At the moment when Huo Yuhao was hesitating, Zhongli Yu, who had formed a close bond with him last night, walked over softly and gently straightened the collar of his chest, her charming eyes gazing at him like silk: "Yuhao, if you can pass on the legacy of the Rakshasa deity, you will surely lead our Holy Spirit Sect to an unsurpassable peak. When that time comes, every woman on this continent will be yours to choose from."
Drawing close, Huo Yuhao could still smell that familiar, intoxicating fragrance.
"Through fire and water, oh Holy Maiden!"
"I, Huo Yuhao, will spare no effort to inherit the Rakshasa legacy and strengthen our Holy Spirit Sect. It is my duty!" Huo Yuhao's expression turned serious, filled with a heroic solemnity, like a warrior willing to die for a kindred spirit. His resolute tone stunned Zhongli Wu and the elders present, who could only think: "Wow, this kid is definitely a bit of a flirt!"
"Cough cough." Zhongli Wu finally understood this kid's true nature. Though speechless, at least now he could keep the promising youth tethered through Zhongli Yu. Clearing his throat, he said, "Our sect will now bring you into the place of inheritance. May the Holy Son achieve godhood and protect our Holy Spirit Sect!"
With one hand supporting Huo Yuhao, Zhongli Wu leapt into the abyss, disappearing from the sight of the others. The elders exchanged glances and then looked toward Zhongli Yu.
"The sect leader's granddaughter must have put some charm potion on that cheap Holy Son, right?"
Feeling the gaze of several elders upon her, even Zhongli Yu's carefree nature flushed red. Thankfully, everyone knew that the kid was still young, so nothing serious could happen between them.
…
During their descent, Zhongli Wu couldn't help but advise patiently: "Yuhao, I know young people have plenty of energy, but in the future, you must control yourself in certain matters. Don't let romance interfere with your cultivation."
"I understand, Sect Leader Grandpa." Huo Yuhao answered seriously.
"Grandpa?" Zhongli Wu's mouth twitched, almost tempted to give Huo Yuhao a good slap. This kid sure knew how to climb up the social ladder! He was no longer worried about whether his granddaughter could tie down this fellow, but rather if she could handle him when he's grown.
Seeing his flirtatious persona firmly established, Huo Yuhao stopped overdoing it and simply planned to find a way out of this dangerous place.
With his god-like perspective, as long as he didn't catch the attention of Tang Shenwang, he could easily thrive on Douluo Continent.
After several minutes, the two finally reached the bottom of the abyss.
Before them lay a vast altar. At its center stood the towering Rakshasa deity statue, thousands of meters tall. Its upper body was shrouded in the faint glow of a soul-guiding device, exuding a terrifying and eerie aura that sent chills down the spine.
"This is… the Rakshasa God." Huo Yuhao swallowed hard. Even with the courage granted by his transcendent perspective, his scalp tingled.
Though just a stone statue, its dreadful aura was not something an ordinary Douluo at the Title Douluo level could challenge.
After thousands of years of tectonic shifts, this Rakshasa statue had come here to grant the Holy Spirit Sect a powerful legacy.
"Just one more step, and our sect can reach the peak Douluo level, becoming the grand devotee of the Rakshasa legacy," Zhongli Wu said solemnly. "At that time, even the folks from Shrek Academy won't be able to touch us."
Huo Yuhao gave a slight smirk. When you're invincible on this continent, Tang Shenwang's divine punishment could still wipe you out. Not to mention his parents had become the rulers of the continent's dimensions and the ancient life tree — all recorded in the original story.
Even when the Douluo Divine Realm was forced to drift due to spatial chaos nearly a thousand years ago, the continent lacked the so-called fairy spiritual energy. Even Title Douluo at demi-god level could only live a few hundred years. How could Zhongli Wu have survived until then?
Later, during the Dragon King legend thousands of years afterward, the remnants of the Holy Spirit Sect somehow found a million-year-old demon whale widow, finally gaining the power to rival Shrek and Tang San's son.
"Yuhao, step forward." Zhongli Wu raised a hand and sent soul power toward the Rakshasa statue. A faint, ghastly green energy drifted out from the stone figure and into Zhongli Wu's palm.
Huo Yuhao could only obediently step forward to receive the Rakshasa legacy.
Though the Rakshasa God was restrained by the Asura God, its overall strength still surpassed the God of Emotion, or it wouldn't be able to suppress Tang San, who held the Sea God rank.
If he ever became a god himself, he'd have to find a way to break Asura's suppression of Rakshasa, Huo Yuhao thought.
As he pondered, the ghastly green energy transferred from Zhongli Wu's hand to his body.
Rumble rumble…
As the strange energy wrapped around Huo Yuhao, the enormous Rakshasa statue trembled slightly.
"What's happening?" Zhongli Wu's expression changed drastically. The statue had been here deep underground for ages. All high-ranking sect members had absorbed its power without incident—until today.
Roar!
The entire statue suddenly exploded with blinding green light, and the terrifying divine power forced the Level 98 Zhongli Wu to his knees.
"The Rakshasa God is manifesting!" Several elders above turned pale, exchanging excited looks.
"Truly worthy of the Holy Son!"
Zhongli Yu also parted her lips in surprise. As First Holy Maiden, she had undergone the Rakshasa legacy test but, like everyone else, only gained some Rakshasa power and a divine soul ring. Now in her twenties, she had broken through to Soul Douluo rank, comparable to Shrek's senior disciples.
"Underestimating that kid, huh."
Originally, Zhongli Yu resisted being used to ensnare Huo Yuhao. In her view, with his current weak strength and average looks, he didn't deserve her—even if he had awakened innate Level 30 soul power.
Recalling her boldness last night, Zhongli Yu blushed. Though he was a decade younger, becoming a god's companion wasn't bad…
While the Holy Spirit Sect leaders' minds raced over the statue's anomaly, Huo Yuhao found himself in a bizarre space filled with negative energy, his vision limited.
"This is the Rakshasa God's inheritance realm?" Huo Yuhao looked around, feeling a murderous and bloodthirsty aura filling him with fierce hostility.
"This is the Rakshasa domain. Welcome, guest from another world."
As Huo Yuhao scanned the surroundings, a noble, cold female voice echoed. The last words made his expression change sharply—had his identity as a transmigrator been easily detected?
"No need to be surprised. With your spiritual cultivation at the Spirit Abyss level, how could you resist a god's spiritual awareness?" the voice continued.
"God's spiritual awareness?" Huo Yuhao felt utterly exposed. Recalling the original story, he suddenly said, "Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, you're not dead?"
"It's been a long time since anyone called me by my true name."
Before Huo Yuhao, countless dark energies coalesced into a humanoid figure—a woman encased in dark purple glowing armor, with a blue-purple complexion and a fierce expression. It was the former queen of the Martial Soul Empire, Bibi Dong—or more precisely, Rakshasa God Bibi Dong.
"You seem to know the past and future." Bibi Dong's fierce face showed surprise. "Strangely, even I cannot fully read your memories."
Huo Yuhao stared at the terrifying woman, shocked but calm. If this godly awareness was truly Bibi Dong's leftover spirit, he wouldn't stand a chance if he resisted.
Unexpectedly, it was the woman who had once been mad for love. Her spirit and soul still lingered in this world.
A woman like Bibi Dong should have been revered as the Martial Soul Hall's Holy Maiden. But her twin martial soul talent was discovered by her teacher, who made her fall in love with a useless trash in a dream realm, then cruelly separated them. She lost her purity and the dream shattered—all orchestrated by Qian Xunji to serve the Martial Soul Hall's grand design, destroying his disciple's dignity.
Qian Xunji waited for her to grow, for her bloodline to purify through Soul Saint breakthrough. Their offspring would rid the angelic martial soul of all flaws and achieve the perfect angelic martial soul—the kind qualified to ascend to angelic godhood.
Years later, when she used her soul-devouring poison silk to trap Qian Xunji and stabbed him with her sharp nails, the relief and joy she expected never came. He died still confident, because everything was unfolding as he planned. His eyes grew fanatical while Bibi Dong's were filled with shock and disbelief.
Later, her own daughter became her mortal enemy, the empire she fought for collapsed before her revenge, and the divine status she achieved through talent and effort was shattered by the divine realm's bias. Only at the end of her life could she reveal the tragic truth.
This was one of the most heartbreaking characters Huo Yuhao read about in the original work and its sequels.
"You've actually preserved a trace of your divine spirit."
Even seeing the real remnant of Bibi Dong, Huo Yuhao could not imagine her tragic life.
"You really are…"
"Kid, facing death, take care of yourself first!" Bibi Dong, linked to Huo Yuhao's spirit sea, instantly read the complex emotions in his eyes, hesitated, then violently struck him away dozens of meters.
Huo Yuhao was slammed back, feeling his spirit sea nearly shattered, yet stubbornly stood up, looking at Bibi Dong as before.
"Wait, Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, I think I can help you." Huo Yuhao endured the pain and spoke softly.
"Fine, then give me your life." Bibi Dong appeared instantly before him with her Rakshasa scythe, the long blade piercing his chest.
Huo Yuhao took the hit but remained calm. "Like you, I've died once before. Death means nothing."
"You don't need to hide behind cruelty and hatred. The more furious and venomous you appear, the more fragile you truly are." Pale, his complex emotions undiminished, Huo Yuhao lightly held the scythe blade piercing his chest. Through the contact, he sensed the vulnerability beneath Bibi Dong's ultimate hatred and evil.
"Kid, do you think these words can move me?" Bibi Dong sneered, looking down at him. "Once I possess your body, given time, I'll return to my peak, avenge my grievances, and take revenge on the continent and divine realm!"
Seeing her stubbornness, Huo Yuhao shook his head. Without normal communication, his transmigration story ended here. This was the second major trial he faced.
"I'm in the Rakshasa legacy. You're linked to my spirit sea and can see all my past memories, right?" Huo Yuhao smiled bitterly.
"Even the future stories of the Douluo realm that I know—you can see them all?"
Bibi Dong's expression changed slightly. She had only skimmed some of Huo Yuhao's memories before, but now her interest deepened.
"Kid, don't try to fool me, or I'll tear your soul apart inch by inch!"
"What? The all-powerful Empress won't dare to dive into a lowly soul cultivator's memories?" Huo Yuhao gambled that Bibi Dong would read his memories and trust the stories of Douluo's future.
After a moment's thought, Bibi Dong tapped Huo Yuhao's head lightly. A flood of memories transformed into a book that appeared in her palm. She browsed it with a speed rivaling quantum reading Huo Yuhao had seen before.
After a while, Bibi Dong's expression gradually changed—becoming quite remarkable.
"Now you understand. If I can't reverse history during the Peerless Tang Sect era, when Tang Shenwang survives the spatial chaos with his divine circle and his dragon god grandson recognized by cosmic law, you'll have no chance against the divine realm," Huo Yuhao warned through clenched teeth.
Regarding Douluo 1 Bibi Dong's ending, here's my understanding: The original Asura God and Sea God Poseidon in the divine realm were utterly ruthless to ensure Tang San's ultimate victory. They resurrected him and even bestowed him the Asura God position, clearly setting up Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue—who both worked hard to become gods—for defeat.
Also, to those criticizing Bibi Dong as love-struck or insane—did you read the 2023 San Shui side stories? No extraordinary girl on Douluo Continent would fall for a useless person like Yu Xiaogang. The side stories show their meeting, love, separation, and the trash falling for his cousin—all deliberately designed illusions by Qian Xunji. Bibi Dong's final revenge was just as extreme as the main protagonist's.
(End of Chapter)
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