Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I Am the White Emperor of Heaven!

In an instant, nearly every hair on Dai Chengfeng's body stood on end. Goosebumps erupted across his skin, and the blood in his veins boiled within his heart.

Recalling how Bibi Dong had placed such importance on this door, warning him multiple times…

And now, Dai Chengfeng could clearly sense two distinctly different yet eerily intertwined auras emanating from behind the door—one divine and the other malevolent.

Who could it be?

The answer was almost obvious.

It could only be… the Rakshasa God!

Bam—

The next second, with a deafening roar, the iron door burst open.

A wave of soul-freezing evil energy surged toward Dai Chengfeng, carrying with it countless anguished screams, as if it were the essence of the deepest, darkest hell.

Even though Dai Chengfeng could easily refine killing intent, he still felt a bone-chilling terror grip him at that moment.

And it wasn't just his imagination.

Instantly, his skin erupted in dense networks of bloody marks, as if countless tiny blades of malevolent energy were slicing through his body.

"What is this…?"

Dai Chengfeng's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with heightened vigilance. His soul power surged wildly, attempting to resist the encroaching evil energy.

However, in the face of this overwhelmingly terrifying malevolence, Dai Chengfeng was virtually powerless.

The evil energy crashed over him like a tsunami, effortlessly breaking through his defenses, threatening to tear him apart entirely.

But just as Dai Chengfeng felt himself on the verge of being consumed by this overwhelming force, his consciousness beginning to blur…

The next moment, the Asura power within him seemed to sense the presence of its natural enemy and erupted violently.

Like an ancient, awakened beast, it surged forth from his dantian, coursing through his body.

The previously unstoppable malevolent energy was instantly suppressed, as if it were inherently countered by the Asura power. It crumbled before the onslaught, unable to withstand even a fraction of its might.

Only after all the invading malevolence within Dai Chengfeng's body had been completely eradicated did the Asura power subside back into stillness.

"Indeed…"

A cold, mocking voice—inhuman and brimming with amusement—echoed from within the doorway.

"How intriguing!"

"Truly fascinating!"

There was an unexpected spark of interest in the voice, growing more excited with each word. "To desecrate a god… and one aligned with Asura, no less…"

"Little one, you are by far the most entertaining ant I've ever encountered~"

"Don't die too soon!"

As the voice faded, everything vanished in an instant.

There wasn't a single scratch on Dai Chengfeng's body, as if the malevolent energy had never existed. Only the complete exhaustion of his soul power served as a reminder that what had just transpired was real.

"Is it finally over?"

Drenched in cold sweat, Dai Chengfeng's face was deathly pale. After exhaling deeply, his vision darkened, and he collapsed forward, utterly spent.

At this moment, Bibi Dong sensed something amiss behind her and quickly turned around, catching the collapsing Dai Chengfeng in her arms.

"What happened to you?"

Bibi Dong stared at Dai Chengfeng's bloodless face, puzzled. But then, as if struck by a sudden realization, she urgently asked:

"You… saw Him, didn't you?"

Dai Chengfeng weakly shook his head, his trembling lips barely able to form words: "Teacher, I just saw the door you mentioned earlier… and then… the door opened!"

"The door opened?"

Bibi Dong was utterly shocked, her voice involuntarily rising. Her face was filled with disbelief. "Then how are you still…?"

She wanted to ask, how was Dai Chengfeng still alive?

After all, this was the Rakshasa God, and Bibi Dong knew His nature well—He was anything but benevolent.

Once He set His sights on someone, how could they possibly escape unscathed?

But before she could finish, Dai Chengfeng could no longer hold on and fell unconscious.

Seeing Dai Chengfeng collapse into unconsciousness, Bibi Dong suppressed her curiosity for now and prepared to take him back to rest.

She would wait until he woke up to ask for details.

But just then…

Suddenly, Bibi Dong's entire body trembled. A sinister black light flashed in her eyes, as if capable of devouring all light.

Before her, countless streams of malevolent energy coalesced into a line of text:

"The content of the fifth trial has changed: Absorb a certain power from the boy before you and master it within five years."

"The fifth trial has changed? And it's been accelerated by five years?"

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes lit up. Previously, her fifth trial as the Rakshasa God's disciple required her to consume the life force of enough evil spirit masters, with a time limit of ten years.

This meant the Rakshasa God believed it would take her a decade to complete.

Even if she could finish faster, it was highly likely she'd still have to wait ten years before progressing to the sixth trial.

After all, she couldn't contact the Rakshasa God whenever she pleased.

But now, the trial had suddenly been shortened to five years, greatly accelerating her divine ascension process. This meant she would achieve godhood five years earlier than expected.

For her, this was undoubtedly fantastic news.

But soon, confusion filled her mind.

"Absorb a certain power from Dai Chengfeng?"

Bibi Dong murmured to herself, "What power? Soul power?"

But almost immediately, she dismissed the idea. Soul power alone couldn't possibly shorten her divine trial by five years.

Moreover, if it were soul power, there would be no need to emphasize mastering it specifically.

As a Title Douluo, mastering soul power was as simple as breathing for her.

The Rakshasa God wouldn't be so trivial.

Unable to understand, Bibi Dong's mind swirled with various speculations.

Ultimately, "What power is it, and how am I supposed to absorb it?"

Bibi Dong stared at the black text before her, frowning as she tried to ask for clarification.

However, the black text quickly disappeared, leaving Bibi Dong without any answers.

"Damn it!"

Bibi Dong cursed furiously, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails nearly pierced her palms.

But there was nothing she could do. After all, despite being the mighty Pope of the Spirit Hall, the being she faced was a true god.

"What kind of power could interest the Rakshasa God so much?"

"And how exactly am I supposed to absorb it?"

Bibi Dong gazed at the unconscious Dai Chengfeng cradled in her arms, her eyes flickering with thought.

"Could it be…"

Instinctively, she recalled the mysterious power Dai Chengfeng had once displayed—a power that seemed born solely for slaughter.

"Divine power?!"

The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Perhaps only divine power would catch the attention of the Rakshasa God.

"But how do you absorb divine power?"

After a long moment of contemplation, Bibi Dong remained clueless. With a soft sigh, she gently lifted Dai Chengfeng into her arms and carried him toward her private chambers.

Along the way, she occasionally glanced down at the unconscious Dai Chengfeng in her arms, her mind clouded with questions.

Meanwhile, the guards within the Pope's Hall watched as Bibi Dong carried Dai Chengfeng. They were momentarily stunned, envy flashing in their eyes.

But they were well aware of Bibi Dong's temperament.

Not daring to look for long, they silently lowered their heads, watching her leave while wondering among themselves:

"Could it be that the Pope has taken a liking to younger men…?"

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