As Huo Yuhao hesitated, Zhongli Yu, with whom he'd shared an intimate moment the night before, walked over. She gently straightened the collar of his shirt, her charming eyes gazing at him like silk threads. "Yuhao, if you can pass the Rakshasa God's inheritance, you will surely lead our Holy Ghost Cult to an insurmountable peak in the future. At that time, all the women on this continent will be yours for the picking."
As she drew closer, Huo Yuhao could smell that familiar and intoxicating fragrance.
"I would go through fire and water for the Saintess!"
"I, Huo Yuhao, will do my utmost to pass the Rakshasa inheritance and strengthen our Holy Ghost Cult. It is my bounden duty!" Huo Yuhao's expression turned serious, giving off the tragic air of a scholar willing to die for one who appreciates him. His resolute and formal demeanor left Zhongli Wu and the other elders stunned, all thinking the same thing in their hearts.
We get it now, you're just that kind of horny person, aren't you!
"Ahem." Having finally seen the boy's true character, Zhongli Wu was speechless, but at least he could use Zhongli Yu to tie down this promising fellow. He coughed twice and said, "This one will now take you to the place of inheritance. May the Holy Son achieve godhood in the future and bless our Holy Ghost Cult!"
Zhongli Wu supported Huo Yuhao with one hand and leaped into the abyss, disappearing from the sight of the remaining few. The several Holy Ghost Cult elders looked at each other, then turned their gazes to Zhongli Yu.
Did the Cult Master's granddaughter just feed that cheap Holy Son a love potion?
Being stared at by several elders, even with Zhongli Yu's open nature, she couldn't help but blush. Fortunately, everyone knew that the boy was still young, and even if she wanted to, she couldn't do much with him.
"..."
As Huo Yuhao and Zhongli Wu descended, the latter couldn't help but earnestly teach, "Yuhao, I know young people are full of vigor, but in the future, you must still exercise restraint in certain aspects. You must not let matters between men and women delay your cultivation."
"I understand, Grandpa Cult Master," Huo Yuhao replied with a serious face.
Grandpa? Zhongli Wu's mouth twitched, and his eyes went crooked. He almost couldn't resist giving Huo Yuhao a rap on the head. This kid really knew how to climb the ladder. He was no longer worried about whether his granddaughter could tie down this guy's heart; rather, he was worried about whether his granddaughter could handle him after he came of age.
Huo Yuhao, seeing that his lecherous persona had been successfully established, didn't overdo it. Next, he just needed to find an opportunity to escape this place fraught with crisis.
With his god's-eye view of the plot, as long as he wasn't noticed by the Tang God-King, he could move through the Douluo Continent like a fish in water.
After several minutes, the two finally reached the bottom of the abyss.
What came into view was an extremely wide altar. In the center of the altar stood a Rakshasa God statue that was about ten thousand zhang tall. Its upper body was hidden in the faint light of the illuminating soul tools, exuding a terrifying and eerie aura that sent chills down one's spine.
"This is... the Rakshasa God." Huo Yuhao swallowed hard. Even with the courage granted by his transmigrator's god's-eye view, at this moment, his scalp couldn't help but tingle.
Merely a stone statue, the terrifying aura it emitted was definitely not something an ordinary Titled Douluo could shake.
After several thousand years of crustal movement, this Rakshasa God statue had arrived here, bestowing a powerful inheritance upon the Holy Ghost Cult.
"Just one more step, and this one will be able to step into the Limit Douluo level and become the Great Worshipper of the Rakshasa God's inheritance," Zhongli Wu's deep voice sounded. "At that time, not even that group from Shrek will be able to do anything to our Holy Ghost Cult."
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao imperceptibly curled his lip. When you truly become invincible on the continent, the great Tang God-King can just send down a divine punishment and turn you to ash. Not to mention, his parents became the planar lord and the Tree of Life of the continent. All of this was recorded in the original novel.
Even when the Douluo God Realm encountered spatial turbulence and was forced to drift away, nearly a thousand years had passed on the continent. Without the so-called immortal spiritual qi from the God Realm, the lifespan of even a quasi-god level Titled Douluo was only a few hundred years. How could Zhongli Wu possibly live until then?
Then came the Dragon King Legend era ten thousand years later. The remnants of the Holy Ghost Cult found that million-year demonic whale whose husband had died from who knows where, and only then did they have the capital to contend with Shrek and Tang San's son.
"Yuhao, step forward." Zhongli Wu raised a hand and channeled his soul power towards the Rakshasa God statue. A wisp of sickly green energy drifted out from the stone statue and flowed towards Zhongli Wu's palm.
Huo Yuhao couldn't refuse and could only step forward to obediently accept the Rakshasa God's inheritance.
Although this Rakshasa God is countered by the Asura God, its overall strength is still above the God of Emotions. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to suppress Tang San when he only had the Sea God's god-seat. If I can become a god one day, I must find a way to break the Asura's counter against the Rakshasa! Huo Yuhao thought to himself.
While Huo Yuhao was lost in his thoughts, the wisp of sickly green energy was transferred from Zhongli Wu's hand to Huo Yuhao's body.
Rumble...
Just as Huo Yuhao was enveloped by this strange energy, the giant Rakshasa God statue actually began to tremble slightly.
"What's going on?" Zhongli Wu's expression changed dramatically. The Rakshasa God statue had been in this deep underground place for more than a day or two. All the high-ranking members of the Holy Ghost Cult had come here to absorb the Rakshasa God's power, but today, something unexpected had happened.
Woosh!
The entire stone statue instantly erupted with a dazzling, sickly green light. The terrifying divine power directly pressed the level ninety-eight Zhongli Wu to his knees.
"The Rakshasa God has manifested!" The complexions of the several Holy Ghost Cult elders on the upper level all changed. They looked at each other, all ecstatic.
"As expected of the Holy Son!"
Zhongli Yu also had her lovely mouth slightly agape, her face full of surprise. As the first Saintess, she had also gone down to accept the Rakshasa God's inheritance trial. However, like everyone else, she had only obtained a little Rakshasa God power and an additional god-bestowed soul ring. Now in her twenties, her soul power had already broken through to the Soul Douluo level, comparable to the senior-most sister of Shrek's inner court.
"I really underestimated that boy."
Zhongli Yu had originally been somewhat resistant to becoming a woman used to win over Huo Yuhao. In her eyes, the currently weak and average-looking Huo Yuhao was not worthy of her, even if he had awakened with innate level thirty soul power.
Recalling her boldness last night, Zhongli Yu's cheeks couldn't help but flush. Although she was more than ten years older than the boy, being the partner of a future god wasn't a loss...
While the high-ranking members of the Holy Ghost Cult were having their own thoughts about the statue's strange transformation, Huo Yuhao's entire being had arrived in a bizarre, otherworldly space. Here, there were only colors representing negative energy, and his vision was greatly restricted.
"Is this the place of the Rakshasa God's inheritance?" Huo Yuhao struggled to look around. The aura of slaughter and bloodlust gradually filled his heart with ferocity.
"This is the Rakshasa Domain. Welcome, guest from a foreign land."
Just as Huo Yuhao was looking around, a noble and cold female voice sounded in the space. Especially when the last sentence fell, Huo Yuhao's expression changed abruptly. His identity as a transmigrator had been so easily seen through?
"There is no need to be surprised. With your Spirit Abyss realm spiritual cultivation, how could you possibly resist a god's divine sense?" the female voice sounded again.
"A god's divine sense?" Huo Yuhao felt completely exposed. Recalling the original book, he seemed to think of something and blurted out, "Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, you're not dead?"
"It has been a long time since anyone has called me by my true name."
In front of Huo Yuhao, countless dark and ethereal energies converged into a human form—a woman completely shrouded in armor that shone with a dark purple light. Her face was bluish-purple and ferocious-looking. It was none other than the former empress of the Spirit Empire, Bibi Dong. To be more precise, it should be: the Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong.
"You seem to know the past and the future," a hint of surprise appeared on Bibi Dong's ferocious face. "Strange, even I cannot completely read your memories."
Huo Yuhao looked at the woman before him who exuded a terrifying aura. Although he was shocked, he did not appear flustered. If the divine sense before him was indeed left by the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, he would have absolutely no chance to struggle.
To think it was the woman who went mad for love. Her divine sense and soul still remain in this world.
A woman like Bibi Dong should have been the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall, worshipped and revered by others. However, her talent of having twin martial souls was taken a fancy to by her teacher. In an illusion, she fell in love with a waste she should never have loved, and then they were ruthlessly separated. Afterward, she lost her chastity. Finally, the illusion shattered. Everything was designed by Qian Xunji. For the great cause of Spirit Hall, he personally destroyed all of his disciple's dignity.
Qian Xunji had been waiting, waiting for her to grow up, waiting for her bloodline to be purified by her breakthrough to Soul Sage. The descendant born from them together would surely be able to shed all the defects of the Angel martial soul, thereby obtaining the most perfect Angel martial soul. That was a martial soul with the qualification to ascend to the God of Angels.
Many years later, when she successfully entangled Qian Xunji's body with her own Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor and plunged her sharp nails into his chest, the relief and joy she expected did not appear. And until his death, he still had that look of confidence. Because everything was still developing in the direction he had planned. His eyes began to become fanatical, while Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
Later, her own daughter became her sworn enemy. The empire she had worked so hard to build collapsed on the eve of her successful revenge. The god-seat she had achieved through her own talent and effort was shattered by her opponent due to the God Realm's deliberate partiality. Only at the very end of her life did she have the chance to tell the truth of her tragedy.
This was also one of the characters Huo Yuhao felt the most injustice for when he read the work and its subsequent supplementary materials back then.
"To think you still have a wisp of divine sense remaining."
Even after truly seeing the remnant soul of the person herself, Huo Yuhao couldn't imagine the tragic life of the woman before him.
"So it really is you..."
"Boy, death is at your doorstep. You should worry about yourself first!" Bibi Dong had been connected to Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea and instantly read the complex emotions in his eyes. She was stunned for a moment, then her emotions fluctuated violently, and she sent Huo Yuhao flying dozens of meters away with a single slap.
Huo Yuhao was sent flying and felt as if his spiritual sea was about to be shattered, but he still stubbornly straightened his body and climbed up, his gaze towards Bibi Dong the same as before.
"Wait, Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, I think I should be able to help you," Huo Yuhao said softly, enduring the severe pain in his bones.
"Good, then give your life to me," Bibi Dong said, holding the Rakshasa Scythe. She instantly flashed in front of Huo Yuhao, and the long, sharp blade fell, accurately piercing through his chest.
Huo Yuhao was struck as if by a heavy blow, but his face remained calm and unruffled. "Like you, I am someone who has already died once. It's merely death."
"You don't need to hide yourself with cruelty and resentment. The more hateful and venomous you appear, the more fragile the heart you are hiding deep down," Huo Yuhao's face was extremely pale, but the complex emotional color in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest. He gently gripped the Rakshasa Scythe that had pierced his chest, letting the sharp blade cut his skin. The fragile emotions that Bibi Dong had hidden under extreme hatred and evil thoughts were finally captured by him through the contact with the scythe's blade.
"Boy, do you think you can move me by saying these things?" Bibi Dong looked down at Huo Yuhao, who was pinned to the ground by the demonic scythe, and sneered, her tone becoming more and more venomous. "As long as I possess you, given time, I can return to my peak! Avenge myself! Take revenge on the entire continent and the God Realm!"
Seeing Bibi Dong being so stubborn, Huo Yuhao shook his head. He knew that if he couldn't communicate with Bibi Dong normally, his story as a transmigrator would end here.
This was the second perilous pass he had encountered since transmigrating.
"I am within the Rakshasa inheritance, and you are connected to my spiritual sea. You can see all the memories of my previous life, right?" Huo Yuhao asked with a bitter smile.
"Including the subsequent story of the Douluo plane that I know, you can see all of it, right?"
Bibi Dong's expression changed slightly. Just now, she had only briefly looked at some of Huo Yuhao's memories. Now, hearing him say this, her interest in reading them in detail was piqued.
"Boy, don't try to fool me, or I will tear your soul apart inch by inch!"
"What? The empress who looks down upon the world doesn't dare to delve into the memories of a little Soul Scholar like me?" Huo Yuhao was gambling, gambling that Bibi Dong was willing to look through his memories, willing to believe the subsequent story of Douluo in his memories.
After a moment of silence, Bibi Dong stretched out a slender jade hand and gently patted Huo Yuhao's head. A tide of memories transformed into a book that leaped into her palm. She began to flip through it with great interest, but the speed at which she flipped was comparable to the quantum reading Huo Yuhao had seen in his previous life...
A moment later, Bibi Dong's expression gradually changed. It could even be said to be quite spectacular.
"You understand now, right? If I don't turn history around during the Unrivaled Tang Sect era, by the time the Tang God-King survives the spatial turbulence and returns with the Great God Circle, plus his Dragon God grandson who is recognized by the laws of the universe, you will have no chance of winning against the God Realm," Huo Yuhao reminded her, gritting his teeth.
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Author's Note: Regarding Bibi Dong's ending in Douluo 1, my personal understanding is this: the two scheming old men in the God Realm, the original Asura God and the Sea God Poseidon, were completely unscrupulous for the sake of Tang San's final victory. Not only did they ask other gods to revive him, but they also threw in the Asura God's god-seat as a bonus, truly setting up Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, who had achieved godhood through their own efforts, perfectly.
Furthermore, to those readers who criticize Bibi Dong as a lovesick fool or a madwoman, I ask: have you read the side story San Shui released in '23? In the Douluo Continent, no girl with outstanding talent would possibly fall in love with a waste like Yu Xiaogang, right? The side story wrote that from their meeting and falling in love, to their separation and the waste falling in love with his cousin, it was all deliberately designed by Qian Xunji and facilitated by illusions. It's just that Bibi Dong's final act of revenge was as extreme as this book's male protagonist.
The most frustrating thing for us fanfiction writers is the original author's own settings. Many years ago, we all cursed Bibi Dong together, and now he pulls this on you. Most fanfiction characterizations are based on the original settings.
The Bibi Dong side story is on Tieba. Go find it yourself. Those who say the author is disgustingly whitewashing her, please go let San Shui disgust your childhood first. I didn't whitewash her, the original author himself did!