Douluo: The Glory of the Peerless Angel

"I see……"

Ling Bai's golden eyes surged with emotion. He listened to Bibi Dong recount the story after the battle between the two gods and learned the origin of his abilities. At this moment, his heart was filled with boundless waves.

Bibi Dong's red lips curled slightly, and her openwork purple high heels swayed gently: "You are lucky. If it weren't for the voluntary fusion of the Angelic Holy Sword, you would have died long ago on that night when you were abandoned by your parents."

After accepting Xue'er's Angelic Holy Sword and my Rakshasa Demon Scythe, the blood flowing in your veins is no longer inferior, but the divine blood of angels and Rakshasa, twin god-level martial souls, a monster unparalleled in the Douluo Continent.

Little one, you inherited the bloodline of both the angel and the demon, making you a child conceived by both of us, mother and daughter. Having received so many blessings, you should do something to help us.

Find a descendant of the Holy Angels and bring her to Jialing Pass.

Ling Bai pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his head to look directly at Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face, and said, "Your Holiness, your request is not difficult to fulfill. However, I am personally curious: what do you intend to do with the Holy Angel, given your insistence on finding her?"

"What are you doing...?"

Bibi Dong gazed up at the white dome of the Papal Palace, feeling lost and dejected: "In these ten thousand years, I have thought of Xue'er countless times, and regretted countless times that I was not kinder to her back then. It was only under the Shura Sword, when we were separated by life and death, that I heard her call out 'Mother'."

Xue'er is gone, and I can never repay her for what I owe her. I can only offer some small compensation to the descendant of the child she chose.

People always learn to cherish things after they've lost them, and Ling Bai understood this clearly.

"I understand, I will find the Holy Angel."

"It would be best if they came at level 70 or 90, so that my compensation can be most effective."

"it is good."

Ling Bai nodded, then suddenly felt a force coming from his hand. It was the same hand that had held Xue Di's hand earlier. But Xue Di wasn't concerned with such a trivial detail as holding hands; she was conveying a signal.

Don't forget the important matter.

Ling Bai received the signal, gently tapped Xue Di's cool hand with his finger, signaling her to calm down, and then turned to Bibi Dong and said:

"Your Holiness, your resurrection was due to absorbing the evil thoughts of heaven and earth through your Rakshasa divine position. If you were to lose your Rakshasa divine position, would it have any negative impact on you?"

"No, I have already stabilized my soul," Bibi Dong said casually. "In fact, the Rakshasa Godhood is of very limited use to me now. I have no chance of becoming a god again because I am bound by the power of the Asura God."

"Then, I wish to inherit your Rakshasa godhood and rebuild the broken angel godhood. What do you think?"

The Papal Palace remained silent for a long time. The Bone Dragon of Death Prison sensibly lowered its breathing, afraid of breaking the silence. Xue Di unconsciously tightened her grip on Ling Bai's hand, the veins on the back of her fair hand standing out.

With the previous Rakshasa God within reach, Xue Di truly saw the hope of Ling Bai becoming a god. She had failed to condense her second soul core and was driven to the deepest despair. In the end, she agreed to cooperate with humans to achieve godhood. When everything finally changed, she desperately wanted to grasp that ray of light.

Bibi Dong scanned the three figures in the center of the hall, not giving the Death Prison Bone Dragon a second. Her gaze swept over the Snow Empress, whose body trembled slightly with excitement, and then lingered on Ling Bai for a long time, her golden eyes, glowing with molten red, seemed to be burning.

"I really like your eyes because I can see your wild ambition in them. It makes me feel that if I refuse, you will dare to bare your fangs and tear me apart and plunder me."

"Your Holiness is overthinking this. You are the senior, and I am the junior. There is no reason for a junior to usurp the divine position of a senior."

"Is that so?" Bibi Dong smiled noncommittally. "You might think that way, but the Ice and Snow Maiden beside you might not. Through the Rakshasa God's position, I've seen many interesting stories from the divine realm."

For example, the divine realm explicitly stipulates that soul beasts can never become gods, but in order to gain immortality and divine power, soul beasts will do anything, such as the Soft Bone Rabbit sacrificing itself, or the Azure Bull Python and Titan Giant Ape offering sacrifices.

"It's perfectly normal for someone to vie for a divine position."

Upon hearing this, the Snow Empress's eyes were filled with an inscrutable expression. If Bibi Dong refused to relinquish her divine position, for her own sake and for the future of the Northern Soul Beasts, she would definitely incite Ling Bai to take action.

"Enough, there's no need to divide us over the position of god," Bibi Dong said. "My era was ten thousand years ago, so occupying the position of god is useless now. It's better to choose you as my successor. After all, as I said, you are also my child."

With a flick of her jade finger, a purplish-black star gently fell between Ling Bai's eyebrows.

Ling Bai's expression instantly turned strange, and the corner of his mouth twitched:

"The first test of Rakshasa will bring the owner of the Holy Angel Martial Soul to Jialing Pass for ten years. The reward is 100% Rakshasa affinity and the opening of the Rakshasa Godhood inheritance."

Is the succession of deities really this casual...?

"I, the Pope, am a Rakshasa god; I decide how the test is conducted!"

Bibi Dong's domineering aura drew sidelong glances from Ling Bai and Xue Di.

"Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope."

"Don't give me that. Just do the job I've given you well," Bibi Dong hinted.

Ling Bai secretly made an OK sign with his free hand.

The victor is king, the loser is villain. After ten thousand years of propaganda by the supporters of the sea god, Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa goddess, has a terrible reputation. She is known as the calamity instigator, a warmonger, an evil god, and has hundreds of unpleasant titles on her head.

In case the Holy Angel also considers her a sinner of Douluo Continent, Bibi Dong hopes Ling Bai will beautify her image.

The atmosphere became harmonious again, and Ling Bai continued, "Do you know the whereabouts of the shattered angelic throne?"

Bibi Dong pursed her lips and slowly said, "Back then, Tang San shattered the Angel God's position. The original broken Angel God's position was inside Xue'er's body. She died at Jialing Pass, so the God's position naturally ended up here, and I will guard it for her."

A thousand years ago, I was using the Rakshasa's divine position to absorb the evil thoughts of heaven and earth to reshape my body when a soul beast suddenly broke into Jialing Pass. Taking advantage of my distraction, it stole the Angel's divine position and fled far away.

"Which soul beast is so audacious as to dare to steal a god's position?" Ling Bai asked in surprise. "Emperor Tian, ​​Evil Emperor, Demon Emperor?"

The only beasts he could think of were the two super ferocious beasts ranked first among the ten most ferocious beasts, and the ocean overlord, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

"No, that soul beast's name is the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King."

"This sounds familiar. It's like the soul beast that lurked in the City of Slaughter ten thousand years ago, controlling the level 99 Title Douluo Tang Chen to become the King of Slaughter. Wasn't it killed by Tang San?"

"You know quite a lot."

Bibi Dong tapped rhythmically on the Pope's throne with her fingers and said coldly, "The Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King is the guardian soul beast of the previous Rakshasa God. Its status in the City of Slaughter is similar to that of the Demon Soul Great White Shark King, a sacred beast of Seagod Island, but its strength is much greater. Otherwise, it would not have been able to control Tang Chen."

The Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King possesses a unique soul skill: rebirth through a drop of blood.

Tang San did not completely kill it. After its rebirth, the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King hid in the ruins of the Slaughter City, absorbing the surging sea of ​​blood to grow, and its cultivation increased by leaps and bounds.

Ling Bai smiled helplessly. This was another one of Tang San's schemes. The Immortal Herb Snow-Colored Swan Kiss had triggered the Blood Sea beneath the Slaughter City to continue to grow, and the Blood Sea had swallowed up the Slaughter City. In the end, it all benefited the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King.

Bibi Dong then recounted the past in detail: "In just a few thousand years, the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King broke through several great tribulations in succession. It was too impatient and overestimated its own bloodline. When it found that it could not break through the seven hundred thousand-year tribulation no matter how hard it tried, it set its sights on the position of god."

The Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King knew I was dead, so it came to Jialing Pass aiming for the Rakshasa God's position. It never expected that I would be resurrected and that the Rakshasa God's position would still belong to me.

The guardian spirit beasts were absolutely restrained by the deities they were worshipped, and the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King dared not lay a hand on its master. However, it discovered Xue'er's shattered angelic divine position and seized the opportunity to kidnap her...

"pity……"

Ling Bai and Xue Di both sighed in unison.

Bibi Dong's tone was chilling: "The Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King is an evil soul beast that devours the blood of living beings. Its ability is known as the ultimate blood in this era. Its control over blood is unparalleled, and it is also skilled in mental attacks."

If you wish to reshape the angelic order, then the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King is the enemy you must face.

Its soul rings and soul bones are extremely beneficial to the Spider Emperor Martial Soul I bestowed upon you. That beast dared to steal Xue'er's divine position; it's a good opportunity to kill it as well.

Ling Bai nodded repeatedly and asked a crucial question: "Where is the territory of that blood-red nine-headed bat king?"

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow: "I can't leave Jialing Pass, so you'll have to find it yourself. I suspect it's still the old site of the Slaughter City; that's the most suitable place for it."

"understood."

"Alright, let's leave Jialing Pass. I hope you can bring the person I want to see next time we meet."

Bibi Dong waved her hand, and the doors of the Papal Palace swung open with a bang, revealing six embarrassed Spirit Hall elders, including the heavily injured Thousand Jun Demon Subduer. The six elders were all craning their necks and eavesdropping on the conversation.

"I...I did not eavesdrop."

Golden Crocodile Douluo coughed lightly and straightened his clothes: "Come, come, let us old guys see you off."

The six elders escorted Ling Bai away, asking him all sorts of questions along the way, such as whether the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School treated him well, and whether any forces in the Douluo Continent were targeting him, specifically mentioning the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy.

After hearing that everything was going well for Ling Bai, Golden Crocodile Douluo was still worried and escorted him to Jialing City. Before parting, he raised his fist, the size of a vinegar jar, and instructed Ling Bai:

The old guys can't leave here, but if Ling Bai is in danger, they can find a way to lure him to Jialing City. They'll let the newcomer know what the lingering power of the Spirit Hall is!

As the figures of the six elders faded into the distance, Ling Bai sighed slightly. Ten thousand years had passed, yet the elders of the Spirit Hall still held the Six-Winged Angels in high regard. This was all the wealth accumulated by the sages of the past.

A moment later, he sensed something struggling in his hand. He turned his head and met Xue Di's piercing gaze.

"How does it feel?"

His tone was chilly, like a biting wind from the far north.

"It feels warm and smooth to the touch, cool and tender, like the finest jade."

Xue Di was furious. "How did you actually start commenting?" she thought, and then quickly withdrew from the conversation.

"It's really hard to find a chance to shake your hand for a while." Ling Bai said with some regret. The Ice and Snow Maiden was born with fair and icy skin, and the Snow Emperor's skin was the best among women.

The Snow Empress was speechless for a long time before finally saying softly, "Haven't you shaken hands enough? And you've been doing it for a long time, from the Papal Palace until now."

"Let's wait a little longer then. Today we've resolved a major problem that's been weighing on our minds. No matter what the outcome of the angelic position is, at least we've secured the Rakshasa position."

Want to celebrate with a drink?

Ling Bai reached out to Xue Di, inviting her to join him. Xue Di glared at him, but gently placed her hand on his, signifying that her wish had been granted.

Clad in pristine white robes, her long, flowing black hair cascading down her back, the Snow Emperor's eyes shimmered with a relieved smile as she softly spoke:

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll make an exception and grant your request."

In another month or two, after you break through to Soul Saint, I will give you the Soul Ring, and then I can learn health preservation and chess like Elder Yi.

"You didn't lie to me back in the far north. You accepted the test from Rakshasa, and your path to godhood has become stable. The future of the people of the far north is entrusted to you, and I no longer have to bear the pressure..."

"You are also a spirit beast from the far north. Shouldn't you be included among the spirit beasts I entrust to?"

"greedy."

Xue Di gave a light rebuke, but the smile on her red lips couldn't be suppressed. She looked up at the boundless starry sky, her gaze distant.

They walked slowly, like ordinary people taking a stroll. Ling Bai first found the battlefield where he fought Qianjun Jiangmo, using his Angelic Domain to erase the traces of Xue Di and the Death Prison Bone Dragon. Afterwards, they entered a proper restaurant, ordered some local specialties of Jialing City, and celebrated their great victory on the path to godhood with Xue Di.

"Click—"

Ling Bai noticed something unusual in his storage soul tool and took out a white jade bracelet that had been broken in two.

"What's wrong?"

Xue Di cast her gaze over, her slender fingers holding a wine glass filled with a rich, red liquid.

"It's alright. The twin soul tools shattered, but someone from the Star Luo Empire sent me a signal."

……

Jialing Pass.

After the six elders saw Ling Bai off, they dispersed, but Golden Crocodile Douluo knocked on the door of the Papal Palace alone.

The door opened, and Bibi Dong saw Golden Crocodile Douluo, asking directly, "Golden Crocodile, what brings you here alone?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo produced a ball of dancing flame, which was a translucent golden color like glass and released a pure, sacred aura. Six-winged light and shadow occasionally appeared in the flame.

He said he would definitely keep his promise, and I hope that will put your mind at ease.

Golden Crocodile Douluo carefully lifted the ball of flame, and the flame seemed to sense something, transforming into a small six-winged angel, which obediently fell into Bibi Dong's palm.

Bibi Dong sat quietly on the papal throne, her gaze lingering on the little angel for a moment. Ten thousand years ago, the six-winged angel was her midnight nightmare, but ten thousand years later, it was her undying obsession.

A purple halo rippled out from Bibi Dong's body, and the once magnificent Papal Palace suddenly turned gray, revealing a broken sky and numerous craters on the ground. A purple figure was pinned to the ground by a blood-red longsword, and skeletons lay silently all around, most of them broken and mangled.

"She's a smart and thoughtful child..."

The figure pinned by the longsword slowly spoke; it was Bibi Dong. The high and mighty figure on the Pope's throne was all an illusion; this was her true state—a miserable loser under the Asura Sword.

As Golden Crocodile Douluo looked around, he saw countless Imperial soldiers standing before him. They were long dead, but their remaining obsessions had been resurrected by the Rakshasa's evil power. They raised their heads, their expressions filled with anger and resentment.

Bibi Dong said calmly, "Golden Crocodile, you've all overheard this, haven't you? He wants to rebuild the angelic throne, so the fate of you, the worshippers, and all the countless soldiers and resurrected Rakshasa is already sealed."

Golden Crocodile Douluo spread his arms wide and laughed loudly:

"To become a part of the angelic divine position..."

That would be an immense honor for us!

(End of this chapter)