At the Jialing Pass frontlines, after the defeat of the Spirit Empire, the Third Worship ordered the army to retreat a hundred li, avoiding direct clashes with the Heaven Dou Empire. Instead, they waited quietly… waiting for something.
For now, with Bibi Dong in seclusion, healing from her wounds, and the Second Worship dead, the Third Worship had become the temporary leader of the Spirit Empire's camp, overseeing all matters.
Though Spirit Hall had lost several powerful figures in the battle at Jialing Pass—including even the rank ninety-eight Golden Crocodile Douluo—they still retained more than a dozen Titled Douluo. Their strength remained formidable.
Yet after tasting defeat, morale inevitably waned. More importantly, the strike with which Chen Feng had slain Golden Crocodile Douluo carried the power of the divine, a fused attack at the god level. That overwhelming force made even the strongest warriors tremble in fear.
That was a power none could resist!
Now, the only hope for reversal lay in either Young Mistress Qian Renxue's successful return or in Empress Bibi Dong completing her ascension to godhood.
Time slipped by, day after day.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
The Third Worship grew increasingly restless. How much longer must we wait?
The armies amassed were vast, and the daily consumption of supplies was astronomical. Already, generals and elders beneath him had urged retreat more than once.
Just as his frustration reached its peak, a sudden commotion erupted outside—the central camp roared with noise.
"What is this racket!" the Third Worship bellowed from within his command tent.
The Douluo brothers Qian Jun and Jiang Mo rushed in, faces alight with excitement. "The Young Mistress has arrived!"
"What!? Has… has the Young Mistress succeeded?" The Third Worship's eyes blazed. Not even waiting for their answer, he rushed out.
Above the Spirit Empire's camp, a blazing golden sun descended from the heavens.
A sacred aura swept over the land. Looking closely, one could see the figure of a golden being, six immense wings fanning out behind her, her entire form wreathed in golden flames, radiating dazzling divine brilliance.
Even the sun itself seemed dim beside her light.
It was Qian Renxue!
She had already become incomparably powerful, her body like a being forged of divine golden fire. Each beat of her six wings twisted the very air around her, distorting reality with golden radiance.
"Behold, the descent of the Angel God!"
The Worship elders fell to their knees at once, their voices trembling with reverence.
They had long served Qian Daoliu in the Worship Hall. How could they not recognize the Six-Winged Angel?
This was the Angel God!
Tears streamed down the Third Worship's face. Qian Renxue's ascension was cause for celebration, but he could also guess the fate of the Grand Worship, Qian Daoliu. And with the Second Worship slain as well, neither could witness the Angel God stride across the battlefield in her invincible glory.
"Long live the Spirit Empire!"
"Long live the Angel God!"
The cries spread through the Spirit Empire's army like thunder, echoing for dozens of li.
Meanwhile, in a cavern deep beneath the earth near the battlefield of Jialing Pass—
Bibi Dong sat cross-legged, her body shrouded in a cocoon of violet light.
Threads of pale white energy seeped through the soil above, flowing into her brow.
With each strand absorbed, the Rakshasa sigil on her forehead shone brighter.
"To achieve godhood as the Rakshasa, a vast death aura is required. Aside from the City of Slaughter, only the battlefield carries such abundance…"
Bibi Dong's eyes slid shut, her purple glow intensifying until it hardened into a solid shell, sealing her within.
Several days later, the earth quaked.
A beam of violet light surged skyward!
At once, the heavens darkened. Black-violet storm clouds billowed into being, spreading across the sky. An overwhelming pressure poured downward, making even Titled Douluo tremble. Within that oppressive power was the unmistakable breath of a god.
The Rakshasa God had descended.
Bibi Dong emerged, clad in dark armor, wielding the Rakshasa Scythe. She was like a sovereign empress risen from the abyss, cloaked in blood and shadow. Behind her rose illusions of surging waves of blood and countless bleached bones—phantoms of the underworld's legions. Though not real, the sight made every onlooker's skin crawl.
She was the embodiment of evil and slaughter—the Rakshasa!
At the instant of her ascension, her first act was not to return to her own camp, but to release her divine aura like a warning, pressing it down upon Jialing Pass.
The Heaven Dou Empire's powerhouses, sensing this anomaly, rushed to the battlements. United, they barely managed to withstand the pressure.
"Angel God… Rakshasa God… Spirit Hall has actually birthed two gods!"
Despair flickered across the faces of the Heaven Dou elites. Their expressions were bleak. Yet they did not fall into hopelessness entirely—for Chen Feng was still undergoing his final inheritance. If he succeeded in becoming the Shura God, there would still be a chance to fight back.
Still, doubt gnawed at their hearts. Once at the god level, would Chen Feng truly retain the power to fight two gods at once, as he had before?
Dark clouds pressed low, covering the land in violet. Bibi Dong, armored head to toe, her eyes glacial, gazed coldly upon Jialing Pass.
Her divine consciousness swept outward in waves, probing even a thousand meters beneath the earth without pause.
To her, Titled Douluo were now meaningless—ants she could crush at any time.
Only Chen Feng mattered.
He had inherited the Shura God's legacy—a colossal threat. By her judgment, he had to be nearby. With war looming, he could not have strayed far.
Tendrils of violet divine light pulsed outward like a creeping mist, seeping through the walls of Jialing Pass, enveloping every Titled Douluo within.
The so-called armies of a million men were powerless before her will. If she wished, a single thought could wipe out entire legions of spirit masters.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a radiant brilliance like the blazing sun cut across the sky.
Qian Renxue, the Six-Winged Angel God, soared from the Spirit Empire's camp, alighting at Bibi Dong's side.
Though she felt no warmth toward Bibi Dong, for the sake of the Spirit Empire's grand cause—and to honor Qian Daoliu's last will—Qian Renxue chose to set aside enmity, at least for now.
The greater enemy had to be dealt with first.
As she looked at her daughter, Bibi Dong's eyes softened slightly. For an instant, her gaze even carried a hint of pride. Her daughter, too, had become a god—the Angel God!
Qian Renxue's expression, however, remained cold. "We must first find Chen Feng. As long as he lives, even if we conquer the world, peace will never be ours."
Bibi Dong was briefly stunned, but then her eyes regained their cruel, dark gleam.
The Rakshasa God and the Angel God extended their divine senses together.
That day, the skies above Jialing Pass were split—half veiled in violet darkness, half blazing with golden light.
As their divine thoughts swept across the land, from Titled Douluo to common soldiers, all shuddered under the pressure, hardly daring to move.