The night sky was crystal clear, stars gleaming like countless diamonds set into a dark blue curtain. The Milky Way stretched quietly across the firmament like a tattered silver ribbon. A bright full moon hung silently above, watching over the Douluo Continent.
On this quiet and peaceful night, the dark peaks of Star Dou Forest shimmered with a mysterious indigo under the moonlight. A soft breeze stirred the air, whispering faintly like a dream.
Spirit City had fallen into silence in the depths of the night. In the grand bed of the Angel Palace, Yu Tianming nudged the dozing Qian Renxue beside him and said with interest
"Xue'er, the chosen of the Rakshasa God, nemesis of the Angel God, has already begun the ninth Rakshasa Trial. The faith across the continent has been accumulating for months. We're ready. It's time to begin the Angel's Ninth Trial."
"Oh?" Qian Renxue opened her drowsy eyes. "Didn't Bibi Dong already lose the favor of the gods? The Rakshasa God found a new successor? That fast?"
Yu Tianming smiled meaningfully
"Back then, the Rakshasa tripped up the Shura God's chosen and schemed against Tang Chen, the unbeatable man of the mortal world, all to seize the godhood first. Now that you're ready to ascend as the Angel God, the Rakshasa won't sit still. They're rushing to ascend, even if it's forced."
"But rushing into the ninth trial like that—wouldn't the chosen one lack affinity with divine power? Wouldn't a hastily-made Rakshasa God be far weaker?" Qian Renxue quickly tied her hair back, her brows furrowed. "Could a new Rakshasa even drop from a first-rank god to third-rank?"
"This time, the inheritor is anything but ordinary… Even if they're jumping straight to the ninth trial, they can still inherit a first-rank godhood. If they fully pass the trial, they might even reach the God King level."
Though Yu Tianming had not entered the Divine Realm, as a follower of the Angel God, he had read deeply into the lore of the Rakshasa. Through those texts, he deduced that after countless years of conflict with the Shura, the Rakshasa had nearly reached the level of a God King. If the right successor appeared, the Rakshasa might truly push into that realm.
"That's impossible." Qian Renxue's disbelief deepened. "Our Qian Clan are descendants of the Angel God—perfectly aligned for divine inheritance. I'm the most talented of our bloodline. The godhood was tailored for me. Even with two immortal herbs and the power of faith, I still need everything to reach the God King level. Why would a Rakshasa inheritor—"
Yu Tianming sat up with a grin
"You're quite familiar with the Rakshasa's candidates. It's none other than that trio: Ma Hongjun, thrown into Slaughter City for rape; Xiao Wu, the reborn Soft Bone Rabbit; and Tang San, the half-human, half-beast hybrid."
"You're joking. Three people inheriting a single godhood?"
"What if those three share a single body, their souls intertwined?" Yu Tianming laughed, amused. "They're like Blackbeard in One Piece—except instead of one person with three Devil Fruits, it's three people sharing one Rakshasa godhood."
He explained further
"The Angel God governs flame, light, justice—many complex authorities. Only your angelic bloodline can inherit it. But the Rakshasa is pure evil, chosen based on malice. And Ma Hongjun's trio just happens to embody the three most extreme vices—greed, rage, and lust. In my opinion, they're even better suited for the role than the Rakshasa herself. Wouldn't that push the godhood even higher?"
Good and evil were destined to clash. Angel and Rakshasa were ultimate enemies. Qian Renxue couldn't sit still any longer. She shot up, hurriedly got dressed, and donned the radiant golden armor tailored for her by the Qian Clan.
"There's no more time. If the moment has come, I need to absorb the final spirit bone and inherit the Angel God's position." With that, she pushed open the door and marched toward the Angel Temple's sacred statue.
Just as the Seagod Hall housed Poseidon's image, the Angel Temple—built by Qian Daoliu—held the towering Angel God statue, at the very heart of the chamber. This was where Qian Renxue would ascend.
Yu Tianming watched the now-empty room, adjusted his golden sleep robe, and with a smile, strolled to the window.
As a holy city serving the Angel God, Spirit City's architecture was breathtakingly majestic. Now it was nearly dawn. Though the sun hadn't risen, the first light of morning had begun to spread across the land, casting golden hues over every building.
"Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun… it's time to end this." Yu Tianming recalled how, in the original tale, the Angel Trials were live-broadcast across the continent. With a single thought, the content of the ninth Rakshasa Trial appeared in front of the people.
Many early risers froze in place as seductive illusions of the Rakshasa's ninth trial flickered in the air. Dumbfounded, they instinctively prayed
"Oh great Angel God… what in the world is happening…?"
Faith—an abstract idea to most—was something Yu Tianming, as a first-rank god, understood intimately. He saw golden streams of power form above the Angel Temple, shaped by countless mortals' devotion, and pour directly into the Angel God statue.
Yu Tianming smiled, turned, and headed toward the temple. But before he could reach it, he heard Qian Renxue's anguished voice
"Why? Grandpa, why must you sacrifice yourself for me to become a god? What's the point if I must lose you?"
"Xue'er, this is the will of the Angel God. I was always meant to leave. If I can do one final thing for you… When you advanced so quickly through the inheritance, I didn't have time to explain. You are already half an Angel God. You must be strong enough to face this."
Yu Tianming sighed to himself. He hadn't expected Qian Daoliu to be unaware of what would come from the sacrifice.
In the original story, before Tang San took the ninth Seagod Trial—'Seven Emotions and Six Desires'—the Seagod had warned him in advance that Bo Saixi's sacrifice would allow her to ascend to the Divine Realm as a divine official. It was a good thing for her. But Qian Renxue had no such knowledge. She could only watch her grandfather offer his life for her, and that mental scar became her greatest weakness.
Yu Tianming entered the Angel Temple with firm steps and called out
"Grand Priest, it's not like that. As the sacrificial offering for Angel Godhood, you will not die. Your soul will ascend to the Divine Realm, surpassing level 99, and become a divine official at the Angel God's side."
Hearing that, Qian Daoliu looked at Yu Tianming in astonishment. Qian Renxue also stopped crying, turning her hopeful eyes to him.
"Tianming, is what you said true?"
"Absolutely."
"In that case, I have no more regrets."
Seeing Yu Tianming's unwavering gaze, the grandfather and granddaughter released the weight in their hearts. Qian Daoliu nodded, then began the sacrifice. His soul and spirit energy turned into a golden stream and flowed into the Angel God statue. Qian Renxue strode forward, picked up the final spirit bone, and merged it into her body.
The ninth Angel Trial had officially begun.
By now, the sun had leapt past the horizon. The last shadows of night vanished. The stars faded, and the land was gently bathed in the morning light.
But as the Angel Trial commenced, this peaceful morning transformed completely. The rising sun turned pure white. Endless light radiated outward like a tidal wave, flooding the earth. The Angel God's mercy filled every corner. Rather than wilting under the brilliance, life bloomed. People across the continent exhaled deeply, as if years of suffering had melted away beneath the holy glow.
Strangely, even as the sun grew brighter and the earth more radiant, the sky turned pitch black. Not a single cloud remained. The vast heavens were filled with stars, each one glowing like a miniature sun.
Beneath the towering golden statue, Qian Renxue automatically entered Spirit Possession. Her golden hair floated freely, countless beams of light encircling her. Six pure white wings spread wide as she rose into the air.
Yu Tianming watched her, struck by a powerful feeling. The woman before him seemed more divine, more merciful, more sacred than even the Angel God statue.
"The Stellar Spirit Pearl gathers the light of a billion stars, extending the Angel God's authority from sunlight to starlight. The Lovesick Heartbreak Red… the most divine of divine herbs… it quietly nudged her godhood one step toward the God King realm. With the power of countless believers behind her, Xue'er now inherits a God King-class Angel Godhood."
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At the same time, the Rakshasa Trial was drawing to its end.
Tang San, having battled Ma Hongjun for hours, was inwardly miserable.
'According to the Rakshasa God's guidance, I've already overcome my shame and faced Fatty's torment head-on. Why hasn't the trial ended yet? Could there be something deeper?'
In truth, Tang San and Ma Hongjun had long passed the test. The only one left was Xiao Wu.
She looked at her beloved San-ge and thought
'I should follow the Rakshasa God's guidance and tear down the walls in my heart. In the Star Dou Forest, there was no right or wrong—only survival. What I thought was right or wrong was something human society forced on me. If I truly love San-ge, then I shouldn't… and I won't care about those things anymore.'
The moment that thought took hold, the illusion of the Road of Hell shattered like a dream. Ma Hongjun returned to the spiritual space, and the scenery around Tang San and Xiao Wu shifted back to the reef in the ocean.
Then came the hoarse, eerie voice of the Rakshasa God once more
"Rakshasa Trial, Ninth Test—confront your inner weakness. Complete. Congratulations. You are the new Rakshasa God."
Tang San and Xiao Wu immediately sensed the transformation in their power. Compared to their Soul Sage strength from before, their current might had soared to an unimaginable level—it was as if they could overturn the world.
The Rakshasa God, as a first-rank god, possessed power at level 130 to 140. Though Tang San and the others had yet to enter the Divine Realm, their new level 100 godhood marked a complete break from mortality. They had truly become gods.
Tang San couldn't help but murmur
"With the sun and moon in hand, I pluck the stars from the sky. In this world, none are like me."
The Rakshasa mark on his forehead faded away. The deep, brooding power of the Rakshasa God wrapped around Tang San and Xiao Wu. With a single thought, the black energy retreated into their bodies.
Just like Earth, the sun rose in the east and set in the west on Douluo. Though Spirit City had entered dawn, the Seagod Island far to the west still lay in darkness. And with the birth of a new Rakshasa God, even the stars in the sky dimmed, plunging the sea into pitch blackness.
In that abyssal night, a massive scythe tore through the heavens and crashed straight into the center of the reef.
Without hesitation, the confident Tang San grabbed the scythe and held it before his eyes, lips curling into a crooked smile
"Rakshasa Demon Scythe… the divine weapon of the Rakshasa God… hahaha, I've become a god…"
Before he could finish, the giant scythe melted into his body.
"What's going on? Why can't I control the Rakshasa Demon Scythe?" Tang San clutched his chest, his eyes wide in disbelief.
"San-ge, I think I can sense that weapon," Xiao Wu said with a frown. "Could it be… I'm the one the Rakshasa recognizes as the true vessel? Your soul should be dwelling in my spiritual space, right?"
"You're saying… I'm the Rakshasa's sheath?" Tang San staggered back, the truth dawning on him. His face twisted in disbelief.
"Even though I gathered the most Rakshasa divine power, the godhood appeared on you?!"
(End of Chapter)
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