"San-ge, don't be upset," Xiao Wu said softly, thinking of the spiritual-link skull bone, voicing her guess in a slightly awkward tone. "There's only one Rakshasa godhood. Maybe… because I'm the connection point between our three souls, the godhood ended up with me."
With a heavy thud, Tang San collapsed onto the reef, full of regret.
"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have come back to life!"
In the original tale, Xiao Wu became the sheath for the Shura Sword. She couldn't wield the weapon, yet had to endure the Shura's divine power for Tang San. Now, with the roles reversed and Tang San bearing the weight of Rakshasa divine power himself, it felt like the sky had fallen.
The Rakshasa God's voice echoed once more, untimely and cold
"One last reminder… the new High Priest of Spirit Hall is undergoing ascension as the Angel God. Angels and Rakshasas are natural enemies. Once her ascension is complete, your end will come."
"Spirit Hall… Angel God?" Tang San instantly shot up, eyes burning with fury.
"My mother, the Blue Silver Empress, was killed by Spirit Hall. The Clear Sky Clan was annihilated by Spirit Hall. Even I was once hounded to death by one of their Titled Douluo. If I don't take revenge, I'm not worthy to be called human!"
All his hatred and the looming threat pushed away the pain for now. Tang San turned to Xiao Wu and growled
"We'll strike now—kill the Angel God before she emerges!"
Ma Hongjun quickly caught on
"I only made a small mistake and they threw me into Slaughter City. The Angel God hasn't ascended yet. We need to finish this while we still can."
"I once lived peacefully in the Star Dou Forest with my mother. Life was simple, but we soul beasts were happy. Now, that peace is gone." Tears fell down Xiao Wu's cheeks. "My mother was killed by Bibi Dong's hand. And who knows how many soul beasts have died because of them… this blood feud must be avenged."
"I understand you." Tang San looked at the black flame flickering in his palm. "Even though I'm human, soul beast blood runs in my veins. That gives me one more reason to destroy Spirit Hall."
The two turned into a black streak and flew off toward the far eastern horizon.
Meanwhile, Yu Tianming's live broadcast to the entire continent hadn't stopped. Everyone watched as the two returned to their bodies, ascended as Rakshasa Gods, and declared their soul beast lineage. They heard them speak of killing the unborn Angel God.
The hearts of the people clenched with dread.
The Rakshasa was the God of Malevolence. Its strange and dark divine power could instill fear in any who saw it. As Tang San flew toward Spirit City, countless citizens began praying to the Angel God from the bottom of their hearts.
Unlike the Seagod, the Angel God didn't hold much power over the continent. Faith in the Angel God had been limited. Though the Spirit Empire had unified the land under Yu Tianming's leadership, its rule was still new, and daily faith offerings were sparse.
But now, thanks to Yu Tianming's broadcast of Ma Hongjun, Tang San, and Xiao Wu's actions, the people had quickly converted. From the depths of their hearts, they began praying for Qian Renxue's victory.
Where once faith was a trickling stream, it had now become a raging ocean. Devotion surged from every corner of the land, forming rivers of golden light that streamed toward Spirit Hall. Above the city, it became a massive vortex, flooding into the Angel Temple and pouring into Qian Renxue's body.
Initially, Qian Renxue had only specks of divine light around her. Now, infused with endless faith, it condensed into a blazing cocoon of gold—hot like fire, dazzling like the sun.
Then the cocoon dispersed. Her divine glow vanished completely, and her aura became as plain as a mortal. Her six wings slowly folded behind her, and she floated gently to the ground. Her golden boots touched down. She opened her eyes slowly.
Yu Tianming stepped forward, clapping enthusiastically
"Xue'er, congratulations. You've broken past the level 99 barrier and entered the realm of gods. Once you ascend to the Divine Realm, you'll soon reach the heights of a God King."
Qian Renxue smiled elegantly. Her noble face showed a hint of allure as she laughed lightly
"This isn't the time to celebrate. Let me finish off the Rakshasa God first—then we'll talk."
With that, she strode out of the Angel Temple.
Between Seagod Island and Douluo Continent lay a thousand miles of sea. Spirit City sat at the continent's center. For a normal Soul Sage, such a journey would take months.
But Tang San and Xiao Wu, now blessed with Rakshasa power, had gone from Soul Sages to level 100 gods. Though not yet reaching the full might of a 130+ level Rakshasa, their speed already surpassed all others. In just a few breaths, they appeared above Spirit City.
Angel and Rakshasa—pure and evil. Perhaps it was destiny. Just as Tang San arrived, Qian Renxue stepped out of the Angel Temple, rising to meet him.
Their eyes met from across the sky. Without words, they recognized each other as sworn enemies.
Xiao Wu silently took Tang San's hand. As the Rakshasa power linked between them, he instantly turned into black light and merged into her body. A massive dark scythe appeared in her hands—the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, drawn at last.
Black-red phoenix wings flared from her back. A dark-red skirt woven from Blue Silver Grass twisted like living threads. The powers of Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ma Hongjun fused into one body. With strength as their guide, Tang San took control.
Inside Spirit City, after Qian Daoliu's death, Bibi Dong—now the Grand Worshipper—stood far off, gazing into the sky. She shook her head in self-mockery
"So this is the Rakshasa Godhood I chased for half my life? Who would've thought it'd be taken by those three in just days? Rakshasa… you really make choices on a whim."
She turned away without hesitation. Her black-and-gold gown fluttered as she stepped into the darkness of the Worship Hall.
"You're the Angel God's successor?" Xiao Wu spoke with an androgynous tone, twirling the scythe and resting it behind her back. A wicked grin curled her lips. "So we're destined enemies, huh? We're both gods now. Why not shake hands and ascend peacefully together?"
"Hmph, wishful thinking. Since ancient times, good and evil cannot coexist. As the Angel God, how could I share the heavens with someone like you?" Qian Renxue's noble voice echoed across the city. "But if you abandon evil and do no harm to the people, I could tolerate your existence."
"Hahaha, what a joke. You angels really are as naive as the legends say. We've already become gods, different from mere mortals. Why should we care about the fate of ants? If we can't do as we please, then what's the point of becoming gods?"
As she spoke, Xiao Wu's eyes emitted a deep, prison-like black light. The sheer malice caused Spirit Hall's forces to cry out and collapse, clutching their heads.
Qian Renxue raised a glowing finger, and divine gold light washed over the city, instantly healing their minds.
"Rakshasa, enough words. Make your move."
"Tang Sect, Rank 2: Bodhi Blood!"
Before Qian Renxue could respond, Xiao Wu roared. Nine black-red lights shot forth like falling leaves, each flying toward Qian Renxue at a twisted angle.
This was Tang Sect's second deadliest hidden weapon—second only to the Guanyin Tear. Though less piercing, its raw power was equal. The nine leaves attacked from bizarre angles. Named Bodhi Blood not just for their shape and hue—but because even a bodhisattva would bleed if struck.
Qian Renxue's expression didn't change. A soft glow appeared on her skin, like a thin layer of porcelain. That single layer deflected all nine projectiles, which turned to black smoke and vanished.
"If that's all you've got, then accept your death—"
Before she could finish, Qian Renxue's eyes widened in disbelief. A small hole had appeared on her angelic armor—right over her heart—filled with seeping Rakshasa power.
A trace of crimson-gold blood dripped from her lips.
Tang Sect, Rank 1: Guanyin Tear.
"You didn't expect that, did you?" Xiao Wu sneered, spinning the scythe. "That first move was just a feint. While you let down your guard, I landed the real killing blow."
"Guanyin Tear…? I didn't sense any divine energy from it…" Qian Renxue's voice was calm, but the blood kept flowing. It wasn't enough to kill a god—but the Rakshasa power invading her body was already doing serious damage.
"Keh keh keh…" Xiao Wu laughed maniacally. "The taste of Rakshasa power isn't so pleasant, huh? From now on, you'll be eaten away by it. You'll only grow weaker. I don't even know how you plan to beat me. Keh keh keh… This world belongs to me now. I'll turn it into a hellscape, and their suffering will fuel my rise to God King."
Watching her cackle, Qian Renxue clutched her chest, her expression darkening.
Across the land, thanks to Yu Tianming's broadcast, the people were filled with anger and despair.
"Backstabbing coward… what kind of god is this Rakshasa?" they whispered in disgust.
As Qian Renxue seemed on the verge of defeat, even former villains from Slaughter City began praying for her victory, hoping to save the continent from becoming a Rakshasa-ruled hell.
Xiao Wu, as the Rakshasa God, could clearly see the tides of faith. When she saw the endless golden ocean rising against her, her expression changed. Determined to end things quickly, she spun the Demon Scythe into a black shadow, launching it like a serpent at Qian Renxue's throat.
"You've lost, Rakshasa," Qian Renxue whispered. Before Xiao Wu could strike, she softly murmured
"Angel Judgment."
The sun blazed infinitely. The land was bathed in endless light. Above, the blackened sky shimmered with stars that shone like suns. The combined radiance struck Xiao Wu, igniting holy flames that instantly burned away all Rakshasa power.
When the light faded, Tang San and Xiao Wu collapsed to the ground, powerless. The divine energy was gone. Their auras had fallen back to mere Soul Sages.
Qian Renxue descended, walking calmly to their side. She looked down and spoke gently
"The Rakshasa Godhood is shattered. You now have only Soul Sage cultivation—and you'll never rise higher again. I won't kill you. Leave. And don't spread evil again."
Tang San said nothing. He turned and walked away.
Xiao Wu stared blankly at the goddess before her, murmuring
"Why… why spare us? Isn't the Angel God supposed to hate evil most of all? Shouldn't you kill people like us without hesitation?"
Qian Renxue didn't answer. She turned and walked away, leaving only a distant warning
"Your sins weren't entirely your own. The Rakshasa's influence fed your darkness. What you did wasn't purely your choice. But if you ever harm the world again—I will end you myself."
Xiao Wu stood frozen, lost in thought. Tang San hesitated, then turned back, picked her up, and quickly flew away from Spirit City.
Inside the Worship Hall, a beautiful woman heard Qian Renxue's words and sighed once again.
(End of Chapter)
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