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"Hahaha…"
Laughter suddenly echoed inside and outside Spirit City. As the eerie laughter spread, the entire sky darkened.
Even the sunlight seemed to be driven away. Originally, Spirit City exuded a divine aura due to the presence of Angelic God's power. Any soul master who stepped foot here would feel an overwhelming sense of serenity.
But now, that sacred presence had been entirely suppressed, confined to the Douluo Hall. A sinister atmosphere had settled over the city, sending chills down the spines of its inhabitants.
The citizens of Spirit City were struck with shock and fear at this abrupt change. Yet, more than that, a seed of darkness had been planted in their hearts. Should this seed take root and grow, it would twist their very nature—turning them into violent, ruthless, and bloodthirsty beings, devoid of mercy or compassion…
Becoming the very embodiment of evil.
And the source of this corruption was none other than the power of the Rakshasa God.
Above Spirit City, swirling streams of purple-black energy gathered into a vortex. From within, Bibi Dong, now fully ascended to godhood, emerged. She was clad in regal purple-black divine armor, the Rakshasa Scythe in her grasp.
Since becoming a god, Bibi Dong's strength had surged exponentially. But more than that, her heart had solidified with a singular purpose—
To destroy this filthy world.
She raised her voice, her words carrying a strange, mesmerizing force:
"Citizens of the Spirit Empire, I am your Empress, Bibi Dong. Today, I have ascended as a god! I shall lead the people of the Spirit Empire to overthrow the corrupt rule of the two great empires and create a future that belongs to soul masters—a future that belongs to us!"
Her words held a bewitching power. The citizens, already tainted by the Rakshasa's influence, responded with frenzied roars, venting their twisted emotions.
At that moment, Bibi Dong turned her gaze toward Douluo Hall. Disgust flickered in her eyes as she thought to herself:
Qian Daoliu, your son ruined me. Now, I will destroy your entire Angelic lineage. When I shatter the order of this world, when the continent is plunged into ultimate darkness—where rape, plunder, slaughter, and chaos become the norm—no one will believe in the Angelic God anymore. I will sever your lineage from its very foundation.
Gods were not truly immortal. Even if they perished, as long as faith in them endured, a new deity would eventually rise.
But Bibi Dong was determined—she wouldn't simply wipe out Qian Daoliu's family. She would erase the very existence of the Angelic God from the world.
Inside Douluo Hall
Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed as he surveyed Spirit City. Aside from Douluo Hall, the entire city had been swallowed by darkness. His voice was grave as he spoke:
"The darkness has arrived. Everything now rests on you, Xiaoxue. Douluo Hall is protected by the power of the Angelic God—Bibi Dong won't be able to enter just yet. We still have a chance. The Angelic lineage still has hope. A single ray of light within the darkness is enough to tear it apart. And you… you will defeat Bibi Dong and become the savior of this continent."
After speaking, Qian Daoliu turned with unwavering resolve. He had already made his decision—to sacrifice himself. Whether for his granddaughter or for the glory of the Angelic God, he had long placed his own life and death aside.
Though he had provided "minor" assistance during Qian Renxue's inheritance of the Angelic God's power, it was ultimately her own unwavering determination that allowed her to fully grasp its strength. With two hundred-thousand-year soul rings as her foundation, she had firmly established herself.
Of course, this alone was not enough to completely destroy Bibi Dong. However, Qian Daoliu had one final trump card—faith.
The Spirit Hall had been built under the glory of the Angelic God. Once the Angelic God reappeared, they would naturally reclaim their authority over the Hall.
Evil can never triumph over righteousness. With an immense source of faith to draw from, the Angelic God would wield the power to eradicate darkness and vanquish all evil.
Qian Daoliu's gaze burned with determination.
His granddaughter would become a hero—the goddess whom all would revere.
Meanwhile…
Back in the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong had removed her divine armor and once again donned her regal purple-gold gown. She exuded nobility, grace, and an imposing majesty.
Hu Liena trembled with excitement. Her prayers had been answered—her teacher had finally emerged from seclusion, and as a god, no less!
Overcome with emotion, she knelt respectfully.
"Teacher…"
As Bibi Dong looked at her disciple, the sharpness in her gaze softened into warmth. She smiled gently.
"Nana, there's no need for such formalities. While I was away, I trust no major disturbances befell the Spirit Empire? If everything is in place, I will soon launch a holy war against the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires. Tang Chen will no longer stand in my way—I will personally kill him!"
Perhaps, to everyone else, Bibi Dong was the untouchable Rakshasa God. But to Hu Liena, the disciple she had raised like a daughter, she still retained a final trace of warmth.
Hu Liena quickly straightened up and spoke urgently.
"Teacher, Tang Chen is already dead! It happened just recently. In fact, the entire Hao Tian Sect has been wiped out—it was done by Wang Li."
"Based on the reports, Wang Li possesses divine-level strength. He effortlessly slaughtered the five elders of the Hao Tian Sect. Even when Tang Chen appeared, he was slain head-on."
"This incident had a major impact on the morale of the Spirit Empire. Fortunately, you returned in time. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
"Hm?"
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed in confusion.
She had rushed to ascend precisely to counter the inheritor of the Asura God—Tang Chen.
And now, he was already dead?
After all her efforts to ascend to godhood, Bibi Dong finally emerged from seclusion—only to be met with shocking news from Hu Liena.
Tang Chen was dead.
And he had been killed by Wang Li.
Bibi Dong's expression grew solemn. No plan could ever account for every twist of fate. Tang Chen had risen to the ranks of a peerless Douluo through his own breakthroughs, later undergoing the Asura God's divine trials to become a demigod—a being infinitely close to true godhood.
For Wang Li to slay him outright proved one undeniable fact: Wang Li was a true god.
Bibi Dong dared not underestimate this unexpected adversary. This man was destined to become her greatest foe. Yet, despite the grim revelation, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of disbelief.
She had spent years scheming for her own godhood, ultimately sacrificing over ten thousand soul masters from the seven great sects that had sworn loyalty to her, all to pave her path to ascension.
And yet Wang Li?
He had already become a Titled Douluo at just twenty years old—an absurd achievement in itself—but in less than two years, he had somehow ascended from a mere Rank 91 Titled Douluo to a full-fledged god, powerful enough to kill Tang Chen in a direct confrontation.
This defied the very nature of soul masters.
Did he not have bottlenecks? Did he not need to accumulate soul power like everyone else? Even with divine trials aiding him, what kind of god could possibly grant such overwhelming power in so little time?
Suppressing her doubts, Bibi Dong's voice remained calm as she spoke:
"Nana, do not worry. I have inherited the power of a First-Class Deity—the Rakshasa God, one of the deities that governs slaughter. No matter how powerful Wang Li may be, he will never surpass me."
"From this moment on, I will reclaim full control over the Spirit Empire. Soon, we will face the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires in our final battle. Not even Wang Li can stand in the way of this grand unification!"
Bibi Dong's unshakable confidence reassured Hu Liena, who took a deep breath, steadied her heart, and once again bowed solemnly.
"Victory shall belong to Teacher! Victory shall belong to the Spirit Empire!"
With Bibi Dong's return, it took her less than a month to fully consolidate her rule over the Spirit Empire. Opposition was ruthlessly purged, and by the time she was done, there was not a single dissenting voice left within the empire. The entire nation stood in unwavering unity, brimming with unshakable morale and an insatiable thirst for war.
Finally, standing within the grand halls of Spirit City, Bibi Dong issued her divine decree.
She publicly declared the sins of the two great empires, listing over a hundred charges against them. Then, in the name of a god, she announced the commencement of a holy war against them both.
And so, war erupted.
Caught off guard, the two great empires scrambled to mount a defense. However, they had not been entirely unprepared.
Though the initial military clashes placed them at a clear disadvantage, they managed to avoid an immediate collapse—at least until Bibi Dong and the army of Titled Douluos under her command took the field.
But everyone knew the truth—the two empires were already doomed.
The Spirit Empire's soul masters were too numerous, too powerful, too disciplined. And most importantly, they had a god.
In the palace of Heaven Dou City, the newly crowned Emperor Xue Beng had only been on the throne for three months, and now he was already on the brink of ruin.
On the imperial court, his despair finally erupted into a frantic roar:
"Why is this happening?! What am I supposed to do?! Am I truly to watch my empire fall in mere months after ascending the throne? How can I face my ancestors? How can I face my late father?!"
His voice trembled with helplessness.
The ministers and generals before him remained silent.
It wasn't that they lacked loyalty to their emperor or their nation. It was simply that their enemy was too powerful.
They, too, had fallen into the depths of despair.
Seeing their collective silence, Xue Beng's eyes became hollow and lifeless. All hope seemed lost.
Then, his gaze landed on Ning Fengzhi.
Truthfully, Xue Beng had never liked him—after all, he had been the mentor of his late elder brother. But now, in this moment of desperation, Ning Fengzhi was his only lifeline.
With genuine sincerity, Xue Beng spoke:
"Master Ning, when my father was alive, he called you the pillar of this empire. Now, with the Spirit Empire's armies closing in, tell me—what should we do?"
Hearing these words, Ning Fengzhi could no longer remain silent.
He had to act.
Because once Spirit Empire reached Heaven Dou City, they wouldn't just stop at conquering the empire—they would exterminate the remnants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
They had to fight.
Ning Fengzhi spoke in a clear, authoritative tone:
"Your Majesty, the Spirit Empire's forces are essentially a patchwork of soldiers from various kingdoms and principalities. Their combat strength, though considerable, is ultimately limited by this lack of unity."
"While the Spirit Empire's soul masters are numerous and strong, if our soldiers fight with their lives on the line, it is not impossible to face them head-on."
"The key issue lies with Bibi Dong. She has declared war in the name of a god, which has not only boosted the morale of the Spirit Empire but also made her nearly invincible."
"To truly stand a chance against the Spirit Empire, we must first possess a power capable of contending with Bibi Dong. If Lord Blue Silver were to assist us, we might still have a chance."
Upon hearing this, Xue Beng's eyes lit up for a moment, but quickly dimmed, his expression turning bitter. He sighed and said,
"Master Ning, you know how difficult such matters are. Some of the late emperor's decisions are hard for me to overturn."
Ning Fengzhi's tone turned cold as he responded,
"Then, Your Majesty, you would rather watch the Heaven Dou Empire fall and allow yourself to be remembered as the last ruler of a doomed empire?"
Xue Beng was taken aback, a chill running through him at Ning Fengzhi's blunt words. After a moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and said,
"Fine. I will send someone to invite Lord Blue Silver to the palace to meet with me."
Ning Fengzhi's disappointment was evident, but he still pressed on:
"Your Majesty, in such critical times, it would show true sincerity if you personally went to ask. Only then would it be seen as genuine."
Xue Beng fell into silence, uneasy about the potential humiliation of his request. Despite everything, he was still the emperor of Heaven Dou, and if Wang Li refused him, his pride would be severely wounded.
After much internal conflict, the court remained silent for a long while before Xue Beng finally gave in, nodding reluctantly:
"I will go. For the sake of the Heaven Dou Empire, I will personally ask Lord Blue Silver for assistance."
Xue Beng hoped that Wang Li would grant him some measure of respect, given the lengths he was going to. However, the next day, when he visited in person, he received a devastating blow:
Wang Li was not there. He had already gone into seclusion. Furthermore, not only was Wang Li absent, but even Dugu Bo had also retreated into isolation.
Xue Beng was stunned, but he refused to give up. From that day on, he came to the palace every single day, hoping that Wang Li would eventually appear.
Dugu Bo's Breakthrough
Meanwhile, at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes, Dugu Bo, using the five powerful soul bones he had obtained, had managed to push his soul power to Rank 98.
With his poisonous aura and newfound power, Dugu Bo had become one of the most dangerous beings on the continent—he could not only bring death to his enemies but also make them wish they were dead.
However, this sudden breakthrough, facilitated by the soul bones, was still unstable. Dugu Bo continued to meditate and cultivate in isolation, hoping to solidify his newfound power and fully grasp the immense soul energy.
Meanwhile, Dugu Yan reached a crucial turning point in her own training. Her eighth soul ring came from the Ten Thousand Year Old Sky Azure Bull Python, a beast on par with a Super Douluo.
Though her soul power only reached Rank 86 after absorbing the soul ring and soul bones, she continued to make steady progress. After more than a year of relentless effort, she finally broke through to Rank 89.
However, she still faced a bottleneck—the final level before achieving the title of Titled Douluo. This was no easy hurdle to overcome.
At this point, Dugu Yan decided to take a different approach. Rather than obsessing over another breakthrough in soul power, she focused on condensing a soul pearl.
Every day, she practiced controlling the viscous, mercury-like soul power within her, forming spirals, compressing the energy day after day.
Eventually, her efforts paid off—she finally succeeded. The swirling soul power began to condense and solidify, eventually forming a perfect, jade-like soul pearl in her dantian.
At that moment, her liquid soul power transformed into solidified energy, enabling her to break through the barrier that had once trapped her at Rank 89.
This was the true advantage granted by her martial spirit—the Phosphor Dragon, an evolved form of the Phosphor Serpent. Upon reaching Rank 90, she had condensed a soul pearl, and this pearl also became the catalyst for her next breakthrough.
Dugu Yan's progress had been immense. With her soul poison reaching new heights and her previous potions finally expended, the Phosphor Dragon was evolving once again—this time into the form of the Phosphor Dragon Emperor.
The soul pearl she had formed could now be called a Dragon Pearl, the ultimate result of her poison skills, enhancing her toxic powers to an extraordinary degree.
Dugu Bo, who had cultivated up to Rank 97, had also purified his poisons to the extreme, but once Dugu Yan reached Rank 97, her poison powers would likely surpass his own.
Her fifth soul ring, representing her personal soul power, shimmered with red and black hues. Though it had not yet fully matured into the ninth soul ring, the new power was already taking shape, a profound and deadly manifestation.
As for Dugu Yan's ninth soul ring, Wang Li had already considered its potential in his plans.
Tomorrow, the solution to Dugu Yan's ninth soul ring would be revealed. If anyone has ideas for new skills for her, feel free to share—they could certainly help with some creative names. Every time I need a name, I always end up racking my brain for hours.
(End of chapter)