"Bibi Dong… ah, Bibi Dong," the divine intent mocked lazily. "Why is your mind so weak?"
Its voice dripped with contempt.
"You had your revenge...You killed an angel.....You shattered the pride of that accursed bloodline."
"Why are you entertaining such foolish thoughts now?"
Fragments of Bibi Dong's recent memories surfaced.
Purple eyes with a presence that eclipsed reason. The Rakshasa divine intent scoffed.
"Your daughter is a god?.....How ridiculous."
"I sensed no change in the inheritance of the Angel Goddess in the Elder's Hall."
She spoke with certainty. Unaware that only days ago—
Qian Renxue had stood before Bibi Dong and stripped her illusions apart.
Making Bibi Dong had glimpse truths buried beneath decades of hatred.
Even the Rakshasa divine intent itself had been subtly… adjusted by herLike adjusting a board mid-game without the opponent noticing.
And so the Rakshasa intent laughed freely in ignorance.
Bibi Dong remained silent.
She did not argue or justify.
But deep within—A fracture had formed. She questioned whether her hatred had been cultivated or her revenge plan against the Spirit Hall had truly been her own will.
Her nails pressed into her palm until faint blood surfaced.
Then—
Knock.
Knock.
The sound cut through the quiet chamber like a blade.
A voice followed from beyond the door.
"My dear Pope… I have important information to give you."
A slight pause.
"Do you dare to know about it?"
Bibi Dong's head lifted sharply. She recognized Julia's voice, Captain of the Angel Corps.
The Rakshasa intent stirred again, amused.
"Oh? Isn't this the new captain of the Angel Corps?"
Its tone carried faint disdain. Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I didn't know you paid attention to others here."
The Rakshasa laughed lowly.
"Oh, I don't.....But that girl…"
"I despise the aura around her."
"Such pure light… yet she is not an angel."
A sinister chuckle rippled through the Spirit Sea.
"How amusing it would be… to drag her into darkness."
Bibi Dong did not respond outwardly.
But inwardly— A hypothesis she had formed grew heavier.
Bibi Dong rose slowly from her seat and her steps toward the door were measured. Each one echoing faintly against the marble floor.
Her hand rested against the handle. For a brief second—She hesitated.
The Rakshasa intent whispered mockingly.
"Go forward, Bibi Dong.I also want to know about it."
Bibi Dong's eyes hardened. Then she pulled the door open.
But when the door fully opened—There was no one outside. The corridor was empty.
Only a small package rested neatly at the threshold.
Even the guards stationed at the far end of the hall appeared unaware that anyone had approached.
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed slightly. The Rakshasa divine intent muttered with mild interest.
"Oh? A little trick?"
Bibi Dong bent down and lifted the package carefully.
She closed the chamber door and placed the package on the central table.
For a moment, she simply stared at it. Then she unfolded the letter resting atop it.
The handwriting was elegant, with a brief message.
"Something drifted from the faraway sea which might truly be useful to you."
Below it—was a set of coordinates.
Bibi Dong's fingers tightened slightly around the paper.
Ignoring it, Bibi Dong opened the package.
Inside—Lay a bone. Unremarkable at first glance.
It seemed weathered and darkened with age.
But the instant the lid fully opened—
A surge of dark thoughts filled with hatred, unwillingness, resentment burst forth like a broken dam.
The temperature of the chamber seemed to drop abruptly.
Inside Bibi Dong's Spirit Sea—The Rakshasa divine intent trembled.
Then—It screamed in ecstasy
"Ahhh—!"
"This… this density… this concentration of malicious intent…"
"This… this is a feast for me!"
The purple aura within Bibi Dong's Spirit Sea churned violently. The Rakshasa divine power instinctively reached toward the source.
This was a dragon bone, from the Dragon Realm.
When an entire race falls—It is impossible for no resentment to be born.
There were countless unwilling souls, with their final thoughts.
Originally—
Much of that darkness had been purified, cleansed by the remnant soul of the Dragon God itself.
Qian Renxue, now the Goddess of Dreams and Memories, possessed dominion over thoughts and recollections.
Memories and thoughts could be extracted, by her from the past with the help of River of Memories
She had drawn out those memories from the final fragments of their death where fear and rage along with other dark thoughts were at their peak—
As a Goddess who ruled over dark thoughts , these dark thoughts were a feast to the Rakshasa Goddess.
Soon she absorbed all the dark thoughts.
Burp
'These co ordinates seems useful.'
The Rakshasa divine intent then looked at the co ordinates written on the letter with twinkle in her eyes , not knowing she has already fallen into the weaving of the dream weaver.
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Dragon Realm
In the very center of the Dragon Realm—
Upon a throne formed from colossal dragon bones—Qian Renxue sat calmly.
Her posture was relaxed, Almost lazy, across her lap rested a spear which was simple in shape.
The Mountain Dragon Spear.
Made from the rib bone of the Mountain Dragon King—whose body had once spanned distances like a continent.
It had become her spoil of war after she defeated the remnant soul of the Dragon God.
Its abilities were deceptively straightforward—
Size Change.
Because it was born from the rib of the Mountain Dragon King, its size and weight could expand or shrink at will. In its true form, it could rival a mountain range. In its restrained state, it appeared no more than an ordinary spear.
Suppression.
When activated, it mobilized the surrounding energy of heaven and earth, layering it into a crushing force akin to endless mountain ranges collapsing simultaneously. It required minimal expenditure from the wielder, instead commandeering the environment itself.
Under its suppression—
Almost all first-class divine abilities and below could be sealed.
The remnant Dragon God had relied heavily on this second ability while fighting Qian Renxue—.
Pic on bone throne.