Bibi Dong's already bloodless, pale face grew even more ashen. She even wished the memories of Huo Yuhao she saw were false.
"Just like Tang San, we're both transmigrators. The difference is, he came from a feudal sect in the past, while I'm a knowledgeable intellectual from a thousand years later who understands some science," Huo Yuhao said earnestly, ignoring the heavy blood loss caused by the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
"Kid, don't get any ideas. If I take over your body, all your memories and knowledge will be mine," Bibi Dong said with an extremely unpleasant expression, glaring angrily at Huo Yuhao and snarling.
"If that happens, my memory lock will erase some key information. So what then? Are you willing to be killed again by Tang San, who's become stronger through cultivation in the Divine Realm?" Huo Yuhao shouted back, unwilling to lose control of the conversation, forcing himself to stay alert.
"You're just a first-level deity. How can you compete with the several God Kings in the Divine Realm? This Douluo world is written by the victors—what faction would be willing to support you? Not to mention, Tang Hao is transforming into the ruler of this world. Do you really think he'll let you regain your peak?"
"Don't be foolish. No matter how angry or hateful you are toward this world, you can't change anything because there's no one behind you!"
"Do you think a mere Holy Spirit Church can support you against the entire Douluo? Do you think regaining your peak will help you fight the Shrek Seven Devils who have all ascended?"
With every sharp question from Huo Yuhao, Bibi Dong's cold, ferocious face twisted even more, the sickly green veins on her face darkening.
"Shut up! Don't try to fool me! Your memories are fake!" Bibi Dong bit her silver teeth and shouted in refusal, "Fake!"
"You know very well it's true. What are you afraid of? Why not admit it? Why not face it?"
With the scythe piercing his chest, Huo Yuhao forced himself to push Bibi Dong back step by step for several meters. "At worst, I'll die once more and transmigrate again. But you? You'll just keep drowning in your obsession right here!"
"Stop talking. I don't believe it…" Bibi Dong's previous strength faded away. Through Huo Yuhao's god-like perspective, his words struck like a sharp blade straight into her heart.
A dignified Rakshasa deity, now reduced to a single divine consciousness, forced to hide underground for ten thousand years waiting for a successor—how pitiful and tragic is that?
Is the Rakshasa God not a god? Should the Divine Realm ruling the continent have no evil gods? You can't say all the gods of the Divine Realm reject the Rakshasa God. Didn't Tang God King's Death God faction also have the support of the Seven Deadly Sins' primal gods?
It can only be said that the power struggles among the Divine Realm rulers were ultimately borne alone by the Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong— a woman toyed with by the strong and feared by secular imperial nobles, becoming a victim of history.
Bibi Dong and the previous-life Huo Yuhao shared something—they both lamented the injustice of the world and lost the most precious things.
Even the chance for reincarnation was right in front of her, showing her a future more hopeless than ever—
Douluo Continent eventually becomes Tang family land, with six God Kings from the Tang Buddha sect. And his grandson, the Dragon God of cosmic law, invincible under heaven and earth, commands Tang Sect's star-destroying cosmic warships, blasting away first-level gods like her with ease.
What could she possibly use to resist? Did she think she could fight back? No, she couldn't.
Put yourself in her shoes: any modern person transmigrating into Bibi Dong's body, manipulated entirely by their teacher's illusions, forced away from their boyfriend, only to see their worthless boyfriend immediately fall for their cousin after finally regaining freedom. Then, shamelessly asking her about twin martial spirits, and when no answer was given, having their disciple kill her. The empire painstakingly built was nothing but a coming-of-age gift from a cheap eunuch for his own bloodline.
If someone like Huo Yuhao, with his radical modern personality, were in her place, it wouldn't just be revenge against the continent—he might blow up the whole Divine Realm along with the scheming gods.
Compared to Huo Yuhao, Bibi Dong was less reckless in her values.
What's even sadder is that the afterword confirms that Bibi Dong's sweet romance was entirely a hallucination by Qian Xunji.
In Huo Yuhao's eyes, Bibi Dong's only mistake was being too weak and helpless, nothing but a plaything for her beastly teacher. That beautiful illusion of love was all created by Qian Xunji's spell.
"Why can't I speak? I will speak! Since you've seen my memories, how are you different from me? When have the powerful and influential cared about the weak? They steal what we treasure most, manipulate our wills, destroy our bodies…"
Huo Yuhao almost poured out all the resentment of his past life. Both were castaways; the mighty Rakshasa deity was no longer lofty, and he was no longer a mere Holy Son. Here were just two pitiful souls sharing pain.
"I can't go back anymore. I've felt the pain of loss. Because I've felt that pain, I can empathize with you," Huo Yuhao closed his eyes in agony and shouted. When he opened them, his pupils shimmered like awakened ripples. Grabbing Bibi Dong's fragrant shoulder, he said, "We've had similar experiences. I can't save or redeem her anymore, but at least in this life, meeting you makes me think I can still try."
"If Heaven tries to crush me, I will destroy Heaven! If gods want to annihilate me, I will bring about the gods' twilight!"
Meeting Huo Yuhao's bloodshot angry eyes, Bibi Dong's helpless beautiful eyes changed slightly, then retorted with a bit of irritation, "An ant like you? If you could bring that thing called nuclear weapons from your world, maybe you'd pose some threat to the Divine Realm…"
"I have my ways! I'll use my only advantage—prophetic vision—to seize every resource I can!" Huo Yuhao stared into Bibi Dong's eyes, filled with anger but full of confidence, which oddly calmed her heart.
Of course, bringing nuclear weapons over was impossible. Not only could an ordinary person never get near such technology, but weapons that could threaten gods would surely alert the Divine Realm's keen senses, possibly bringing Tang God King's divine consciousness down to incinerate him.
From a god-like perspective, even Tang San, a supreme God King, was not invincible in the Douluo series. Later scripts included those stronger than him, if only the resources could be seized…
Seeing Huo Yuhao's confident stance, Bibi Dong silently withdrew her Rakshasa Demon Scythe—a weapon formed by her divine consciousness, not a real artifact.
"Your Majesty, do you trust me?" Huo Yuhao, enduring pain, stood straight and softly asked the silent Bibi Dong sitting on the ground.
Bibi Dong returned to her noble and stunning appearance. Huo Yuhao had thought Zhong Li Yu was breathtakingly beautiful, but here was a woman even more elegant and majestic, incomparable to ordinary people.
Looking at the earnest Huo Yuhao, Bibi Dong suddenly laughed, a smile so beautiful it was otherworldly, even the formerly furious and then calm Huo Yuhao was stunned.
"I don't trust you for a second, you old rogue…" she teased.
...
Huo Yuhao finally gained the right to communicate with Bibi Dong. In the inheritance space, they talked a lot, and he learned many things the original story never mentioned.
Ten thousand years ago, the continent-shaking battle of the two gods ended with the defeat of the Martial Soul Empire led by Rakshasa God Bibi Dong and Angel God Qian Renxue. Tang San, favored by the former Asura God, was glorified as the continent's savior and revered by noble empires.
The defeated Martial Soul Empire collapsed. All Douluo-ranked offerings were executed by Tang San—"weed out the root to prevent regrowth"—and the Martial Soul Hall's accumulated treasures were plundered, some most precious items taken by Shrek Academy.
Angel God Qian Renxue's divine core shattered, her power drastically reduced, never to return to Douluo rank. Tang San understood that once a god, even fallen, would never be weaker than a Douluo, especially with the full ten-thousand-year heritage and the angelic holy sword. Although he promised Bibi Dong to spare Qian Renxue, in the end, Tang San sealed her on Sea God Island, absorbing her remaining angelic power, nourishing her body with divine spiritual energy, making her unable even to die—a perpetual prison.
Bibi Dong's fate was even more tragic. After her fall, Tang Sect descendants depicted her as a world-disrupting villain, forever infamous. Her Rakshasa God title was stripped, and her soul couldn't return to the Divine Realm for reincarnation. She remained trapped underground, her power consumed by evil soul masters until eventually dissipating.
Most despairing was her lost love, the great rogue Yu Xiaogang. To spare him sorrow, his beloved disciple Tang San erased all memories of Bibi Dong from his mind. Yu Xiaogang lived out his days happily with Bibi Dong's cousin.
Ultimately, Shrek Academy, enriched by the Martial Soul Hall's remnants, became the continent's top academy, commanding countless Douluo-ranked heroes, revered by all nations. Sea God Tang San left legends, gaining the power of belief over ten thousand years and, by exploiting fallen angel Qian Renxue's power, soon became a supreme God King.
Bang!
"That Tang San really is a beast…" Huo Yuhao sighed deeply and punched the air, venting his own helplessness and weakness.
"That is all that has been hidden for these ten thousand years," Bibi Dong smiled bitterly, a mixture of resentment and defeat in her expression. She knew that even if she regained her peak now, she would never match Tang God King. After all, she and Qian Renxue lost so badly ten thousand years ago.
Indeed, Huo Yuhao, educated in the modern world, could accept the survival of the fittest in fantasy, but he could never accept hypocritical, fame-seeking villainy.
"I will prove it to you. I'm here to break this character's destiny shackles," Huo Yuhao said solemnly to the despondent Bibi Dong.
"You really plan to take him on? The already divine, even supreme God King Tang San?" Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes filled with tears, looking at Huo Yuhao with a hint of hope. "He's your future father-in-law. You could follow the original path, become a favored son-in-law, and achieve great things…"
"No. I'm not just fighting for you or this continent. It's for my past life's redemption. And I refuse to become a loyal dog of the Tang family!" Huo Yuhao stared fiercely at his hand, slowly clenched his fist, then looked up resolutely, "Even if I fail, I'll have no regrets!"
"Tang San, you already have a path to death!"
Pfft!
Hearing the phrase Tang San used against enemies many times, Bibi Dong finally couldn't help but show a beautiful smile.
"Fine, then take me with you," Bibi Dong returned to her cool, elegant self and suddenly said.
"What?" Huo Yuhao was momentarily stunned, turning around in surprise.
"I said, take me away from here. There's a faint luck blessing on you. Maybe you little guy can succeed." Bibi Dong flashed beside Huo Yuhao, grabbed his small shoulder, and smiled.
"Luck blessing? What's that?" Huo Yuhao asked, puzzled this time.
"Maybe because you transmigrated into Douluo world," Bibi Dong explained calmly. "The original owner you possess should be the continent's luck child. But the soul and body don't match, so your luck blessing is weak."
Huo Yuhao could roughly guess what the luck child meant, but since he wasn't the original Huo Yuhao, he wasn't sure how to handle this luck blessing.
"What should I do then?"
Bibi Dong suddenly laughed, "Don't you know who the luck child of Douluo Continent was ten thousand years ago?"
Huo Yuhao was stunned, stammering, "Your Majesty, are you…"
"That's right," Bibi Dong nodded gently. "Tang San was just a transmigrator, obviously not the luck child. The Douluo world's blessings mean little before gods. No matter how strong my luck, it can't compare to the gods supporting from behind."
"From now on, this last fragment of my divine consciousness will leave here with you and help you gather your luck blessing."
"You can leave the Rakshasa God statue?" Huo Yuhao was shocked at such an operation.
"Yes, but only once. Losing this divine consciousness means my statue will become an ordinary stone statue." Bibi Dong smiled. "And this fragment of my consciousness can only reside in your spiritual sea."
"You could say I'm betting everything on you little guy. If you die before achieving success, I'll vanish with you."
At this moment, Bibi Dong seemed like the empress from ten thousand years ago—decisive, with extraordinary willpower and no hesitation.
This scene was the most unforgettable moment for Huo Yuhao.
"Your Majesty, you are wise!"
(End of Chapter )
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