Bibi Dong sat alone in her lavish chambers within Spirit Hall, her hand trembling as it rested on her swollen belly. The crimson orb's flash had unlocked a torrent of memories from her future self—vivid, painful visions that crashed over her like a relentless storm. She clutched her head, eyes squeezed shut, as the fragments of her doomed life replayed in agonizing detail.
First came the memories of her daughter, Qian Renxue. In that future, she had given birth to her after Qian Xunji's vile assault, but instead of love, Bibi Dong had poured hatred into the child. "You are nothing but a reminder of my shame," she had once whispered coldly to the young girl, pushing her away, neglecting her emotional needs.
Qian Renxue grew up attached to her grandfather Qian Daoliu, resenting her mother for the abandonment. Bibi Dong saw the scenes: their glaring confrontations, the moment she released her spirit power in fury, only to retract it when Qian Renxue bled, tears streaming down her face.
"Why did I let my pain poison you?" Bibi Dong murmured aloud, her voice breaking. Regret clawed at her—regret for not being the mother Qian Renxue deserved, for letting trauma turn her heart to ice.
The visions shifted to her battles against Tang San, the boy who would become her nemesis. She recalled ordering the Spirit Hall team to cripple or kill him during the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, her voice commanding and ruthless: "Destroy him and all he holds dear." Yet he survived, growing stronger.
The final clashes replayed—their fierce duels where her Rakshasa God powers clashed with his Sea God Trident, her Death Spider Emperor weaving webs of poison only to be shattered by his divine light. "You took everything from me!" she had screamed in one memory, her body pierced, Spirit Hall crumbling around her. The defeat burned; Tang San's victory sealed her death and the fall of her empire. "If only I had struck sooner," Bibi Dong whispered, fists clenching.
Worse still were the memories of Yu Xiaogang, the man she once loved with all her heart. He had promised eternal devotion, swearing, "I will stand by you, no matter the cost." But when Qian Xunji forced her to end their relationship to protect him, Yu Xiaogang believed she had abandoned him, fleeing in weakness. "You left me to rot!" Bibi Dong had accused him in a later confrontation, her heart wavering even then.
He broke his promise by never returning, by allying with her enemies, his theories aiding Tang San's rise. She hated him for his cowardice, for not fighting for her, blaming his frailty for her isolation and eventual corruption. "Your weakness doomed Spirit Hall—and me," she seethed in the memory, tears of betrayal mixing with rage. Now, in this moment, hatred surged anew: He was the root of her pain, his broken vows leading to her death and the destruction of everything she built.
Overarching all were her regrets—a deep, soul-crushing sorrow. "I was naive... foolish," Bibi Dong sobbed quietly, rocking back and forth. She regretted her corruption by the Rakshasa God, the evils she committed in pursuit of power, the lives destroyed. Most of all, she regretted not protecting her child, not fighting her fate sooner. "I could have been better... for you, my daughter," she whispered, though in this timeline, her twins stirred within her, unaware. The visions showed her final moments: apologizing for her sins, finding fleeting peace before death. "No more regrets. I will change this," she vowed through gritted teeth.
A knock echoed at the door, pulling her from the abyss. Qian Xunji entered, his angelic robes flowing, a false smile on his face as he "checked" on his favored disciple. But he paused, eyes narrowing at her disheveled state—sweat on her brow, eyes wild with aggression from the memories.
"What troubles you, Bibi Dong?" Qian Xunji asked coldly, his voice laced with authority. "You look... unhinged. Compose yourself. As my disciple and the future of Spirit Hall, you must behave appropriately. Do not let this pregnancy weaken your resolve."
Bibi Dong's head snapped up, her purple eyes blazing with barely contained fury. "Behave?" she echoed inwardly, but outwardly, she forced a nod, her voice steady yet laced with venom. "Of course, Master. It's... nothing."
As he left with a dismissive wave, Bibi Dong's hatred ignited to its core. "You monster," she hissed under her breath once alone. "In this timeline too, you think you control me? I can't escape your shadow yet, but I will." She paced, her mind racing with plans. After the birth, when the opportunity arose—perhaps during a ritual or his moment of vulnerability—she would strike. "I'll kill you, seal your soul in the Secret Chamber, twist you into a tool for Spirit Hall. Your power will be mine, and I'll rule unchallenged."
Her thoughts turned to her unborn children, a soft smile breaking through the rage. "My sun and seraph... Yoriichi, Rexune," she whispered, caressing her belly. "I'll raise you with love, not the neglect I gave in my past. You'll trust me completely—I'll teach you strength, loyalty, the secrets of Spirit Hall. No secrets between us, no distance. You'll love me as I love you, and together, we'll crush any who threaten us." She envisioned training them personally, showering them with affection, ensuring their bond was unbreakable. "No one will take you from me. You'll be my legacy, my redemption."
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