The Netherworld Realm.
The purple cocoon began to crack, first breaking open at a single point, then spreading outward like a spiderweb as purple mist surged from within.
The shattered scythe blade hovered in midair, eerie streams of dark-purple light seeping through its web of cracks. Thousands upon thousands of departed souls shrieked, their cries becoming tangible sound waves that shook the entire desolate Netherworld Realm. Countless undead and souls turned to look, bewildered, with no idea what had happened.
"Here it comes!"
Xu Cheng folded his arms across his chest and watched with interest.
Faced with Bibi Dong, who was about to regain her demigod strength, master and disciple showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, they looked faintly surprised.
"It seems this Super Divine Artifact is far more powerful than we imagined..." Xu Cheng mused.
The purple cocoon seemed to become nourishment, dissolving into strands that converged on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. The cracks in the Demon Scythe healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, while Bibi Dong's divine sense appeared beside it.
Her pale fingertips brushed the broken scythe shaft, and her body, formed from ashes, suddenly erupted with dazzling blood-red light.
Space began collapsing around the scythe blade, its fragments trembling as they drew together and reassembled. Every metallic scrape sent a bolt of dark-purple lightning exploding across heaven and earth.
The phantom of her divine soul solidified amid the seething aura of slaughter. Her dark-purple robes billowed without wind, and an ocean of murderous energy poured from her body. Majestic and imposing, she truly bore some semblance of a god now.
Xu Cheng smiled.
He quietly watched Bibi Dong tread across the ink-stained earth of the Netherworld Realm. Each step brought forth a mandala flower assembled from bones, its withered petals turning into amethyst blades