Chapter 119: Hatred Beyond the Extreme, Second Life Bibi Dong
A gentle halo of light, like a mother's hand, softly caressed the mist's delicate skin. The illusionary space exuded an almost tangible sense of beauty. In the distance, a towering palace could be seen faintly through the glow—both real and unreal.
The pavilions and towers were majestic, bathed in dense energy that flowed tangibly through the air like a celestial realm. Any Rank 99 Extreme Douluo who reached this place and absorbed divine power step-by-step could ascend to godhood.
This was the Divine Realm—an otherworldly realm above the Douluo Continent where those who reached Rank 100 ascended.
The palaces in the Divine Realm varied: some stood among the stars above the clouds, others floated atop roaring seas. The nature of a god's palace often reflected their divine identity.
One palace in a dark underground region stood apart. Entirely engulfed in blackness, this enormous structure was built of purplish-black stone, lacking any elegance and instead appearing terrifying, with cold winds constantly howling from within.
Inside the palace stood a tall figure, cloaked in a flowing purple-black robe that accentuated her curvaceous, graceful body.
However, her strikingly seductive figure was betrayed by a face twisted in grotesque horror—green skin, fanged mouth—a demonic visage straight from hell.
She was the Rakshasa God, one of the Divine Realm's first-level gods, a peer of the Asura God, and one of the most powerful beings below the God Kings.
Because gods are creatures of appearance, and most ascended from the mortal world, Rakshasa's monstrous face made her widely unpopular. Gods whose powers opposed hers actively targeted her, while those with no conflict still avoided her, rarely showing her any courtesy. As such, her life in the Divine Realm was miserable.
"Hmph. Asura, if you won't let me have peace, don't think you will either."
Rakshasa God sneered, her fingers tapping the throne's armrest. A few days ago, she had sabotaged Tang Chen, the most promising Asura God successor in millennia. Now it was time for her next move.
Suddenly, Rakshasa sensed an emotion surpassing even the most extreme hatred. This hatred had penetrated every inch of the soul and bones—it was so intense that even she, a god of evil, found it hard to believe.
Someone on Douluo Star… who?
Looking toward the mortal realm, her divine gaze quickly locked onto the soul radiating such overwhelming malice.
"So, it's her... Bibi Dong? I never expected her hatred to reach such terrifying levels."
Two years ago, when Bibi Dong had been sealed in a chamber by Bone Douluo, her bloodlust was so potent it didn't even need Slaughter City to awaken the Killing God Domain. Back then, Rakshasa had considered her a potential successor.
But after Bone Douluo crippled Bibi Dong, Rakshasa lost interest. Why waste divine energy fixing someone whose best-case outcome was only becoming another average first-level god?
Sure, Bibi Dong had suffered, but there were plenty of women worse off on Douluo. The slave girls trained by the Heaven Dou Auction House had it worse, and their descendants lived in endless cycles of suffering. Compared to them, Bibi Dong was nothing.
Yet Rakshasa hadn't expected Bibi Dong's hatred to become this strong—even her soul brimmed with it.
"Ahahahaha! Douluo Continent truly produces remarkable people. First that foolish Angel God, now a self-righteous white lotus like Bibi Dong."
Rakshasa couldn't help laughing. She had never expected the mortal realm to produce someone like Bibi Dong.
With hatred etched into every fiber of her soul, if nurtured properly, Bibi Dong could rival the Asura God—perhaps even challenge the power of a God King.
Moreover, unlike Rakshasa, whose appearance was terrifying, Bibi Dong's reformed body would reflect her soul. Her divine form would be breathtaking—rivaling even the Goddess of Life in beauty, with not a single flaw.
"Rise again, my chosen. Let evil spread across the continent. Let tragedy consume Douluo. Make it mine."
Rakshasa channeled her divine power into Bibi Dong's soul, forming a new body from her godly energy. Unlike the one ruined by years of torment, this vessel was even more alluring than her original—perfectly sculpted with divine precision.
Youthful and flawless, Bibi Dong's new form looked around twenty years old, with features so beautiful they could rival any goddess. Her skin was like warm jade, supple and smooth, utterly without blemish.
Only Xiao Wu—whose form was based directly on a god's standard—could possibly match her in allure.
"My inheritance requires devouring the soul of a Six-Winged Angel. But the Angel God's line has grown powerful… this may be difficult."
Rakshasa narrowed her eyes. "Death Spider Emperor and Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor… one targets the body, the other the soul. I no longer need the Death Spider Emperor. Bibi Dong has the potential to surpass me—she will inherit my martial soul and my divine seat. Let her be the one to destroy the Angel God's pathetic descendants and erase their bloodline forever."
Under Rakshasa God's intense manipulation, Bibidong was reborn with the martial soul Devouring Spider Emperor and the inheritance of the Rakshasa God. Her mind was flooded with a looping replay of her torment in the secret chamber of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Hahaha, Asura! I've found a successor who will rival you—no, surpass you! Go ahead and explode with jealousy, old bastard!"
"AHHH—Ning Fengzhi! Gu Rong! I'll kill you! I'll slaughter all of you!! I'll annihilate every last soul of the Ning clan!!"
In her spiritual world, Bibidong stared at the scene of her humiliation, her expression twisting into madness. Her resentment and killing intent surged into a tangible force. Even Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi would be shocked if they could sense it.
Suddenly, the image shattered, and a gentle voice sounded.
"Dong'er, from today onward, I will be your teacher. You are the current Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall."
Bibidong's crazed expression froze. The scene shifted to when she had first arrived at Spirit Hall and was accepted as a disciple by Qian Xunji.
"What is this?"
The imagery continued to change—another storyline.
In this timeline, Bibidong had not been sold to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect but was instead taken in as Qian Xunji's disciple, granted the title of Holy Maiden, and lavished with Spirit Hall's endless favor. She held supreme status and unlimited resources.
Qian Xunji bestowed upon her three spirit bones, each no less than a top-tier inheritance bone from the Clear Sky Sect. Under this wealth of resources, she quickly shattered Tang Hao's record and was hailed as a peerless genius of Spirit Hall, expected to reach Titled Douluo before the age of 40.
Her talent was so extraordinary that not only the elders of Spirit Hall, but even the consecrated of the Hall of Worship, regarded her differently. Among them, the Radiant Plume Douluo frequently left the temple just to tease Bibidong—her only known contact among the consecrated.
As the images continued, childhood, adolescence—everything felt so real. Bibidong gradually realized that this must be an alternate timeline. In this version, she was never sold to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect but was instead groomed by Qian Xunji within Spirit Hall.
Bibidong, whose mind had been dominated by madness and revenge, had no energy to question why she was seeing this alternative path.
As the images played on, her expression softened slightly. The chaos in her mind eased. She once again saw him—the dazzling glow of intelligence, the unmatched genius of the continent—Yu Xiaogang.
Her encounter with Yu Xiaogang in this version mirrored their story from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect timeline, as if cut from the same mold.
Yu Xiaogang had come to Spirit Hall in search of a way to fix his flawed spirit. There, he met her. She used her authority to give him access to theoretical materials—Spirit Hall's most secret knowledge was at his fingertips.
The secrets of the Seraphim spirit, the mystery of godhood at Rank 100, the six sacred spirit bones of the Qian family—all of it, Bibidong had laid bare for him.
Later, Spirit Hall dispatched two thousand spirit masters and two Titled Douluo to the expedition to Sea God Island. She and Yu Xiaogang narrowly survived after nearly perishing, saved only by their personal guards' sacrifices.
That life-and-death experience brought them closer than ever.
Watching all this, Bibidong's cheeks flushed red. Her spring-water-like eyes gently closed. Hands over her heart, she looked like a maiden in love. The terrifying femme fatale vanished—replaced by a gentle, captivating beauty that could stir any man's heart.
"Xiaogang..."
Bibidong reached out to touch Yu Xiaogang's handsome face—but it was just a dream, an illusion.
The image moved forward again. One starless night, Qian Xunji suddenly came to question her relationship with Yu Xiaogang. She boldly, yet shyly, admitted they were in love.
Qian Xunji's face turned stormy. He proclaimed she was Spirit Hall's unmatched genius, blessed with twin spirits, and forbade her from having any relationship with outside men—especially anyone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. She would never be allowed to leave Spirit Hall.
She argued with him, saying, "I love Yu Xiaogang. Even if it means leaving Spirit Hall, I will be with him!"
Qian Xunji laughed maniacally, struck her unconscious, and dragged her to a secret chamber, intending to violate her.
"No! Don't! NO!!"
Bibidong clutched her head, her bloodshot eyes wide in horror, screaming as the scene replayed.
Just as Qian Xunji was about to act, the real-world Bibidong, now reawakened from her slumber, bolted upright, her emotions surging wildly.
"NO—!"
She gasped for breath, looked around, and froze.
Moments later, she glanced at her hands. Her soul power was around level 70. With a surge, her twin spirits manifested: Devouring Spider Emperor and... an unfamiliar spirit—her former Death Spider Emperor was gone, replaced by something new, and without any spirit rings.
"Hahaha... ahahahaha!!"
Bibidong dropped to her knees, covering her face, weeping and laughing at once. The malice emanating from her now surged to new heights—even the Rakshasa God was shaken.
What happened? Bibidong's resentment had multiplied again!
"Why?! Why do you all treat me this way? Why do you insist on tearing Xiaogang and me apart?!"
"Is it so wrong for me to be with him in this world?!"
Her voice dropped to a deadly whisper, her smile twisted and manic.
"Fine then... I'll destroy this world and build a new one—just for me and Xiaogang."
"Hahaha! Hahaha!! HAHAHA—!!"
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