As she spoke, Bibi Dong crushed the orb of light in her hand, and the Memokeeper stiffly collapsed to the ground.
Even in death, he refused to believe that Bibi Dong, an ordinary person who could not even wield the power of a Path, had managed to kill him on Remembrance's home turf.
After the Memokeeper fell, the entire scene of the Papal Hall began rapidly collapsing, gradually transforming into a crystalline palace.
But Bibi Dong could not have cared less about any of that.
At that moment, she had only one thought: to burn all those who had once humiliated and abused her,
and this world that opposed her at every turn, to ashes-to burn away those nauseating presences!
"Hehehehe, hahahahaha!!! Die! All of you, die!"
Bibi Dong was like a woman possessed. She had never been someone to trifle with in the first place.
After everything she had experienced, her personality had long since changed. She held no hope whatsoever for this world.
Destroying the world was what she had wanted from the very beginning.
The reason she had changed before was partly because Sunday's words had moved her.
There was also the fact that Sunday had intervened, making the Rakshasa God suspend the godhood inheritance and lessening its influence on her.
He had also completely expelled the Rakshasa divine sense that had been constantly eating away at and ravaging her from within, allowing her sanity and reason to regain the upper hand.
And Sunday's strength was certainly not something she could challenge at present, so she had chosen to comply.
As for the other reason, Sunday had indeed spoken the truth. Qian Renxue had actually always been her Achilles' heel.
She had simply refused to admit it, trying to conceal it and deceive herself.
Only when Sunday