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

"The third trial, 'Divine Soul Inheritance.' With your soul, you will receive the Divine Soul of Wind, fuse with the laws, and reshape your divine foundation. Success will grant you ascension to the heavens, establishing your position as the Wind God; failure will result in your soul being assimilated and dissipated by the Wind God's soul, or a backlash from the divine soul, causing you to explode and die." The grand voice resounded for the last time, carrying a final warning. "Are you ready?"

Bibi Dong gazed at the divine soul that represented boundless power and risk, and slowly raised her hand. The Tear of the Wind God automatically rose, hovering between her and the divine soul, serving as a bridge and buffer. She didn't speak, but answered with her actions—opening up all her spiritual power, soul power, and the unwavering Dao heart she had just integrated without reservation, actively welcoming that cyan divine soul!

The instant of contact, an indescribable impact erupted! It wasn't the infusion of soul power, but a torrent of laws, a clash of divinity, and fragments of ancient will. It was like billions of wind blades simultaneously slicing through her soul, or like being at the center of a cosmic storm. Every thought was torn apart and reassembled, every inch of her soul was being forged and tempered. A massive amount of information, insights, and power surged in, far exceeding the limits of her soul's capacity. She felt as if she were about to burst, be assimilated, and have the mark of "Bibi Dong" completely erased.

The Tear of the Wind God spun wildly, struggling to channel, filter, and transform the torrent. But it was merely a token, not the complete core of the inheritance, and its capabilities were limited. Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, blood seeping from her seven orifices. Countless fine blue lines appeared on her body's surface—the marks forcibly imprinted by the Law of Wind, a process of immense pain. She clung to that undying self-awareness deep within her soul, like a lighthouse in a storm, unyielding no matter how the waves crashed against her.

Under this extreme stimulation, the Rakshasa's divine power was also activated, its chilling aura automatically protecting her heart and key soul nodes. This created a fierce confrontation and friction with the surging wind god's power, intensifying her pain. However, it also unexpectedly provided an "anchoring" effect, preventing her from completely losing herself in the torrent of the wind god's soul.

This was a long process, a dance with death. Her body floated within the sphere of light, sometimes curling and trembling, sometimes stretching and taut. Beneath her skin, a bluish light flickered, her aura sometimes as faint as a candle in the wind, sometimes surging as if about to burst through the sphere. On a soul level, she was undergoing a complete transformation and reorganization. Fragments of the Law of Wind were forcibly imprinted, understood, and absorbed, slowly merging with her martial spirit, soul power, spiritual power, and even her physical body. This was not merely gaining power, but a leap in the level of life itself. It was taking the most difficult, yet crucial, first step towards the realm of "god."

Outside the altar, Dai Chengfeng had been sitting there for an unknown amount of time. He couldn't sense what was happening inside the sphere of light. He could only infer Bibi Dong's condition from the fluctuations of the vortex in the center of the altar and the changing brightness of the wind elemental statue's light. The vortex sometimes trembled violently, and sometimes it stabilized. The statue's light was sometimes as blazing as the sun, and sometimes as dim as a firefly. Every violent fluctuation made Dai Chengfeng's heart leap into his throat. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood, but he didn't even notice. All he could do was wait and raise his mental energy to its limit, remaining vigilant for any possible anomalies from the outside.

Time seemed to lose its meaning here. Perhaps a day had passed, perhaps three, perhaps even longer. Finally, at a certain moment, the azure vortex in the center of the altar suddenly contracted inward, then exploded with a deafening roar, transforming into countless gentle azure streams of light that swept across the entire altar space. The towering wind elemental statue shone brightly, then shattered inch by inch, transforming into the purest wind element, merging into the streams of light. The streams of light, like rivers flowing into the sea, surged towards the figure that had reappeared in the center of the altar—Bibi Dong.

She stood there silently, eyes closed, her long hair moving without wind, surrounded by a solid yet gentle azure halo. She exuded an aura completely different from before. That aura was still powerful, even more profound and unfathomable. But it lacked the cold, malevolent power of the Rakshasa God, gaining instead a more agile, free-spirited quality of wind, and an indescribable majesty belonging to a higher level of life. Her wounds had long since healed, her skin as translucent as jade, faintly shimmering with azure light. The Tear of the Wind God on her chest had vanished, completely merging into her body.

Dai Chengfeng suddenly stood up, his eyes gleaming with surprise. But he didn't rush forward, because he sensed that Bibi Dong was still in some mysterious state, undergoing the final consolidation.

A moment later, Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes. A fleeting vortex of azure seemed to flash deep within her pupils. Her gaze was clear and profound, as if it could pierce through the void. She looked at Dai Chengfeng, a faint yet incredibly genuine smile playing on her lips. That smile carried weariness, relief, and a bright, resolute quality born from rebirth.

“Chengfeng,” her voice seemed to have changed as well, becoming more ethereal yet carrying an undeniable power, “I succeeded.”

Those four simple words completely eased Dai Chengfeng's tense nerves. A surge of immense joy and lingering fear welled up within him. He strode forward, but stopped a few steps away from Bibi Dong, gazing intently at her, a thousand words condensed into one: "That's wonderful."

Bibi Dong nodded, feeling the earth-shattering changes within her body. The inheritance of the Wind God's divine position was not yet complete. She had only successfully fused with the divine soul, laying the foundation for her "divine foundation." This was equivalent to obtaining the qualification and key to become the Wind God, and her strength had undergone a leap forward, reaching a new level of control over the laws of wind. However, to truly become a complete Wind God, she still needed to continue cultivating, condensing her divine spark, and igniting her divine fire—a much longer path. But in any case, the most crucial and dangerous step had been crossed. She could now wield the power of wind more freely. Under the powerful intervention of the fusion of the divine soul, the power of the Rakshasa God and the power of the Wind God had formed a strange, temporary state of balanced coexistence. Although it was far from being a fusion, at least there would be no violent conflict in the short term, and it even gave her a deeper understanding of the essence of power.

“This place is not safe to stay for long. Once the inheritance is complete, the secret realm will likely become increasingly unstable.” Bibi Dong sensed her surroundings. She discovered that with the statue shattering and the inheritance ending, the activity of the wind element in this secret realm began to decrease, the light dome dimmed slightly, and the spatial structure seemed to be showing signs of loosening.

Dai Chengfeng noticed this as well and immediately nodded: "Let's leave right away."

The two returned via the same route. This time, with Bibi Dong's profound understanding of the Laws of Wind and her newly acquired power, traversing the Wind Realm, the Wind Path, and the gale-force winds above became much easier. Bibi Dong could even influence and control the raging gales to some extent, creating a relatively safe path for them. (End of Chapter)