shadows held none of Qian Xunji's soul. They were only an old memory the Rakshasa God's power had dragged out of Bibi Dong's heart.

"What does it want me to see?" he asked.

Bibi Dong kept her back to him. "If you look, you'll die."

"Then I won't look."

Yuan Yu stepped forward and swept his blade past Bibi Dong's shoulder. The shadow's chest split open, but two hands reached out of the wound and grabbed for his forehead.

The instant they touched the moonlight, unfamiliar images slammed into his mind.

A sealed room. A discarded papal robe. Hatred filling a young woman's eyes. Yuan Yu caught only a glimpse before he withdrew his Spiritual Power, turned his blade sideways, and severed both black hands at the wrists.

The Rakshasa God's power excelled at prying open wounds, then feeding on the hatred that grew inside them. If he kept watching, he might learn why Bibi Dong had killed Qian Xunji years ago. But that was her past. Until she chose to speak of it, Yuan Yu would not steal a look through a mass of malice.