Rakshasa Nine Trials

For as long as anyone could remember, Spirit Hall and Slaughter City had maintained a delicate understanding, each keeping out of the other's affairs.

Spirit Hall was responsible for capturing every fallen one who committed evil across the continent and escorting them to Slaughter City to serve as nourishment.

As the fallen ones in Slaughter City put it, everyone there was a real talent, and they spoke so pleasantly. They absolutely loved it there.

Slaughter City, meanwhile, served as a natural prison for Spirit Hall, confining those desperate madmen. Each side got what it needed, and the understanding had held for years.

Faced with the King of Slaughter's taunting, Qian Xunji remained expressionless. He stepped past the King of Slaughter and walked straight ahead.

In his previous life, Qian Xunji had long since located the entrance to the Rakshasa God Secret Realm so he could scheme against Bibi Dong.

As for why he, the Pope of Spirit Hall in his previous life, had known where the Rakshasa God's inheritance site was?

Don't ask. If you did, it was because when he added sugar, he accidentally used more than two spoonfuls, but fewer than four.

Seeing the direction Qian Xunji was heading, the smile on the King of Slaughter's face stiffened slightly.

"Hmm? Could he be heading for Lady Rakshasa God's inheritance secret realm?"

The King of Slaughter's expression shifted uncertainly. Spirit Hall had always worshipped the sacred Angel God.

Yet a descendant of the Angel God was willingly plunging into the Rakshasa Secret Realm. Was he courting death?

He prudently stopped in his tracks, with no intention whatsoever of going forward to stop him.

Since the other party was determined to court death, why should he meddle?

Given Qian Xunji's identity, once he entered the Rakshasa Secret Realm, the Rakshasa God would probably notice him before long and kick him to death.

Besides, throughout Slaughter City, no one except a god of slaughter could unleash any Soul Skills. Forcing his way in without being able to use them was no different from courting death.

Qian Xunji stopped before a door glowing with an eerie purple light.

The next moment, he released his Martial Soul. Six wings black as ink slowly spread behind him, and an aura of Ultimate Darkness surged around his body.

Behind him, the King of Slaughter rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"What the hell? The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul... why is black Qi pouring out of it nonstop?"

The Divine Realm.

"Hmm? Someone has actually stirred my inheritance..."

The Rakshasa God stirred her divine sense and directed her perception into the lower realm through the inheritance site.

When she saw the figure's Martial Soul clearly, her expression darkened slightly, and she said with a hint of chill:

"A descendant of that bitch, the Angel God? He actually dares to swagger into my inheritance site, and it looks like he even intends to lay his hands on my godhood?"

"Yare yare... he really does have a way of courting death."

A cold light flashed in the Rakshasa God's eyes. She was about to obliterate Qian Xunji, but stopped.

"Wait... what's going on with this brat's Martial Soul? How did it get so damn black?"

The Rakshasa God frowned slightly, her expression turning distinctly strange.

She recognized the Ultimate Darkness attribute. It happened to be an attribute perfectly suited to bearing the Rakshasa Godhood.

The pillar of light for Qian Xunji's Divine Trial broke through to the Top-Tier Eight Trials in the blink of an eye, but then hung there, neither rising nor falling.

It wasn't that Qian Xunji lacked talent.

He possessed the Angel God bloodline's Innate Full Soul Power, more than ten levels above that of ordinary people, as well as a God Level Martial Soul. With the Ultimate Darkness attribute added to the mix, he had more than enough to reach the Nine Trials.

What truly held him back was the Rakshasa God's own hesitation.

To be fair, the man before her was exceptionally gifted, an outstanding prospect one in ten thousand.

But he just had to be a descendant of that bitch, the Angel God.

She recalled how the Angel God used to go around shouting about judgment, and how she, the Rakshasa God, had borne the brunt of it, especially when the Angel God was working for the God of Destruction.

The two had opposed each other at every turn, like natural enemies. Later, the God of Destruction had declared that as long as they didn't fight while working, they could do as they pleased.

The Rakshasa God felt a surge of irritation whenever she remembered it. Fortunately, the Angel God had died long ago.

The last time they encountered another Divine Realm, that bitch had charged out in front, shouting something about justice, punishment, and judgment. She ended up venturing deep behind enemy lines and dying on the spot.

But for gods, their godhood was bound to the Divine Realm. As long as their divine souls endured, they had a chance to revive. Yet she had fallen completely and utterly, just like that.

The Rakshasa God knew a little of the truth. The Sea God must have had a hand in it.

Just look at that fellow who held authority over the ocean. All the divine skills he threw out were things like Sea God's Light, Sun of the Sea, and Sea God's Twilight.

Where's your ocean? Where did it go? Couldn't you at least put on an act?

But on second thought, a more pressing anxiety quickly overwhelmed her personal grudge.

The Rakshasa God rubbed her aching temples, her heart full of apprehension.

She and the Angel God countered each other: whoever was stronger could suppress the other. But the Asura God was different. He was her natural nemesis, so while he was at work...

She had secretly tampered with the person undergoing the Asura God Trial and successfully ruined the Asura God's seedling.

But she had never expected that, from that day on, the Asura God would fire several Asura Judgments across the distance at her temple almost every day.

She lived in fear every day, her temple rocking all over from the bombardment. She was genuinely afraid that one day the Asura God's hand would slip and send her straight to meet her great-grandmother. She truly couldn't go on living like this.

Although she was the God of Evil Thoughts and was on bad terms with almost every other god, the God of Destruction hadn't made her work for long stretches.

But she still had to work for the God of Destruction. After getting off work, she didn't dare linger even for a moment, afraid she might drop dead on the way.

She urgently needed to find an heir who could take over, so she could get rid of the Rakshasa Godhood as soon as possible and run away.

At present, this brat was the only one who could inherit her godhood. She had no room to be picky.

As she pondered, an amused smile suddenly curled the corners of the Rakshasa God's lips.

To have that bitch the Angel God's descendant turn around and fall into her arms, inheriting her godhood...

Wasn't that a kind of netorare?

The Rakshasa God hesitated no longer and sent down a stream of divine power. Purple-black divine power filled with boundless malice, bloodlust, madness, and destruction poured down, swallowing Qian Xunji whole.

If he could withstand such a test, the Rakshasa God felt there was no harm in granting him the Nine Trials.

The negative corrosion contained in this test was enough to shake the will of any Titled Douluo.

Waves of evil surged and battered him, recklessly eroding his mental defenses, while chaotic, clamorous negative whispers relentlessly assaulted his sea of consciousness.

Qian Xunji's body trembled, but deep in his eyes there was only a trace of almost obsessive determination.

He was a madman who had been willing to stake everything to become a god and could still laugh as he lay dying. When it came to stubbornness and madness, when had he ever lost to anyone?

Compared with the future destruction of Spirit Hall and the end of the Six-Winged Angel, this little bit of evil thought couldn't shake him at all.

"Hold... on!"

Qian Xunji roared in a low voice. The black wings behind him snapped shut, forcibly holding back the onslaught of the raging tide of evil thoughts.

The eerie light faded.

An illusory figure quietly descended above the secret realm.

The Rakshasa God scrutinized Qian Xunji before her and spoke calmly:

"As a descendant of the Angel God, you don't carry on her convictions, but covet my godhood instead. Are you courting death?"

Qian Xunji sneered, his eyes filled with resolve:

"If I were afraid of death, I would never have set foot here today."

"I have worshipped the Angel God since I was a child, but when has she ever spared me so much as a glance?"

"Since she has shown me no kindness, why should I, Qian Xunji, cling to faith in the angel and spin a cocoon to bind myself? I abandoned my faith in her long ago."

The Rakshasa God was secretly delighted to hear it, but she continued to sneer as she said:

"Since you keep claiming you've betrayed her, show me your resolve here and now."

Qian Xunji was taken aback.

Sincerity? How am I supposed to prove that?

He suddenly recalled what Gu Yue had told him earlier: Rakshasa was the opposite of an angel. As long as he could make her happy, things would go much more smoothly.

Qian Xunji thought it over, then promptly pointed at the heavens and unleashed a torrent of colorful language, cursing the Angel God's hypocrisy, incompetence, selfishness, and cold-bloodedness from beginning to end.

His words were so scathing that even the Rakshasa God, the God of Evil Thoughts, felt Qian Xunji was going too far.

Not only that, Qian Xunji decisively raised his right hand, pointed to the heavens, and swore an oath:

"I, Qian Xunji, swear here today in the Angel God's name! If I ever harbor the slightest disloyalty toward the Rakshasa God, may the Angel God's divinity shatter and her divine soul sink forever, never to be reborn."

The Rakshasa God froze on the spot.

Good grief...

He didn't even worship the Angel God anymore, yet he swore an oath on her name. Either way, he wouldn't be the one to die. This fellow really was just spouting whatever came to mind.

"Hahahahaha! Good! What a fine, outrageously rebellious descendant of the Angel God!"

The Rakshasa God couldn't help laughing aloud, plainly amused by the unfilial descendant's maneuver.

Such a completely unscrupulous approach made him a top-grade prospect tailor-made for the Rakshasa Godhood.

The light of the Divine Trial, which had stalled, suddenly broke through the barrier, and the radiance of the Rakshasa Nine Trials fell upon Qian Xunji.

The Rakshasa God's illusory figure slowly faded, leaving only a voice tinged with amusement echoing in his mind:

"Very well, Qian Xunji. I shall grant you the Rakshasa Nine Trials."

A mechanical voice followed:

"Rakshasa God Trial, First Trial: devour the body and soul of an inheritor of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul."

When Qian Xunji heard this, the black wings behind him drew in slightly.

In his previous life, he could more or less guess what Bibi Dong's First Trial had been. But the nature of this one was entirely different from hers. He knew full well that this was the pledge of allegiance the Rakshasa God had demanded from him.

And now, there was only one person in the world who possessed the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul...