Tang San, You Have Chosen Death

Bibi Dong's already bloodless face gradually turned even paler. She even wished the memories of Huo Yuhao she had seen were fake.

"Just like Tang San, we're both transmigrators. He came from a sect in a feudal era, while I'm an intellectual from a thousand years later with some understanding of science." Huo Yuhao ignored the massive blood loss caused by the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and earnestly tried to reason with Bibi Dong.

"Boy, don't get any crooked ideas. Once I seize your body, all your memories and knowledge will be mine to use." Bibi Dong's expression was incomparably ugly. She glared at Huo Yuhao unwillingly and hissed.

"Then my memory lock will erase some crucial information. And then what? Are you willing to be killed by Tang San again after he cultivates in the God Realm and grows even stronger?" Unwilling to surrender control of the conversation, Huo Yuhao forced himself to stay conscious and roared back.

"You're merely a First-Rank God. Can you contend with the several God Kings of the God Realm? In this Douluo Plane, where history is written by the victors, what force would be willing to help you? Not to mention Tang Hao is transforming into the Lord of the Douluo Plane. Would he allow you to return to your peak?"

"Stop being stupid. No matter how furious you are, no matter how much you hate this world, you can't change anything, because there is no one behind you!"

"Do you think the Holy Spirit Cult alone can support you against the entire Douluo Continent? Do you think that once you return to your peak, you can fight the fully ascended Shrek Seven Monsters?"

With every forceful question from Huo Yuhao, Bibi Dong's cold, savage face became increasingly twisted, and the sickly green patterns on her face slowly deepened.

"Shut up! Don't think you can deceive me! Those memories of yours are fake!" Bibi Dong gritted her pearly teeth and cried out unwillingly, "Fake!"

"You clearly know it's all real. What are you afraid of? Why don't you dare admit it? Why don't you dare face it?"

With the scythe piercing through his chest, Huo Yuhao forcibly pushed Bibi Dong back step by step for several meters. "At worst, I'll die. Worst comes to worst, I'll transmigrate again. But you—keep clinging to your obsession and drown here!"

"You don't need to say any more. I don't believe you..." Bibi Dong no longer possessed her former strength. Through his insight from a godlike perspective, Huo Yuhao's words were like a sharp sword stabbing straight into her heart.

The mighty Rakshasa Godhood had been reduced to a single strand of divine consciousness, forced to hide underground for ten thousand years and wait for an inheritor. How tragic and desolate was that?

Was the Rakshasa God not a god? Shouldn't the God Realm that governed the continent have a God of Evil? It could not simply be said that all the Gods of the God Realm could not tolerate a Rakshasa God. Didn't the God of Destruction, who opposed God King Tang, also have the Seven Deadly Sins Gods backing him?

It could only be said that, in the struggle between those in power within the God Realm, Rakshasa God Bibi Dong had ultimately borne everything alone. A woman toyed with by the powerful and feared by secular imperial power and aristocrats had become a sacrifice of history.

Bibi Dong and Huo Yuhao from his previous life had one thing in common. They both lamented the injustices of the world, and both had lost what they treasured most.

Even the chance to seize a body and be reborn was right before her, and it had shown her the future—a future that left her even more despairing—

The Douluo Continent would ultimately become the Tang Family Continent. Tang Buddha's family would have six God Kings, while his Cosmic Enforcement Dragon God grandson would be invincible above and below heaven. Under his Tang Sect's command were planet-destroying cosmic warships, each shot capable of killing a First-Rank God like her.

What could she use to withstand that? Did she think she could withstand it? No. She couldn't.

Put yourself in her shoes. If any modern person transmigrated into Bibi Dong, was manipulated by her teacher's illusion from start to finish, forced away from her boyfriend, and then violated by that teacher—then, after she finally regained her freedom, that useless boyfriend, who had likewise been manipulated by the teacher, immediately fell for someone else and got together with her cousin. Later, for his disciple's sake, he shamelessly asked her about cultivating Twin Martial Souls. When he failed to get an answer, he had the disciple he raised kill her. The empire she had painstakingly built was actually just a coming-of-age gift her cheap father-in-law had prepared for his own direct descendants.

If someone as extreme as Huo Yuhao had been in her place, he would not have merely taken revenge on the entire continent. Given the chance, he would have blown up the God Realm where those god-beasts who played favorites lived as well.

Compared with Huo Yuhao, a modern man, Bibi Dong might not have been as willful and reckless in her values.

What was even more tragic was that the postscript confirmed that even Bibi Dong's sweet romance had originated from one of Qian Xunji's illusions.

In Huo Yuhao's eyes, Bibi Dong's only mistake was being too weak and helpless, leaving her at the mercy of that beast of a teacher. That illusory, beautiful romance had all been created by Qian Xunji through illusions.

"Why can't I speak? I'll say it if I want to! Now that you've seen my memories, how are you any different from me? Since when have those with power and influence ever regarded people like us, the weak and powerless, as worth anything? They took away what we cherished most, toyed with our wills, destroyed our bodies..."

Huo Yuhao was nearly venting all the resentment from his previous life. They were both fallen people at the ends of the world. Before him was no longer the lofty Rakshasa God, and he was no longer some insignificant Holy Son. There were only two pitiful souls sharing the same misery.

"I can't go back anymore. I've felt the pain of loss, and because I've felt that pain, I can understand how you feel." Huo Yuhao shut his eyes in agony and roared. When he opened them again, his pupils had become awakened ripple patterns. He grabbed Bibi Dong's delicate shoulders. "We have suffered similar things. I can no longer save her or win her back, but at least in this life, now that I've met you, I think I can still try to do something!"

"If heaven presses down on me, then I'll destroy heaven! If the gods seek to destroy me, then I'll bring twilight upon the Gods!"

Meeting Huo Yuhao's bloodshot, furious gaze, a strange light appeared in Bibi Dong's helplessly beautiful eyes. She snapped irritably, "Ant, with your current strength? If you could bring over the thing from that world called nuclear weapons, perhaps you could pose some threat to the God Realm..."

"I have my own methods! I'll use my one and only advantage—the perspective of a prophet—to secure every resource I can use!" Huo Yuhao stared into Bibi Dong's eyes. His furious yet utterly confident expression somehow made her heart settle considerably.

Bringing nuclear weapons here was naturally impossible. Leaving aside the fact that an ordinary person like him could never get access to such technological products, the creation of weapons capable of threatening gods would inevitably alert those sharp-sensed people in the God Realm. If things went badly, God King Tang's divine sense would descend directly, and even Huo Yuhao's ashes would be scattered.

From his godlike perspective, Huo Yuhao knew that even Tang San, who had reached the realm of a supreme God King in the Douluo Series, was not absolutely invincible. In the later storyline, beings stronger than him existed. As long as he found a way to make those resources his own...

Seeing Huo Yuhao's confident expression, Bibi Dong silently pulled the Rakshasa Demon Scythe from his body. It was not the physical body of a divine artifact, merely an attack condensed from her divine consciousness.

"Your Majesty, do you believe me?" Huo Yuhao endured the intense pain and straightened himself. Looking at Bibi Dong, who sat silently on the ground, he asked softly.

Bibi Dong had returned to the noble, peerlessly beautiful appearance from the original work. Huo Yuhao had thought Zhongli Yu was already breathtakingly beautiful, but he had not expected there to be a woman even more beautiful than her. That graceful and regal bearing alone was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Looking at Huo Yuhao's solemn expression, Bibi Dong suddenly laughed. Her smile was breathtakingly beautiful, and even Huo Yuhao, who had only just calmed down from his fury, could not help staring blankly.

"Believe you? You old bastard, you're rotten to the core..."

Huo Yuhao had finally earned the right to speak with Bibi Dong. In the inheritance space, he spoke with her at length and learned many things that had never been described in the original work.

Ten thousand years ago, in the battle that shocked the continent—the Dual Gods Battle Dual Gods—the Spirit Hall Empire led by Rakshasa God Bibi Dong and Angel God Qian Renxue was ultimately defeated. Tang San, who had received the favoritism of the previous Asura God, was glorified as the continent's savior and revered as a legend by the nobles of every empire.

The defeated Spirit Hall Empire collapsed completely. The Titled Douluo-level enshrined elders were all executed by Tang San, under the grand excuse that weeds must be uprooted lest they grow again in spring. Spirit Hall's accumulations over countless years were plundered by the various empires, while some of its most precious treasures were claimed by Shrek Academy.

Angel God Qian Renxue's god core shattered, causing her strength to plummet. She would never again be able to enter the realm of Titled Douluo in her life. Yet Tang San understood that someone who had once ascended to godhood, even after losing their godhood, could not possibly be weaker than a Titled Douluo. With a full set of one-hundred-thousand-year inherited soul bones and the divine artifact Angel Holy Sword, it would be a miracle if even a Limit Douluo could defeat her. Although he had promised Bibi Dong to spare Qian Renxue, Tang San ultimately suppressed her on Sea God Island, setting layer upon layer of seals to absorb her remaining Angel God power. He even used the Immortal Spirit Qi of the God Realm to nourish her body, making death impossible for her and denying her release for eternity.

Bibi Dong's fate was even more miserable. After her fall, not only was she described by Tang Sect descendants as a female demon who had brought disaster upon the world, leaving behind an eternal infamy, but her Rakshasa Godhood was stripped away by the God Realm. Her soul could not be drawn back to the God Realm for reincarnation and could only remain forever within the Rakshasa God inheritance, waiting in the dark underground for Evil Soul Masters to consume her remaining divine power until her soul finally scattered.

What left Bibi Dong most despairing was her former beloved, the Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang. So that he would no longer drown in grief, his beloved disciple Tang San erased every memory of her from Yu Xiaogang's mind, allowing him to spend the rest of his life happily in the tender embrace of her cousin—

In the end, Shrek relied on the legacy left behind by Spirit Hall to become the continent's number one academy, commanding countless Titled Douluo and receiving the reverence of every nation on the continent. Sea God Tang San's legend remained, continuously gaining the power of faith from all living beings over ten thousand years. Combined with what he harvested by exploiting the former Angel God Qian Renxue, he became a supreme God King in a short time.

Bang!

"This Tang San truly is a beast..." Huo Yuhao sighed softly and viciously punched the air, as if venting his helplessness and weakness.

"This is everything that has remained unknown for the past ten thousand years." Bibi Dong gave a miserable smile, one filled with unwillingness and the dejection of a loser. She knew that even if she recovered her peak strength now, she would be no match for God King Tang. After all, she and Qian Renxue had already suffered a crushing defeat ten thousand years ago.

Certainly, Huo Yuhao, having received a modern education, could accept the law of the jungle in a fantasy world, but he could never approve of a hypocrite's vile deeds of seeking fame and reputation.

"I'll prove it to you. I was going to break the shackles of fate imposed on this character anyway." Huo Yuhao turned back to face the desolate Bibi Dong and made a solemn promise.

"You really intend to deal with him? To deal with Tang San, who has already become a god and even a supreme God King?" Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes were already filled with tears. There was even a trace of hope in the way she looked at Huo Yuhao. "But he is your future father-in-law. You could even follow the original path, become a highly valued son-in-law, and achieve great things in the future..."

"No. This isn't only for you and the continent. It's also redemption for my previous life. I absolutely refuse to become a loyal dog of the Tang family!" Huo Yuhao stared fiercely at his palm, then slowly clenched it into a fist. Finally, he raised his head to look in a certain direction, his expression turning resolute. "Even if I fail, I'll have no regrets!"

"Tang San, you have chosen death!"

"Pfft!"

Hearing the line Tang San had used against his enemies so many times, Bibi Dong finally could not hold back her stunning smile.

"Fine. Take me with you." Bibi Dong returned to her usual aloof and elegant demeanor and suddenly spoke.

"What?" Huo Yuhao did not react at first and turned back in astonishment.

"I said, take me away from here. There is a faint blessing of fortune on you. You little fellow might actually succeed." In a flash, Bibi Dong appeared at Huo Yuhao's side, wrapped an arm around his small shoulders, and said with a smile.

"A blessing of fortune? What's that?" This time, Huo Yuhao was the confused one.

"Perhaps it's because you transmigrated into the Douluo World," Bibi Dong explained blandly. "The original owner of the body you possess should have been the Son of Fortune of the continent. But because the soul and body do not match, the blessing of fortune on you has become faint."

Huo Yuhao could roughly guess what a Son of Fortune meant, but he was not the original Huo Yuhao after all. He had no idea what to do about this blessing of fortune.

"Then what should I do?"

Bibi Dong suddenly smiled. "Do you know who the Son of Fortune of the Douluo Continent was ten thousand years ago?"

Huo Yuhao was instantly shocked beyond measure and stammered, "Your Majesty, could it be that you were..."

"That's right." Bibi Dong nodded lightly. "Tang San was merely a transmigrator, so naturally he could not have been the Son of Fortune. It was simply that the Douluo Plane's blessing meant little before gods. No matter how immense the fortune I bore, it could not compare to the Gods backing him from behind."

"Next, this strand of divine consciousness will leave this place with you and help you gather the blessing of fortune again."

"This last remaining strand of your divine consciousness can leave the Rakshasa Divine Statue?" Huo Yuhao was stunned. That was possible?

"Yes, but it can only leave once. Without this strand of divine consciousness, the statue will ultimately become nothing more than an ordinary stone statue." Bibi Dong smiled. "And this strand of my divine consciousness can only reside in your Sea of Spirit."

"You could say that I'm betting everything on you, little fellow. If you die before you can achieve anything, then I can only vanish with you."

As she said this, she seemed to become the empress of ten thousand years ago once more, possessed of extraordinary courage and methods, decisive in action and never dragging her feet.

The image Bibi Dong displayed at that moment became the most unforgettable sight in Huo Yuhao's life.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

This heavily expands upon the original work. Tang San fans, please leave. Also, the author would like to ask those readers who criticize Bibi Dong for being love-brained or insane: have you read the side story Sanshui released in 2023? On the Douluo Continent, could any exceptionally gifted girl possibly fall in love with trash like Yu Xiaogang? The side story states that everything from their meeting and falling in love, to their separation and that trash falling for her cousin, was deliberately arranged by Qian Xunji and brought about through illusions. Bibi Dong's final revenge was simply as extreme as this book's male lead.

The most frustrating thing for us fanfiction writers is the original author's own settings. Years ago, everyone cursed Bibi Dong together, but now he pulls something like this. Most fanfiction characterizations are based on the original work's settings.

The Bibi Dong side story is on Tieba. Go find it yourself. Those saying the author's attempt to whitewash her is disgusting should first go let Sanshui disgust your childhood. I didn't whitewash her—the original author did!