The remnant Dragon God had relied heavily on this second ability of the Mountain Dragon King Spear while fighting Qian Renxue.
But he had miscalculated one thing, He had faced a goddess who governed thought itself.
Qian Renxue's fingers traced lightly along the spear shaft.
"It seems," she murmured thoughtfully, "I should practice spearmanship."
Her tone carried faint amusement.
"The second ability is extremely practical."
Her purple eyes lifted slightly.
Mountains of bone trembled faintly as residual resentment swirled around her throne.
The Dragon Realm was no longer silent, it seems to breathe resentment.
The vast sky above the broken continent was stained with swirling currents of dark intent and shadows of memories. Faint echoes of roars reverberated across mountains of fossilized bone.
These were not souls. They were the final thoughts of dragons at the brink of extinction.
And it had taken little effort for Qian Renxue to restore these resentment purified by the Dragon God remnant soul..
As the Goddess of Dreams and Memories, she had recalled it effortlessly from.
Then—
She sensed a fluctuation beyond the boundary of the Dragon Realm.
Her lips curved into a soft, charming smile.
"The gods of the Douluo world…"
She tilted her head slightly, with a light voice.
"…are truly idiots."
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Outside the Dragon Realm
The same desolate valley through which Qian Renxue had once entered the Dragon Realm now trembled beneath another presence.
A violet haze drifted low across the cliffs, thick and intoxicating.
At the center of the valley stood a woman radiating a deep purple aura—the embodiment of corruption and temptation.
The Rakshasa Goddess had arrived.
Her attire was provocative. Rakshasa represented the distortion of desire, the indulgence of impulse, the unraveling of restraint. Wherever her aura touched, suppressed cravings surfaced like corpses rising from murky waters.
Not far from her—The native tribes people of the valley lay scattered across the rocky ground, with their eyes vacant, with suspicious liquids on their bodies.
Under Rakshasa's influence, their darkest carnal desires had been magnified and twisted. Restraint dissolved. They had turned upon one another in frenzied chaos.
Rakshasa glanced at them with bored indifference.
She had pried open their minds for extracting more information about this mysterious dragon valley.
She stood before its hidden boundary.
Her lips curved in a slow, charming smile as she sensed a thin stream of malicious dark thoughts escaping from beyond the sealed realm.
"So it was true…" she murmured softly.
"When my divine intent on Bibi Dong reported it, I was doubtful."
The source was unmistakable.
"This place is a …"
Her gaze sharpened as she studied the invisible barrier before her.
"Concealed secret realm," she deduced calmly. The air itself carried a suppressed draconic authority.
Rakshasa had existed in the era when the Dragon God ruled. She had witnessed the fall of the Dragon Clan, and had fought against their dragon kings.
Had watched the divine coalition hunt them down mercilessly after the Dragon God's fall.
She knew exactly how terrifying that race once was.
"If this is truly connected to the aftermath of the Dragon God's defeat…"
Her eyes gleamed.
"Then what I sense are the final unwilling thoughts of dragons on the verge of extinction."
Her breathing deepened from anticipation.
The resentment of common dragons was nourishment for an evil goddess who ruled over dark thoughts.
And the hatred of Dragon Kings—was divine-grade sustenance.
"Perhaps…" she whispered.
"…even the lingering thoughts of several Dragon Kings remain here."
Excitement flickered across her face, thinking if she absorbed the dark emotions of Dragon Kings
If she could absorb enough—Her divine core could evolve and even push her toward the threshold of half-step God King.
The violet aura around her intensified,
"I must say…" she chuckled softly.
"The other gods were fools to leave such a treasure unattended."
Unaware—That this "treasure" had been carefully prepared as a bait.
Without further hesitation, the Rakshasa Goddess raised her hand and tore open a spatial channel.
A jagged crack of violet light expanded before her, revealing a barren world beyond.
She stepped through calmly.
Behind her—The valley fell silent once more.
The natives lay scattered in disarray, minds shattered, bodies trembling in the aftermath of unleashed instinct. They had served their purpose.
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The moment Rakhshasa Goddess entered the Dragon Realm—
Her pupils contracted, because the air felt thick with hatred. Unwillingness stretching endlessly across the sky like storm clouds.
It was intoxicating to her. She inhaled slowly as euphoria surged through her.
Everywhere she looked, resentment drifted in tangible currents. The final thoughts of dragons replayed in fragments—roars of defiance, curses against heaven, unwilling submission before slaughter.
To Rakshasa Goddess—This was the most delicious food.
Her divine sense expanded rapidly.
Then—she paused.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Is that… the center of this realm?"
The malicious aura from that direction dwarfed everything else.
"Perhaps…"
Her smile deepened.
"A Dragon King truly fell there."
Excitement overrode any caution she held
Her figure dissolved into purple mist, crossing mountains of bone and barren lands
The deeper she went— The denser the resentment became.
When she reached the center of the Dragon Realm she saw—
Upon a throne constructed from colossal dragon bones—Sat a blonde-haired girl.
Her posture relaxed.
Across her lap rested a simple spear.
The surrounding dark thoughts did not swirl chaotically here.
The blonde girl's charm was… overwhelming, that it seemed to eclipse the flirtatious charm released by Rakshasa Goddess.
Her purple eyes held faint amusement, as if she had been waiting.
Then—Seven concentric divine rings slowly manifested behind her head.
The Dragon Realm itself seemed to bow subtly.
The blonde girl tilted her head slightly.Her voice was light and playful
"So," she said softly,
"How do you intend to amuse me… Rakshasa Goddess?"