Bibi Dong's already deathly pale, beautiful face gradually grew even whiter. She even wished that the memories of Huo Yuhao she was seeing were fake.
"Just like Tang San, we are both transmigrators. It's just that he came from a sect in a feudal era, while I am an intellectual from a millennium later with a slight understanding of science," Huo Yuhao said, ignoring the massive blood loss from the Rakshasa Scythe, patiently explaining to Bibi Dong.
"Boy, don't get any funny ideas. If I possess you, all the memories and knowledge you have will be mine to use," Bibi Dong's face was incredibly ugly. She glared at Huo Yuhao with unwilling resentment and hissed.
"If that happens, my memory lock will erase some key information. And then what? Are you willing to be killed once again by a Tang San who has grown even stronger through cultivation in the God Realm?" Huo Yuhao, unwilling to lose the initiative in the conversation, forced himself to stay conscious and roared back.
"You're merely a first-level god. Can you fight against the several great God-Kings in the God Realm? On this Douluo plane where history is written by the victors, which power is willing to help you? Not to mention, Tang Hao is in the process of transforming into the planar lord of the Douluo plane. Will he let you recover to your peak?"
"Don't be stupid! No matter how angry you are, how much you hate this world, you can't change anything, because there is no one behind you!"
"Do you think a mere Holy Ghost Cult can support you against the entire Douluo continent? Do you think that you, at your peak, can fight against the Shrek Seven Devils who have all ascended?"
With every one of Huo Yuhao's resounding questions, Bibi Dong's cold and ferocious face gradually became more and more twisted, and the sickly green lines on her face slowly deepened.
"Shut up! Don't you dare try to bewitch me! All those memories of yours are fake!" Bibi Dong bit her silver teeth and cried out unwillingly, "Fake!"
"You clearly know it's all real! What are you afraid of? Why don't you dare to admit it? Why don't you dare to face it?"
With the scythe still piercing his chest, Huo Yuhao forced himself, step by step, to push Bibi Dong back several meters. "At worst, I'll just die. Big deal, I'll just transmigrate again. And you, you can continue to drown here, clinging to your obsession!"
"You don't have to say anymore, I don't believe you..." Bibi Dong no longer had her previous dominance. Huo Yuhao's words, delivered with the insight of a god's-eye view, were like a sharp sword, stabbing straight into her heart.
A dignified Rakshasa God, now reduced to a single wisp of divine sense, forced to hide underground for ten thousand years waiting for an inheritor. What kind of sorrow and desolation was this?
Is the Rakshasa God not a god? Should the God Realm that governs the continent not have a god of evil? One cannot generalize and say that all the gods of the God Realm couldn't tolerate a Rakshasa God. Didn't the God of Destruction, who couldn't stand the Tang God-King, have the seven great original sin gods backing him?
One can only say that the dispute among the powerful figures of the God Realm was ultimately borne by the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong alone. A woman toyed with by the powerful and feared by the secular imperial nobility, she became a victim of history.
Bibi Dong and the Huo Yuhao from his previous life were very similar in one point. They both lamented the injustice of the world, and both had lost the most precious thing to them.
Even now, with the chance for possession and rebirth right before her eyes, she was shown the future, a future that made her even more desperate—
The Douluo Continent ultimately became the Tang family's continent. The Tang Buddha's family had six God-Kings, and his Dragon God grandson, recognized by the laws of the universe, was invincible in heaven and on earth. The Tang Sect under his command possessed star-destroying cosmic battleships, capable of killing a first-level god like her with a single shot.
What could she use to fight back? Did she think she could? No, she couldn't.
Putting oneself in her shoes, if any modern person transmigrated as Bibi Dong—being completely manipulated by her teacher through illusions, forced to stay away from her boyfriend, and even being assaulted by him; after finally regaining her freedom, her waste of a boyfriend, who was also manipulated by the teacher, immediately falls for someone else and gets together with her cousin; later, for the sake of his disciple, he shamelessly asks her about the cultivation of twin martial souls, and after not getting an answer, has his disciple kill her; the empire she worked so hard to build was actually just a coming-of-age gift prepared by her cheap father-in-law for his direct descendant...
If it were a modern person with an extreme personality like Huo Yuhao, they wouldn't just take revenge on the entire continent. If possible, they would blow up the God Realm where that group of biased divine beasts resided.
Compared to Huo Yuhao, a modern person, Bibi Dong's values might not have been as willful and reckless.
And what was even more tragic was that in the afterword, it was confirmed that Bibi Dong's sweet love affair was all due to an illusion created by Qian Xunji.
In Huo Yuhao's eyes, Bibi Dong's only fault was that she was too weak, too helpless, and could only be toyed with by her beast of a teacher. That illusory, beautiful love affair was single-handedly created by Qian Xunji using illusions.
"Why can't I say it? I insist on saying it! Since you have already seen my memories, how are you any different from me? When have the powerful and influential ever cared about us, the weak? They take away what we cherish most, toy with our will, and destroy our bodies..."
Huo Yuhao was on the verge of venting all the resentment from his previous life. They were both fallen souls in this world. The one before him was no longer the high and mighty Rakshasa God, and he was no longer a mere Holy Son. Here, there were only two pitiful people who shared the same illness.
"I can't go back anymore. I have felt the pain of loss. And precisely because I have felt that pain, I can empathize with you," Huo Yuhao closed his eyes in pain and roared. When he opened them again, his pupils had already transformed into the awakened ripple pattern. He grabbed Bibi Dong's fragrant shoulders. "We have had similar experiences. I can no longer save or bring her back, but at least in this life, having met you, I feel I can still try to do something!"
"If the heavens want to crush me, then I shall shatter these heavens! If the gods want to destroy me, then I shall bring about the twilight of the gods!"
Meeting Huo Yuhao's blood-red, angry eyes, a strange color appeared in Bibi Dong's helpless, beautiful eyes. She retorted irritably, "Ant, just with you as you are now? If you could bring that thing called a nuclear weapon from your world, maybe you could pose a certain threat to the God Realm..."
"I have my own ways! I will use my only advantage, the perspective of a prophet, to seize all available resources!" Huo Yuhao stared into Bibi Dong's eyes, his expression full of anger yet also bursting with confidence, which made her heart inexplicably calm down a lot.
Bringing a nuclear weapon over was naturally impossible. Not to mention that he, an ordinary person, would have no access to such a technological product, the manufacturing of a weapon that could threaten a god would inevitably be detected by those with keen senses in the God Realm. If things went wrong, the Tang God-King's divine sense could descend directly and scatter his ashes.
From his god's-eye view, Huo Yuhao knew that even the Supreme God-King Tang San was not absolutely invincible in the Douluo series. In the subsequent scripts, there were existences that surpassed him. As long as he could find a way to take those resources for his own use...
Seeing Huo Yuhao's confident appearance, Bibi Dong silently pulled out the Rakshasa Scythe that had pierced him. It was not the physical body of the divine weapon, but merely an attack method condensed from her divine sense.
"Your Holiness, do you believe me?" Huo Yuhao stood up straight, enduring the severe pain, and looked at Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the ground in silence, asking softly.
Bibi Dong had returned to her original noble and beautiful appearance. Huo Yuhao had originally thought that Zhongli Yu was already peerlessly beautiful, but he never expected there to be a woman even more beautiful than her. Just that graceful and noble temperament alone was something no ordinary person could compare to.
Looking at the serious Huo Yuhao, Bibi Dong suddenly smiled. Her smile was breathtakingly beautiful. Even Huo Yuhao, who had just turned from indignation to calmness, couldn't help but stare blankly.
"I believe you, you ghost. You're a very bad old man..."
...
Huo Yuhao finally gained the qualification to communicate with Bibi Dong. He talked with her for a long time in the inheritance space and learned many things that were never described in the original novel.
Ten thousand years ago, in that battle that shocked the continent, two gods versus two gods, it ended with the defeat of the Spirit Empire, led by the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong and the Angel God Qian Renxue. Tang San, who had the biased help of the previous Asura God, was beautified as the savior of the continent and worshipped as a legend by the nobles of the various empires.
The defeated Spirit Empire collapsed, and all the Titled Douluo-level Tributes were executed by Tang San, under the beautiful-sounding pretext of: "If you don't cut the grass by the roots, it will grow again when the spring wind blows." And the years of accumulation of Spirit Hall were plundered by the various empires, with some of the most precious items being taken by Shrek Academy for its own.
The Angel God Qian Renxue's god-core was shattered, and her strength plummeted. She could never step into the Titled Douluo realm again in her life. But Tang San understood that a person who had once ascended to a god-seat, even if the seat was gone, could not be weaker than a Titled Douluo. After all, with a full set of hundred-thousand-year-old soul bones and the divine weapon, the Angelic Sacred Sword, it would be a miracle if a Limit Douluo could defeat her. Although he had promised Bibi Dong to spare Qian Renxue, in the end, Qian Renxue was still suppressed by Tang San on Sea God Island. He set up numerous seals to absorb her residual Angelic divine power and nourished her physical body with the immortal spiritual qi of the God Realm, making it impossible for her to even seek death, to never be liberated for all eternity.
And Bibi Dong's fate was even more tragic. After her fall, not only was she described by the descendants of the Tang Sect as a female demon who brought disaster to the world, leaving behind an eternal bad name, but her Rakshasa God-seat was also stripped by the God Realm. Her soul could not be drawn back to the God Realm for reincarnation and could only remain forever in the Rakshasa God's inheritance, waiting in the dark underground for evil soul masters to devour her residual divine power, until her godhood and soul completely dissipated.
What made Bibi Dong most desperate was her former love, the great master Yu Xiaogang. In order not to let him remain immersed in grief, his beloved disciple Tang San took action and erased all memories of her from Yu Xiaogang's mind. He lived out the rest of his life happily in the gentle embrace of his cousin—
In the end, Shrek became the number one academy on the continent with the legacy left by Spirit Hall, possessing countless Titled Douluo and being revered by all the countries on the continent. The Sea God Tang San left behind a legend, continuously gaining the faith of all living beings for ten thousand years. Coupled with the harvest from exploiting the original Angel God Qian Renxue, he became a Supreme God-King in a short period of time.
Clang!
"This Tang San is truly a beast..." Huo Yuhao sighed softly and slammed his fist into the air, as if venting his own powerlessness and weakness.
"This is the complete, unknown history of the past ten thousand years," Bibi Dong said with a bitter smile, a smile that held the unwillingness and dejection of a loser. She also knew that even if she recovered to her peak now, she would be no match for the Tang God-King. After all, she and Qian Renxue had been completely defeated ten thousand years ago.
Admittedly, Huo Yuhao, who had received a modern education, could accept the law of the jungle in a fantasy world, but he could never agree with the despicable act of a hypocrite seeking fame and honor.
"I will prove it to you. My original goal was to break the shackles of fate of my character," Huo Yuhao turned his head and, facing the desolate-looking Bibi Dong, made a solemn promise.
"You really plan to go against him? Against a Tang San who has already become a god, even a Supreme God-King?" Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes were already filled with tears, and her gaze towards Huo Yuhao even carried a trace of hope. "He is your future father-in-law. You could even follow the original path, be a highly valued son-in-law, and in the future achieve..."
"No! I'm not just doing this for you and the continent, but also for my own redemption from my previous life. And I absolutely do not want to become a loyal dog of his Tang family!" Huo Yuhao stared fiercely at his own 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 will have no regrets!"
"Tang San, you have already chosen the path to death!"
"Pfft!"
Hearing this line that Tang San had used many times against his enemies, Bibi Dong finally couldn't help but reveal a stunning smile.
"So be it. Take me with you," Bibi Dong returned to her original cold, aloof, and elegant appearance and suddenly said.
"What?" Huo Yuhao didn't react for a moment and turned his head back in astonishment.
"I said, take me away from here. You have a weak blessing of fortune on you. You, little one, might actually succeed," Bibi Dong flashed to Huo Yuhao's side, put an arm around his small shoulders, and said with a grin.
"A blessing of fortune? What's that?" This time it was Huo Yuhao's turn to be confused.
"Perhaps it's because you transmigrated to the Douluo world," Bibi Dong explained faintly. "The original owner you possessed should be the Son of Fortune of the continent, but because the soul and the body do not match, the blessing of fortune on you has become weak."
Huo Yuhao could roughly guess what the Son of Fortune meant, but he was not the original Huo Yuhao after all, and he wasn't sure what to do with this blessing of fortune.
"Then what should I do?"
Bibi Dong suddenly smiled. "Don't you know who the Son of Fortune of the Douluo Continent was ten thousand years ago?"
Huo Yuhao was instantly shocked beyond words and stammered, "Your Holiness, could it be that you are..."
"That's right," Bibi Dong nodded gently at him. "Tang San is merely a transmigrator, so he naturally cannot be the Son of Fortune. It's just that the blessing of the Douluo plane doesn't mean much in front of a god. No matter how strong the fortune I shouldered was, it couldn't compare to the gods helping him in the background."
"Next, this wisp of my divine sense will follow you and leave this place, helping you re-gather the blessing of fortune."
"This wisp of your divine sense can leave the Rakshasa God statue?" Huo Yuhao was shocked. There was such a move?
"Yes, but it can only leave once. The statue that has lost this wisp of my divine sense will eventually become an ordinary stone statue," Bibi Dong smiled. "And this wisp of my divine sense can only reside in your spiritual sea."
"You could say, I have decided to bet everything on you, little one. If you die before your mission is accomplished, I can only dissipate along with you."
Speaking of this, she seemed to have returned to the empress from ten thousand years ago, possessing extraordinary courage and skill, acting decisively without any hesitation.
The appearance Bibi Dong showed at this moment became Huo Yuhao's most unforgettable scene.
"Your Holiness is wise!"