Hearing his granddaughter's question, Qian Daoliu's expression grew complicated. He remained silent for a long while before finally speaking.
"Bibi Dong cannot be killed. Nor can she be trounced."
His words did not directly answer her, but instead diverted. "In many matters and decisions, Bibi Dong is indeed radical, yet she has not truly been wrong. After all, she is the Pope of Spirit Hall. More importantly, within Spirit Hall, her influence already surpasses mine. Even her strength… is no longer beneath me."
"What?"
Qian Renxue's tears froze, her shock overwhelming. "That's… impossible!"
The legendary wielder of the Seraphim Martial Spirit, the former Arbiter Elder of Spirit Hall, now its Grand Priest—Qian Daoliu, was known to have reached the pinnacle of Rank 99 Limit Douluo.
How could Bibi Dong possibly rival him?
Qian Daoliu smiled faintly. "Xue'er, remember this: the world is one where the strong devour the weak. The stronger one's strength, the greater their voice. Even within Spirit Hall, this rule holds."
"Bibi Dong's strength already matches my own. And she is still so young. Perhaps… she truly has a chance to become the first in countless years to break through to a higher realm."
"With her at the helm, Spirit Hall will surely go further. What you should do is not oppose her, but support her. After all—she is your mother."
Step by step, Qian Renxue staggered backward. Her face drained of color, her whole body trembling as though turned to stone.
Though Qian Daoliu had not directly answered her question, his words all but confirmed the truth.
And worse—he was advising her to cast aside hatred and prejudice, to aid that woman instead…
His evaluation of Bibi Dong was so high that it shattered everything Qian Renxue had believed.
At the same time, she couldn't help but wonder—was Bibi Dong truly already this powerful? Was it all because of a god's inheritance?
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Qian Renxue forced calm into her voice. "Then tell me, has Bibi Dong received the inheritance of the Rakshasa God?"
Qian Daoliu's brows lifted in mild surprise. "And how did you come to know of this?"
He paused, then his gaze hardened as he solemnly warned: "Whether or not she has inherited a god's power is unimportant. What matters is whether she can wield it for Spirit Hall's sake. Do not let yourself be swayed by enemy whispers. If our strength fractures within, we will surely be destroyed."
Qian Renxue spoke bitterly, "So… what Chen Feng said was true?"
"Chen Feng?" Qian Daoliu frowned. "You mean that boy who killed Ghost Douluo?"
"Yes." Qian Renxue nodded, her voice firm. "And he's not even eighteen yet."
Qian Daoliu's pupils shrank sharply.
Under eighteen, yet capable of slaying a Titled Douluo… Such a feat had never been heard of in history. It was unprecedented.
"He's the one who told you of Bibi Dong and the Rakshasa God? Then… could it be—" Qian Daoliu's gaze shook violently.
Qian Renxue struggled to force the words out. "Yes. He, too, bears the inheritance of a god—the Asura God."
Qian Daoliu fell silent for a long time. Slowly, he turned, facing the towering golden Seraphim statue within the Elder Hall.
"Xue'er… do you wish to inherit a god's legacy as well?"
He turned back, as though making the most momentous decision of his life.
In that instant, golden light radiated from his body, his eyes blazing with divine brilliance. His figure seemed to glow, shedding ten years of age in a heartbeat.
Qian Renxue bit her lip, then nodded firmly. "Yes. I want to inherit a god's legacy. I want to become stronger. Grandfather, please… help me!"
"Very well." Qian Daoliu nodded.
Bathed in the golden radiance, his silhouette overlapped perfectly with the angelic statue behind him. In Qian Renxue's eyes, his back seemed infinitely vast and unshakable.
"As Arbiter Elder of Spirit Hall, Grand Priest of the Seraphim God, I ask you, Qian Renxue—are you willing to inherit the legacy of the Seraphim God?"
Qian Renxue dropped to her knees, pressing her forehead to the gleaming golden floor.
"Yes, Grand Priest. I am willing!"
When she raised her head, her tear-stained eyes now brimmed with unwavering resolve.
Meanwhile, in the Heaven Dou Empire—
Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Oscar had embarked on their journey across the seas, seeking the inheritance of the Sea God.
The once-renowned Shrek Seven Devils were reduced to three, yet in the future, perhaps these three would inherit the title of Shrek's new Golden Iron Triangle.
Chen Feng's six companions, along with his disciple Feng Tao, had all been granted examinations by the Asura God. Though not true divine trials, they could rapidly accelerate their cultivation.
Unlike the Sea God's trials, the Asura God's tests emphasized personal extremes. Thus, Oscar and Ning Rongrong had only been assigned three levels of the trial.
Fewer stages meant fewer rewards. And because they were auxiliary spirit masters, their trials were not easier—on the contrary, they were harder.
Still, Chen Feng did not worry about them. In the future, other gods would surely choose them.
Feng Tao, though of only average talent, had also been given a place in the trial—thanks to Chen Feng's recommendation. Now, only two stages remained. Moreover, with the Asura God's divine presence dwelling within him, Feng Tao could even converse with the god directly. Naturally, he enjoyed privileges beyond compare.
Under Feng Tao's efforts, the Feng Sword Sect had withstood Spirit Hall's pressure, choosing neutrality instead. This alone greatly pleased Chen Feng.
His disciple was not, after all, a thankless traitor.
To his surprise, Feng Tao turned out to be the youngest son of Feng Bailong—no wonder he could sway the entire Feng Sword Sect.
Ultimately, the Feng Sword Sect relocated entirely to Heaven Dou City, allying with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as neighbors.
The alliance's strength grew ever greater.
Now, almost everyone was biding their time, suppressing their strength while seeking rapid growth.
Because the situation was clear—war was inevitable, and time waited for no one.
At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Chen Feng felt the pressure mounting.
Simply among the godly inheritances, there were already four individuals—himself included. And he did not even know Spirit Hall's full situation yet. Had Qian Renxue broken with Bibi Dong?
If not, then in the final battle, he might face both mother and daughter—two gods at once.
Chen Feng did not fear battling two gods. What worried him was whether Tang San would betray them in the end.
After all, once Tang San inherited the Sea God's position, who could say if he would become entangled with the future Tang God-King?
It was uncertain.
Of course, the Tang God-King could never replicate what the first Asura God had done, sacrificing himself entirely. So he could not descend. That much, at least, was certain.
In the end, Chen Feng had to prepare himself for the possibility of facing two gods—or even three.
His next Asura Trial task was to slay the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King and to purify Tang Chen.
For that, he needed to push his spirit power to Rank 90 as quickly as possible. Only then would he have a chance at an earth-shaking battle against the Bat King.