Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 509 Rakshasa God

Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall.

The noble pope, seated on his throne, raised the scepter, representing the supreme authority of the Spirit Hall, high into the sky, as if inheriting the will of heaven, earth, and all living beings.

"Rakshasa, divine soul!"

Evil thoughts, malice, pain, despair, and flickering emotions intertwined in Bibi Dong's mind. The projection of Rakshasa's consciousness found the weakness in her mind and continuously eroded Bibi Dong's will.

"Damn it!"

She roared with indignation, "If Han Tao can kill the consciousness projection of a god, so can I!"

"Hehehe"

The laughter emanating from the Rakshasa God seemed to appear and disappear, like a fleeting illusion.

“Bibi Dong, I see a shadow in your heart…”

The illusion drew her thoughts to the secret room.

The shadow gradually enlarged...
A flaw in the mind is an opportunity for the divine to take advantage of.

Bibi Dong's consciousness was gradually fading away, while Rakshasa's divine thoughts were fantasizing, waiting, and hoping.

"The moment Bibi Dong's consciousness fades away will be the time for me to possess her."

A divine martial soul, imbued with the power of faith accumulated over thousands of years and the destiny of the world, truly a perfect vessel.

—Waaah

Just then, a clear, ethereal flute melody rang out.

"what?"

"what is this?"

Amidst the Rakshasa's frenzied whispers, Bibi Dong's consciousness was revived.

Bibi Dong smiled bitterly, yet also with relief, as she struggled to support herself: "Is it laughable?"

"The music of orioles and swallows can soothe the wounds of the heart."

Han Tao had once felt this power inside the Riyue Pavilion.

It can soothe Huang Quanlu's murderous intent and mend the wounds in one's heart.

"Why?"

Rakshasa's voice was pale: "He is only a Soul King, while I am a god. Why should a mere Soul Saint be able to help you?"

Bibi Dong remained silent.

She used to not care about such low-level Soul Masters; when did this change occur?
"Because of Han Tao!"

"When he killed a Title Douluo with the strength of a Soul Emperor, I began to value every bit of power around me."

"A small, insignificant role, yet at the crucial moment, it became the last feather that helped me defeat you!"

The raised scepter fell to the ground, sending bricks and stones flying.

The wounds of the heart were briefly soothed by the power of music, and the consciousness from the Rakshasa in the mind gradually subsided.

The Rakshasa's frenzied voice faded away, gradually disappearing into the distance.

"Rakshasa, we have failed!"

"She cannot hinder my will; she is merely a stumbling block on my path. With her passing, the succession to the Rakshasa God's throne will proceed without hindrance!"

"Next, is divinity!"

Originating from the soles of the feet, the adhesion between high heels and bricks exudes a dark, crimson power.

Divinity, accumulated to its peak.

Crimson crystals condensed in the heart, with dark purple patterns spreading outwards like a spider web, extending from the heart to the corner of the eye.

"Soul, divinity, nature."

"Possess all three, and you will reach the summit and become a god!"

Time flies by.

Chrysanthemum Douluo stood rooted to the spot, and a profound sense of oppression emanated from the Pope, a pressure that had only ever appeared on Tang Chen before.

"Your Holiness the Pope, have you already transcended the divine?"

He bowed respectfully, his tone and expression full of humble flattery.

Bibi Dong withdrew her divine power and smiled, "Yes!"

"However, the succession to the divine position is incomplete."

"Not long ago, Han Tao destroyed the City of Slaughter. Rakshasa's divine power cannot be replenished, so I must inherit the divine position as soon as possible."

Yue Guan said in a sweet, coquettish tone, "Han Tao is so awful!"

"Yes, it's awful!"

A hint of hatred flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

The process of inheriting the divine position almost failed and was ruined. If it weren't for Han Tao, there would have been no need to go through these twists and turns. "Because the City of Slaughter was destroyed, the power of the Rakshasa God is like a floating duckweed, it will gradually disappear and recede."

"But I also got an opportunity!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo asked, "What opportunity?"

Douluo Continent, the ocean dividing line.

"Han Tao, you made the wrong choice!"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Tang Chen's eyes.

Proudly standing tall, chest puffed out, it seemed to have seized the upper hand in the conspiracy.

Looking towards the other side of the ocean, although the Deep Sea Demon Whale King and the Evil Orca King could not be seen, Han Tao's fate could be foreseen.

"You can't save Ye Lingling; you will experience the same pain as me!"

At the edge where the sea and sky meet, beneath the vast expanse of blue and silver, intertwined spider silk slowly sculpts a giant web.

Like a hunter lurking in the shadows, waiting for its prey to arrive.

"Who?"

The perception of the gods is exceptionally keen.

"It's us!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo slowly walked out, their figures following one another, their martial spirits and soul power surging forth.

"The Realm of Yin and Yang Stillness!"

The martial spirit, soul power, space, time, seawater, temperature, light and shadow, and flowing wind were all frozen in place, like a beautiful painting.

Tang Chen's distinct beard, hair, and wrinkles around his eyes are clearly visible.

"ridiculous!"

From the frozen frame of the painting, Tang Chen's unrestrained laughter could be heard.

"The time-freezing mechanism born from the Martial Soul system can condense the power of time, but it cannot shake the gods!"

"This is a chasm between two systems. How dare you two insignificant insects try to be enemies of the same gods?"

The field is like a shattered mirror.

In fact, even if Tang Chen did not activate his divine power, the Yin-Yang Stillness Domain could not last long.

"They certainly wouldn't dare to be your enemy."

Bibi Dong slowly walked out.

An elegant and noble purple dress, and a crown inlaid with diamonds, swayed gently with divine power and divinity.

"Bibi Dong?"

The fingers stretched out and touched the divinity emanating from the Rakshasa.

Tang Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold: "You are... the successor of the Rakshasa God?"

"And at this point, you've already broken through level 100 and inherited a godhood?"

The questions were filled with anger, but deep down, there was a sense of despair.

Tang Chen wasn't afraid of Rakshasa because Asura's divine power was Rakshasa's natural enemy, but the problem was...
His divine power is now completely exhausted, and he has not found a way to restore it.

"Damn it!"

"Han Tao, you broke your promise! You never intended to let me go!"

Although Tang Chen couldn't see Han Tao, Han Tao could see him clearly.

Seeing him shouting and yelling, she gently smiled.

"When the capital of slaughter is destroyed, your life will be on a countdown."

"Your death is not up to me, but whether you live or die is up to me!"

On the coastline, Bibi Dong smiled gently.

"Asura God Tang Chen"

"You know what? Han Tao gave me a bait that I couldn't refuse."

Tang Chen did not answer, looking dejected.

Bibi Dong continued, “A Shura God who possesses divine status but whose soul is incomplete and whose divine power is almost exhausted.”

"Your divine power and that of the Rakshasa are similar in principle, but the power you have derived is a level higher than that of the Rakshasa."