Bibi Dong had barely returned to her Bedchamber when a sudden force pulled her into the Rakshasa Secret Realm.
It was the special space where successive heirs of the Rakshasa God underwent their Divine Tests. She knew it all too well.
Thick, dark-red mist filled the realm. A massive Rakshasa God Statue stood at its center, pitch-black from head to toe. Its six blood-colored eyes were half-open, exuding an ancient, evil aura.
Ordinarily, the statue stood silent, responding only when a Divine Test began or ended.
But today, before Bibi Dong could steady herself, all six eyes snapped open. Their blood-red pupils cast out almost tangible rays of evil light, and terrifying Rakshasa Divine Power enveloped her completely.
"Bibi Dong."
The voice came from inside the statue. It did not vibrate through the air; it struck directly at the depths of her soul.
It was hoarse and deep, thick with temptation, as though countless agonized screams and vicious whispers had been layered together.
"You have done well.
But it is time for the Rakshasa Nine Trials to reach their conclusion—
I now grant you your final trial: kill Fang Fan.
Sever his head with your own hands, and you will become a god at once."
Bibi Dong did not move. Only her eyes narrowed slowly. The red glow of the statue's six blood-red pupils reflected in them, but there was no warmth in her gaze.
Becoming a god.
It had been the greatest obsession of her life. For that goal, she had endured humiliation and hardship, facing the world's cold stares even after Qian Xunji had violated her.
To grow stronger, she had accepted the Rakshasa God Trial and swallowed Qian Xunji's soul.
Yet now, the Rakshasa God's condition for her ascension was that she kill the disciple she was