Bai Jin did not answer at once.
The Six Eyes saw too much, and he could not yet be sure of most of it. Thin violet-black streams threaded through Bibi Dong's meridians, sometimes overlapping with her Soul Power, sometimes sinking deeper. Whenever he tried to make out the mark, a layer of chaotic shadows blocked his sight.
Within those shadows were loathing, killing intent, and many things he could not name.
He drew back his gaze and looked only at what he could confirm.
"Thirty-seven outside, and more inside her. Every nine breaths, they press against her Sea of Consciousness together."
Bibi Dong's fingers paused slightly.
"What about the innermost part?" she asked.
"I can't see it clearly. If I look any deeper, my eyes will be injured first."
That answer seemed more useful than a boast. Bibi Dong leaned back in her chair, her right hand still pressed to her chest and abdomen.
Qian Renxue stood where she was.
"What is that?"
Bibi Dong glanced at her.
"Rakshasa Divine Power."
The last trace of wind in the hall fell still.
Bai Jin had already detected traces of Divine Power in that aura. Only when he heard its name did many things that had not made sense before come together.
It was the complete opposite of the power on the Angel Holy Sword.
The holy sword's light burned along stable Soul Power connections, forcing its target to rebuild those pathways again and again. The violet-black streams before him were in no hurry to destroy Bibi Dong's meridians. They clung to every fluctuation of emotion and Soul Power, then suddenly bore down when control was hardest to maintain.
"A Divine Trial?" he asked.
"Yes."
Bibi Dong gave him only one word.
Only when Bibi Dong said "Rakshasa Divine Power" did Qian