Watching Bibi Dong's spirit gradually stabilize, Qian Renxue smiled faintly. Suddenly, light flashed over her body; the golden holy radiance turned pitch black, and her eight wings grew dark.
She had transformed straight from Holy Angel to Fallen Angel.
This was Qian Renxue's new realm. With Tianlin's help, her sacred power had long reached a supreme state beyond the limit of light, and she had grasped the principle that extremes reverse. Long ago, Lucifer underwent a similar change—turning light into darkness to become a fallen angel.
Compared to Douluo World's Lucifer, Qian Renxue's realm was even higher. To save Bibi Dong, her dark power had also been cultivated to the peak. Now she could freely convert between sacred and dark power while keeping her true heart—entering godhood or demonhood with a single thought.
As a fallen angel, Qian Renxue looked more alluring. She smiled and flew to face Bibi Dong, circulating her arts to cultivate alongside her.
They were mother and daughter by blood—Qian Renxue's body was born from Bibi Dong—so their fusion was no less than that of Qian Renxue and Tianlin.
During the fusion, their hearts connected. Bibi Dong witnessed Qian Renxue's past: during her undercover years in the Heaven Dou Empire, countless girls were abused by nobles—far more tragic than Bibi Dong herself.
As the empire's crown prince in name, with the court unstable, Qian Renxue couldn't openly avenge them, so she had only one path:
Walk within darkness and use assassination to bring justice for those girls.
Bibi Dong opened her eyes and smiled. "I never thought you, the orthodox heir of the Angel God, would do assassinations."
"I had no choice then. Besides, I'm not that pedantic. I even do undercover work—why would I think only open daylight is justice? As long as justice is served, I don't mind treading the dark. That is true darkness," Qian Renxue shrugged. In her fallen angel form, she looked a bit roguish; because Bibi Dong smiled at her, her mood lifted and her expression turned even more captivating.
The Evil Spirit Pearl's darkness within Bibi Dong still tried to influence her, but aided by the universe's immense darkness, even the Pearl's power could no longer shake her.
As Qian Renxue said, any darkness is tiny compared to the universe's. That's what the Asura God once told her: to dissolve the darkness in Bibi Dong's heart, find a greater darkness.
"Mother, have you fully awakened?" Qian Renxue asked.
"Yes. Thanks to this dark universe's simulated cultivation and the extremely pure Heavenly Snow power within you," Bibi Dong nodded. "But the Evil Spirit Pearl's power remains in me. Once we return, I'll still be controlled. Now you should understand what you must do."
"I…" Qian Renxue hesitated. How could she not understand her mother's unspoken meaning?
"Xue'er, don't waver. Unlike Qian Xunji's few remaining soul fragments, my soul is complete. That Evil Sword Immortal is said to be born of the evil thoughts of me and Qian Xunji, but in truth, Qian Xunji's share is two parts and mine eight. He still hasn't fully detached from me. If I die, he'll be greatly affected."
"Moreover, now that I've recovered my mind, the Original Sin power he left in me is under my control. I will take it and perish with it. Then, when Jun Tianlin strikes, he will surely win," Bibi Dong said solemnly. "As my daughter, you must not dither. Do it. Kill!"
"Kill!" Qian Renxue nodded firmly. The Angelic Holy Sword rose high, its light extending a thousand meters—then came slashing down.
"Goodbye, mother." Qian Renxue swung her strongest sword in tears.
After the blade passed, Bibi Dong's body began to crumble bit by bit.
"Goodbye, Xue'er. To have a daughter like you in this life makes me happy. My hatred of Qian Xunji seems to have faded a lot. If there's a next life, I don't want to live with hatred. There's something I've owed you for a long time: I love you, Xue'er."
At death, words turn kind. What Bibi Dong in the original work could never let go, she released in this moment—proof that Qian Renxue's efforts over the years were not in vain.
As Bibi Dong's body turned to ash, Qian Renxue reached out and gathered Bibi Dong's final soul essence.
Looking at the soul in her hand, Qian Renxue said, "Mother, because you killed too many in this life, I can't use my first-rank god quota to revive you. But heaven never seals all roads—believe me, we mother and daughter will meet again. Until that day, a thousand years, ten thousand—I will wait."
Qian Renxue put away Bibi Dong's remnant soul and flew back toward Douluo. The battle wasn't over. There was one more thing she had to help resolve.
…
At this moment in the God Realm, the Evil Sword Immortal suddenly spat a mouthful of blood. His power fell from half-step God Emperor back to Supreme God King.
"How is this possible? Bibi Dong died—and not by an ordinary killing. She destroyed part of my origin!" he raged.
Originally, Bibi Dong's death was nothing. He was already seventy or eighty percent formed; her death wouldn't harm his origin—at most injure him slightly. But now, even his realm had dropped so much.
Only one possibility: Bibi Dong regained clarity, locked down the last two parts of his origin not yet fully detached and all the Original Sin power, and chose to die voluntarily.
"Damn it! Qian Renxue—how did she break my Evil Spirit Pearl? Besides Jun Tianlin's Holy Spirit Pearl, is there a light or darkness stronger than the Evil Spirit Pearl?"
The Evil Sword Immortal couldn't figure it out. But there was no time to ponder. With his power waning, his remaining edge was gone.
Linked with Tianlin, he knew if he fought now, he'd surely lose. Fortunately, Tianlin's power hadn't stabilized and couldn't leave seclusion lightly.
The problem: to control the God Realm Core, he also couldn't leave.
At first, he had all the advantage—he himself was half-step God Emperor, held half the Core, commanded tens of thousands of god-servants, had some surrendered first- and second-rank gods, and even four god-king-level powerhouses.
In contrast, the other side had only a few first-rank gods and some human soul masters while Tianlin was still cultivating. Yet after several rounds, his side was almost wiped out—how?
His sole hope now was the God of Destruction returning with the God of Lust—then he could turn the tide again.