Of course, Leng Xiyue could imagine how unspeakably tragic the Rakshasa God's past had been. Otherwise, she could never have condensed a Divine Position from it. Still, someone this far gone in madness was basically beyond saving.
Nevertheless, Leng Xiyue asked tentatively, "So, does this mean you'll stop controlling my master, let Spirit Hall come over to our side, and allow us to enter a period of rapid development, thereby carrying out your plan to use us to wage war on the Divine Realm?"
"Of course not." The Rakshasa God shook her head and continued calmly, "The Rakshasa Godhood is the fruit of my painstaking efforts, after all. Bibi Dong is the person I chose, and naturally, I'll ensure she succeeds me. The coming chaos will nourish her path to godhood. This is something you cannot prevent, and something that will happen."
"As for Spirit Hall, I don't care about it at all. At most, I'll be smashing that little bitch Qian Mengying's home in passing. Even if your victory is assured in the end, enough people will die along the way for me to pass my position to Bibi Dong and bring her over."
Clearly, the Rakshasa God regarded Bibi Dong as nothing more than a tool. Her methods made that obvious, and watching Bibi Dong suffer was also a delightful spectacle to her.
Yet thinking along those lines, Leng Xiyue suddenly felt that perhaps Bibi Dong's actions back then really had been the result of the Rakshasa God's all-out efforts-that she had controlled Bibi Dong's mind all along, until things became irreversible. In that case, her relationship with her master could still be salvaged.
Wouldn't this Rakshasa God be mine to manipulate however I pleased in the future?
Unexpectedly, the Rakshasa God seemed to know what Leng Xiyue