The Holy Feathered Serpent immediately recognized the stones that Huo Yuhao had found and began to explain.
"This is the inheritance site of the Rakshasa God—or rather, the location of the Rakshasa God's inheritance beacon, meant to locate a suitable successor."
"To utilize these objects, you must either activate the inheritance with divine power of a similar level or possess compatible traits that trigger the inheritance on their own."
Electrolux added from the side, "I can tell these carvings resemble some sort of script."
"They are indeed characters left behind by the first Rakshasa God, which also form the patterns of the array. These belong to the language of a civilization from a planet in the universe—the homeworld of the first Rakshasa God," the Holy Feathered Serpent explained.
It was through these carvings that the Holy Feathered Serpent recognized the Rakshasa God's inheritance.
"I see," Electrolux remarked, amazed by the vastness of the universe and its wonders—such as civilizations capable of forming arrays with written language.
Huo Yuhao nodded in agreement, reassured that he had found the right place. He continued to question the Holy Feathered Serpent.
"So, how can I obtain the Rakshasa God's inheritance?"
The Holy Feathered Serpent replied, "Touch them and see."
Without hesitation, Huo Yuhao extended his left hand beyond the protective barrier. The skin on his left hand was formed from the remnants of Tianmeng's body—a part of him most resistant to external threats. Even the deadly Snow Swan Kiss wouldn't harm it.
He had no fear of the poison underground. What he feared was any residual Snow Swan Kiss, which could spell a gruesome death if it interacted with another toxin.
Following the Holy Feathered Serpent's instructions, Huo Yuhao touched each stone one by one with his left hand.
When his hand made contact, the engraved characters began to glow with a faint purple light, seemingly responding to his touch.
The Holy Feathered Serpent nodded repeatedly in confirmation. "As expected, I was right. This kind of evil power is very compatible with you."
Huo Yuhao immediately tilted his head. "Wait, what do you mean? What do you mean by 'evil power is compatible with me'?"
"That's not important," the Holy Feathered Serpent diverted the topic back to the inheritance. "These damaged inheritance beacons responded to you, which means the Rakshasa God's divine seat remains unclaimed. But since the inheritance hasn't fully activated, it's likely due to damage to the beacon."
Huo Yuhao retorted, "I think explaining why evil power suits me is more important."
"…" The Holy Feathered Serpent paused for three seconds before continuing, ignoring the question. "Still, as long as the inheritance beacon responds, it means the divine inheritance can still be activated. You can use your divine power to forcibly trigger it. Damaged or not, the beacon won't affect the process."
Seeing the Holy Feathered Serpent refusing to apologize for insulting his character, Huo Yuhao could only follow the instructions and began to release his limited divine power.
Without replenishment from the Divine Realm, most of Huo Yuhao's divine power had been converted from energies within the secret realms.
It wasn't impossible to condense divine power from Douluo Continent's natural energy either. The Holy Feathered Serpent had even taught him a more efficient method.
However, the quality of natural energy was far lower than divine power, requiring huge amounts for even a small conversion, making it inefficient.
Therefore, Huo Yuhao had to be careful with his reserves.
According to the Holy Feathered Serpent, using lower-realm energy to create divine power was the least efficient method. Some gods could use their authority to channel other forces, making divine power generation simpler and more abundant.
Fortunately, triggering the Rakshasa inheritance didn't require much divine power.
Once the divine power poured into the beacon, the characters on the stone lit up, then detached and floated in the air, rearranging themselves into what appeared to be a script—or perhaps a formation.
Suddenly, a beam of purple light burst from the script, enveloping Huo Yuhao. In the next moment, he vanished from the spot.
The centipede-legged clone watching nearby stared blankly at where Huo Yuhao disappeared, then helplessly opened its claws—it hadn't boarded the "ride" yet!
Without Huo Yuhao's commands, the clone didn't know what to do, nor where to find him.
Eventually, it was corroded by the surrounding poisons, fully disintegrated, and its soul power dispersed.
Before vanishing completely, the clone drew a crude male symbol on the ground, seemingly to express its frustration.
Centipede-Legged Clone: A clone's life matters too!
…
When Huo Yuhao opened his eyes again, he was already in a strange place—the Rakshasa Secret Realm.
It was similar to the Wisdom Secret Realm.
But unlike the noble, mysterious ambiance of the Wisdom Realm, the Rakshasa Secret Realm was far from welcoming.
It looked like a shadowy cave—dim lighting, damp air, and purple glows emanating from deeper within, exuding a sinister aura. The distant sound of dripping water echoed, adding to the horror-movie atmosphere.
"This is a divine secret realm, like the Wisdom Secret Realm left behind by my previous incarnation. These are personal domains of gods—not useful for much beyond storing items or preserving inheritances. However, the scenes inside reflect the deity's rules and laws. For a suitable soul master, this becomes an ideal simulated training ground," the Holy Feathered Serpent reappeared and explained.
The Wisdom Secret Realm corresponded to spiritual attributes. The Rakshasa Secret Realm represented evil attributes.
"The Rakshasa God's inheritance lies deeper in this realm. If you can obtain it, it will greatly aid your struggle against the current Shura God," the Serpent continued.
In truth, the Rakshasa divine seat was no ordinary one.
The Rakshasa God was not only the counterpart to the Angel God but also an equal to the Shura God—a Deity of Malice.
There were only two such deities in the Divine Realm: the Shura God, who governed slaughter, and the Rakshasa God, who governed evil.
The first Rakshasa God even dared to openly antagonize the first Shura God, planting traps in the Shura God's inheritance zone to steal successors. This alone proved their power.
The Holy Feathered Serpent admitted it didn't know much about the Angel God—who emerged after its own death. But the Rakshasa God had existed during the era of the Dragon God's rule.
Thus, it knew well the value of the Rakshasa divine seat.
"If you can obtain the Rakshasa God's divine seat, you may even be able to steal the Shura God's power. That was always the Rakshasa God's goal."
"According to my speculation, if the Rakshasa and Shura divine seats are fused, there's a chance they could ascend into an even more powerful Deity of Malice seat—maybe even break through to the level of a Supreme Divine King!"
By this point, the Holy Feathered Serpent's voice had grown emotional, almost bewitching.
After all, the opportunity to become a Supreme Divine King would stir even the hearts of gods.
The previous God of Wisdom had schemed endlessly for a similar purpose—to ascend to divine kingship and seek a breakthrough to that highest level.
In the accumulated memories of the Holy Feathered Serpent's species, only one Supreme Divine King had ever existed—the Dragon God.
It was because the Dragon God held that supreme rank that it could crush other Divine Realms' invaders effortlessly.
That was a whole different realm of existence.
When the Dragon God was enraged, not even all other deities combined could resist.
God Kings or First-Level Gods?
Still ants before him!
Huo Yuhao: If you won't do it, I'll have my clones do it!
Huo Yuhao was not about to miss out on the Rakshasa God's divine throne.
As for the Asura God's divine throne, Huo Yuhao definitely intended to obtain it.
Upon learning that the two evil-willed divine thrones might fuse into a more powerful Supreme God King throne, Huo Yuhao made up his mind—he would absolutely snatch Tang Old Dog's divine throne.
"So, the question is: what exactly is an Evil-Willed God?"
Huo Yuhao asked curiously as he ventured deeper into the Rakshasa Secret Realm.
The Rakshasa Secret Realm was vast, resembling a narrow passage to hell. Initially narrow enough for just one person to pass, then widening slightly after dozens of steps—moist, warm, and unnaturally hot.
The scorching heat enveloped Huo Yuhao, but luckily his Ultimate Ice could withstand it.
At this point, Huo Yuhao was quite intrigued by the concept of Evil-Willed Gods as described by the Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent.
Why could fusing two Evil-Willed divine thrones potentially create a Supreme God King?
Couldn't other types of divine thrones be fused too?
The Feathered Serpent explained:
"Actually, Evil-Willed Gods are just one classification within the Divine Realm. Based on the nature of divine thrones, gods can be categorized into types such as Elemental Gods, Original Sin Gods, Nature Gods, Attribute Gods, Beast Gods, and so on. Gods of the same type are often interrelated and can even possess fusion abilities. Divine thrones can potentially be fused and promoted."
"However, Evil-Willed Gods are unique. They are part of what's known as Relative Divine Thrones—a special class of divine throne. And it's possible that having Relative Divine Thrones is a requirement for becoming a Supreme God King."
Huo Yuhao was puzzled:
"Relative Divine Thrones? Requirements for becoming a Supreme God King? What does all that mean?"
These weren't concepts found in the original novel.
A novel might not be reliable as history, but it could serve as a myth or legend. Many of its ideas are worth exploring.
But if something wasn't even mentioned in the novel, it was likely something truly hidden—either obscure lore, or total nonsense.
The Feathered Serpent acknowledged that it might be obscure lore, but unlikely to be nonsense.
When the topic came up, the Serpent's tone turned solemn:
"In my previous life, I only reached the level of a First-Class God and did not become a God King. Still, I had a decent understanding of God Kings—and even some insights into Supreme God Kings. In the end, I risked my life to probe the Dragon God and glimpsed a secret to becoming a God King. Trying to awaken the crazed Dragon God was only a secondary goal—because I already knew it was almost impossible."
"In fact, if I hadn't invested so much into gathering attribute seeds back then, I might have become the nineteenth God King of the Dragon God Domain."
Huo Yuhao played the comic sidekick:
"Whoa, impressive."
The Feathered Serpent continued:
"In my past life, I once believed that the Dragon God became a Supreme God King through his mastery of nine attributes. After all, the nine Dragon Kings, who received one of those nine attributes, all became God Kings."
"Later, other beings like Good, Evil, Destruction, and Life also became God Kings. So I suspected that their attributes were special too. I began researching their powers and tried to obtain them."
"After immense effort over a long time, I successfully obtained the attributes of thirteen God Kings and came to understand how to ascend to that level. That's when I discovered the concept of Relative Divine Thrones."
"In short, they are a pair of divine thrones of the same type—but ones that counter each other. However, they also have the potential to merge. I call them Relative Divine Thrones."
"Examples would be: Good and Evil, Life and Destruction."
Huo Yuhao added:
"And also, Rakshasa and Asura?"
The Feathered Serpent nodded:
"Exactly. In fact, I once tried to replicate the attributes of Rakshasa and Asura, but failed. I couldn't even replicate the evil attribute of the Rakshasa God, a First-Class God—let alone the killing power of the Asura God, a God King. That's when I realized these two thrones are special."
"Wait!"
Huo Yuhao noticed something.
"Didn't you leave behind an evil attribute among your thirteen? Isn't that the same?"
"No. That evil attribute belonged to the Evil God King—not the Rakshasa God. The Evil and Good God Kings have more order-aligned attributes. The Rakshasa God's evil leans toward chaos, and the Asura God's power is the same."
The Feathered Serpent clarified.
Huo Yuhao asked,
"Order and chaos? What does that mean?"
"It's a cosmic classification," the Serpent explained.
"Some gods promote cosmic order, others bring chaos."
Huo Yuhao nodded.
"Ah, so it's more like alignment. Go on."
The Serpent continued:
"Good and Evil, Life and Destruction—these pairs are husband and wife, deeply connected. They cannot consume or fuse with each other. Besides, it's taboo for gods to devour each other's thrones. Gods seeking advancement often give up their thrones and venture into the cosmos to seek new chances."
"So at the time, I knew fusion might lead to advancement—but I didn't know to what extent."
"I remained ignorant of the Supreme God King secret until the Dragon God went mad. That's when I found my chance."
"After the Dragon God failed to ascend further, a flaw appeared in his power. I approached him under the pretense of wanting to awaken him—and glimpsed his secret."
"Only then did I discover that the Dragon God also had relative powers—golden Evil Will and silver Good Will. Their fusion was the core of his Supreme God King power!"
"And then... I was torn apart by the Dragon God."
Through the Serpent's tale, Huo Yuhao saw the silhouette of a relentless seeker of truth—endlessly striving forward.
A promising start, an epic journey, and an abrupt, even comical end.
Yet, with the Serpent's unique ability to reincarnate and accumulate knowledge across lifetimes, he had the boldness to risk death.
Undoubtedly, the Serpent earned Huo Yuhao's admiration.
Without the Serpent's insight, Huo Yuhao might have assumed that God King was the end of the road, unaware of any further path to Supreme God King.
True, Huo Yuhao could still follow the cultivator's path—but divine thrones could serve as his foundation and nourishment, helping him reach further.
After all, to grow in this world, he needed to draw from this world's power.
Moreover, the concept of Relative Divine Thrones—two opposing forces that can also merge—echoed the Daoist principles of Yin and Yang, a profound insight for cultivation.
Now that he knew about Supreme God Kings, Huo Yuhao realized that Tang Old Dog's God King status didn't seem so impressive anymore.
Most importantly, it appeared that Tang Old Dog didn't even know about the Supreme God King criteria—otherwise, the Rakshasa divine throne wouldn't still be up for grabs.
"Maybe after the Divine Realm got swept into the time-space turbulence, and Tang Old Dog emerged from a black hole and absorbed Chaos Energy, he underwent a breakthrough and possibly became a Supreme God King—but that's just speculation," Huo Yuhao thought.
According to the Serpent, a Supreme God King far surpasses ordinary God Kings—they wouldn't fear temporal storms, nor would they need to form awkward alliances or cliques for warmth and safety.
"If Tang Old Dog really became a Supreme God King after absorbing Chaos Energy, that would mean Chaos Energy is extraordinary. I'll have to look for it when I venture into the universe."
"Also, what about Tang Xuanyu in the future? He fused with the Dragon God's divine throne. Did he become a Supreme God King? Or just a regular God King?" Huo Yuhao wondered.
As the Serpent explained, the Dragon God initially only reached God King. It took time, energy, and talent to eventually ascend to Supreme God King.
Even if Tang Xuanyu didn't immediately reach Supreme God King, his fusion of the Golden and Silver Dragon King bloodlines and inheritance of the Dragon God's throne meant he had the potential—all he lacked was time.
"Whether to become a Supreme God King—or to counter Tang Old Dog—I must obtain the Rakshasa God's throne."
Huo Yuhao's eyes gleamed with determination.
Technically, the Angel God could be seen as an opposite to the Rakshasa God—but they didn't form a Relative Divine Throne pair.
Because the contrast between Angel God and Rakshasa God is light versus darkness, rather than two divine thrones of the same type.
Huo Yuhao:
"Watch me fuse a 3-star,create 6-star Supreme God King and scare the hell out of all of you!"
No matter how long the corridor, if you can reach its deepest part, then you can conquer it.
Huo Yuhao had reached the deepest part of the Rakshasa Secret Realm—this was the land of inheritance for the Rakshasa God's godhood!
Along the way, he encountered no danger.
Or rather, the entire secret realm was eerily silent. Probably because after the previous Rakshasa God perished, the inheritance site was buried, leaving the realm abandoned and unclaimed, with no one having set foot here since.
There weren't just no dangers—there were no opportunities either.
By the time Huo Yuhao stood at the entrance to the deepest part, his appearance had already changed.
Clad in a black robe, with red and blue eyes—he had become the reemergence of the Cihang Demon.
The Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent and Electrolux had both vanished from sight, yet they continued to observe the surroundings and advise Huo Yuhao from the shadows.
He didn't rush into the inheritance site but first gazed outward.
The deepest part of the Rakshasa Secret Realm resembled a cavern inside a mountain. Countless sharp stalactites hung above, their tips aimed downward, as though they could fall at any moment and impale a person.
At the very center of the ceiling was one especially large stalactite, distinct from the others, because it continuously dripped black liquid—slowly but persistently.
The dripping fell into a central pool below, producing crisp sounds. The dripping noise Huo Yuhao had heard earlier came from this very spot.
The faint purple glow came from a circle of special stones surrounding the pool, which shone like amethyst crystals.
These unusual stones didn't appear artificially placed; rather, they looked as if they had been eroded by the black pool water.
These stones spread throughout the pool's floor, reflecting the water's glow and lending it a mysterious aura.
Outside the pool was a hard, pitch-black stone floor, seemingly unremarkable.
Despite years, perhaps centuries, of dripping, not a single drop had overflowed from the pool. The surface merely rippled with each drip.
Besides the stone stalactites above and the central pool, the last peculiar feature was a massive Rakshasa God statue carved into the stone wall opposite the entrance.
This immense statue resembled a woman with serpentine hair—like poisonous snakes. She wore a tattered Rakshasa God outfit, revealing a seductive figure and a face that could ensnare the soul.
Just one glance at that face made Huo Yuhao momentarily dazed.
Yet he could clearly sense the deeply unsettling evil aura emanating from the statue.
This evil was entirely different from the evil properties contained in the seed left by the Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent.
The statue's eyes were inlaid with red gemstones. They didn't look toward the entrance but instead gazed at a location beneath their feet.
There, at the statue's feet, was a stone pedestal—with a strange-looking scythe embedded in it.
It was the Rakshasa God's divine weapon—Rakshasa Demon Scythe!
Huo Yuhao's gaze sharpened as he locked eyes on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
"So, after Bibi Dong died, the divine weapon returned itself to the Rakshasa Secret Realm," he murmured.
The Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent's voice suddenly sounded in his ear:
"That statue deep inside is the Rakshasa God—but it doesn't match my memory."
"That's not the first-generation Rakshasa God? Could it be the second—Bibi Dong?" Huo Yuhao wondered, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly.
He no longer hesitated and stepped into the inheritance area—still, no danger.
He strolled up to the pool and peered down. Only up close did he realize that the water inside was thick and black as oil, and teeming with malevolent energy.
The Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent acted like a tour guide.
"That's Rakshasa Stone Milk—a divine material unique to the Rakshasa God. It can corrode all things, including the divine weapons and equipment of other gods, even rendering them irreparable. Even God Kings fear it. Only the Rakshasa Secret Realm can contain this material."
"But it can also transform a creature's body, granting it the Rakshasa God's power and making it stronger."
"The Rakshasa God once used it to create monsters she called 'Rakshasa Ghosts'. Even the weakest among them had priest-level power. Unfortunately, not all creatures can withstand evil intent. Over time, they went mad and were eventually destroyed by the Rakshasa God herself."
"However, if one inherits the Rakshasa Godhood, they can control evil intent and use the Rakshasa Stone Milk for cultivation."
Huo Yuhao nodded, staring into the pool, already brainstorming a dozen nefarious ways to use the Stone Milk.
But before messing with the Stone Milk, he wanted to see how the godhood inheritance worked.
"Currently, there is no successor to the Rakshasa God. The last one—Bibi Dong—died suddenly, leaving no time to prepare a test. So theoretically, the Rakshasa Godhood can be claimed directly," explained the Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent.
Godhood inheritances typically require trials, custom-designed by the original god.
For instance, the Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent had left behind three conditions for his successor.
Jiang Nannan received the Love God's nine trials—left in advance before the Love God perished, much like the Sea God's Nine Trials.
Bibi Dong died too cleanly, with no chance to leave behind a trial.
The original Rakshasa God's trial also expired once Bibi Dong succeeded her.
Huo Yuhao approached the Rakshasa God statue, raised a hand, and summoned divine power.
Just as the Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent had said—the godhood could be taken directly.
Sure enough, with a divine pull, a translucent purple crystal was drawn from the statue.
It was the Rakshasa Godhood!
The inheritance of the Rakshasa God lay within it.
Once the godhood was extracted, the statue's features blurred and then completely collapsed.
Holding the godhood, Huo Yuhao waved his sleeve, dispersing the dust.
At that moment, a consciousness emerged from the crystal, informing him how to inherit the Rakshasa Godhood:
—Bathe in the pool, transform your body, draw the demon scythe, and ascend to godhood!
But Huo Yuhao looked at the Rakshasa Godhood in his hand and smirked,
"What a delightful surprise. Seems my Hao Emperor Banner can gain its eighth soul ring!"
That so-called inheritance instruction? A trap, clearly left by someone with ulterior motives. Huo Yuhao had sensed the anomaly the moment he held the godhood.
"In this world, no one understands souls better than I do!"
Huo Yuhao unleashed the Hao Emperor Banner.
The dead-silent cave was instantly flooded with black ghostly aura, filled with the wails of countless spirits.
"Suppress!"
He raised his hand, and the Hao Emperor Banner fell, sealing the Rakshasa Godhood. From within it came a woman's anguished scream.
"There's a remnant soul inside the godhood? So that's it—it's Bibi Dong's soul. She didn't die after all!" Electrolux emerged from the banner, his expression serious.
The Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent spoke again,
"After becoming a god, a soul doesn't fade so easily. If given the chance, it can linger."
Electrolux agreed—after all, he himself had done exactly that to live a second life.
"Yuhao, are you going to make Bibi Dong the eighth main soul of the Hao Emperor Banner?" Electrolux asked.
Huo Yuhao shook his head,
"No. The eighth soul ring of the Hao Emperor Banner will be the Rakshasa God—but that doesn't mean it has to be Bibi Dong. I think... Cain is a better choice."
The Rakshasa God has the potential to become a Supreme God King. Making them the eighth main soul is reasonable. Huo Yuhao was willing to take that bet. Even if the godhood can't ascend, it's still powerful—and it could help him oppose the God of Shura.
But the Rakshasa God's successor must be changed.
Huo Yuhao could tolerate even a vengeful Xue Di becoming the fifth main soul, but he would never allow Bibi Dong's soul to be the eighth.
The reason was simple:
Because Bibi Dong isn't just crazy—she's a love-obsessed maniac. Who knows what havoc a love brain might wreak?
Even if Bibi Dong hated Tang San, that didn't reassure Huo Yuhao. You can't predict the mind of someone driven by love.
Better to trust a man's lie than a love brain's ghost!
Still, Bibi Dong's divine soul was definitely top-tier divine material—not to be wasted.
Huo Yuhao: Wow, a golden legend! It's divine-grade material!
"This woman… why is she so ugly?"
Huo Yuhao looked at the soul he had just yanked out from the Rakshasa God's divine seat—a repulsive, spider-like remnant of Bibi Dong—and couldn't help but grimace in disgust.
Wasn't she supposed to be the number one beauty of the Douluo Continent from ten thousand years ago?
Ah—turns out that was just in the novel version!
Perhaps Bibi Dong was truly beautiful in the past, but after inheriting the Rakshasa God's position, her appearance took a complete nosedive.
"Ling'er, does the Rakshasa God's divine seat lower the inheritor's beauty?" Huo Yuhao curiously asked the Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent.
The Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent replied, "A divine position does affect appearance, but usually it enhances beauty. That's because with the evolution of one's life level, the body becomes more perfect—it's what's known as a divine body. In my memory, the original Rakshasa God was among the most beautiful even in the Divine Realm, though she didn't care much for dressing up."
"What really affects appearance is evil intent. Those who cannot control the evil intent of the Rakshasa God get eroded by it. The Rakshasa ghosts created by the Rakshasa God were initially all stunningly beautiful, but once overwhelmed by evil intent, they became hideous."
Huo Yuhao understood.
So Bibi Dong didn't become ugly because the Rakshasa God's divine seat was bad—but because she wasn't worthy of it.
The true Rakshasa God controls evil intent.
But Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God of her time, was corrupted by it.
To that, Huo Yuhao could only say two words—pathetic fail.
Ten thousand years ago, Bibi Dong became a god ahead of everyone. If she had even the slightest clue what she was doing, the Tang God-King wouldn't have stood a chance.
All of this wasn't because Bibi Dong didn't get chances to improve, but because she chose to fall into depravity.
Life is full of hardships, but wasting it isn't the answer—only by striving forward can one be called a true hero.
Huo Yuhao equally looked down on both Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue. If they had done anything right in their time, they wouldn't have ended up like this.
That's why the saying stands: career first, then love, so that both may prosper.
The remnant soul of Bibi Dong, which had been suppressed, naturally heard Huo Yuhao's words of disdain and saw his contemptuous look. She glared at him with blood-red killing intent in her eyes.
However, with just a remnant soul left—even if of divine level—she had no power to resist Huo Yuhao, not even enough to hurl insults.
Still, she wasn't willing to submit.
After all, she had already died once. Her soul lingering was just barely surviving, and now she had no hope of resurrection—what was there to fear?
She had nothing left to lose.
Then Huo Yuhao thought of something.
"Wait, didn't Qian Renxue also become a god? Her soul should have transformed into a divine soul too. When the Angel God's divine seat shattered and she was knocked back to mortal status, would her soul regress too? Could there be remnants of a divine soul?"
When Huo Yuhao asked that, Bibi Dong's bloodthirsty eyes immediately changed—fixated on him with nervousness and… a hint of hope.
The Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent thought for a moment before replying,
"That depends. I'm not familiar with the Angel God's powers, but if the Angel God had unique traits, it's not impossible that a divine soul fragment could remain."
"When a god is stripped of divinity and returns to mortality, the body will age and die. But unless the divine soul is specifically targeted, there may still be a chance for it to linger."
"Plus, even broken divine seats don't vanish easily. Divine fragments could very well contain pieces of the soul."
Electrolux chimed in,
"Ah, soul fragments—I know them well. Back in the day, I was just a barely conscious fragment with almost no memory. It was only thanks to Yuhao's help that I slowly recovered. If Yuhao could find the Angel God's soul fragment, it might really be possible to bring her back."
Soul fragments and remnant souls are different.
Remnant souls are damaged but retain identity.
Soul fragments are like dust—memories shattered, barely sentient.
Huo Yuhao and his companions didn't hide any of this from Bibi Dong. After hearing the Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent and Electrolux speak, Bibi Dong became visibly agitated, like she wanted to speak.
So Huo Yuhao gave her a chance.
She didn't disappoint.
"I know where the Angel God's inheritance is. Take me there—I'll help you do whatever you want!"
As a remnant soul lingering in the Rakshasa secret realm for so many years, Bibi Dong had had time to reflect.
Two hopes kept her going.
First: to seize the next inheritor's body and be reborn.
Second: the hope that Qian Renxue also had a remnant soul, and that one day, mother and daughter could reunite.
Now… maybe that reunion was possible.
Huo Yuhao looked at her, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.
"I could help… but your sincerity isn't enough."
"I can help you become a god!" Bibi Dong blurted out.
"You think I need your help?" Huo Yuhao sneered.
"I—I can give up the Rakshasa God's divine seat!" she said, making a huge decision.
"You fool. Even if you don't offer it, I can take it myself~" Huo Yuhao mocked.
Frustrated, Bibi Dong shouted, "Then what do you want?! That's all I have left!"
"See, you're getting anxious~"
Huo Yuhao's expression turned calm.
"Bibi Dong, let's be honest. Everything you have right now—I can take it any time I want. Beyond that, you're just a disposable resource to me."
"You're toying with me?" Bibi Dong asked coldly.
Huo Yuhao shook his head gently,
"No. I just realized you don't have anything that can truly convince me. So I see no reason to help you. As for the Angel God's inheritance… it's probably in the ruins of Spirit Hall, right? That kind of thing wouldn't be left out in the open. I'll find it eventually."
Negotiate with Huo-ge?
Do you even have the strength or status for that?
Bibi Dong fell into despair.
Huo Yuhao: This is exactly the expression I wanted to see~
And with no further intention to talk, Huo Yuhao raised the Hao Emperor Banner and began the process of stripping the Rakshasa God's divine seat from Bibi Dong's remnant soul.
The Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent personally guided him.
Electrolux assisted from the side.
It was like performing a divine-level surgery—cutting the connection between the remnant soul and the divine seat.
And this surgery?
No anesthesia.
The soul-wrenching agony made Bibi Dong scream miserably.
Divine seats can be forcefully stripped.
In the future, the Tang God-King would even strip the Destruction God-King's seat from his own grandson.
If the one being stripped cooperates, it's easier.
If not—so long as the power gap is big enough—it's still doable.
Now, Bibi Dong was nothing more than a suppressed remnant soul. She couldn't resist at all.
Huo Yuhao worked fast.
In less than the time it takes to brew a pot of tea, he had stripped the Rakshasa divine seat.
"Tsk tsk, Huo-ge, you're a miracle worker~" Skydream Iceworm popped out, singing praises.
"Low-key, low-key. Just a minor operation, light work." Huo Yuhao waved it off.
This wasn't even a detailed cut—just severing the soul-seat link. Quick and clean.
But even a short moment of agony was too much for Bibi Dong. Her soul weakened significantly, showing countless cracks—on the verge of collapse.
She collapsed, unable to speak—but her killing intent only deepened.
Interestingly, as the Rakshasa divine seat was stripped, the evil aura on Bibi Dong's soul faded. Her spider-like form slowly shifted back to her human appearance.
"Maybe soon we'll see that once-acclaimed beauty of the continent from ten thousand years ago," Huo Yuhao mused.
He waved the Hao Emperor Banner and sealed Bibi Dong into the fifth layer—Ice and Snow World—where she could keep company with the enslaved Snow Empress and Ice Empress.
Then, Huo Yuhao summoned Cain's soul, and under the Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent's instruction, attempted to bind him to the Rakshasa God's divine seat.
Cain didn't have a body?
No problem—who needs such a troublesome thing as a body?
Huo Yuhao: "I've always wanted to see that expression—the one where you want to kill me, but can't. Hahaha…"
I have a Rakshasa God divine position, I have Cain's soul, hmm~ Rakshasa God Cain!
After much effort, Huo Yuhao successfully bound Cain to the Rakshasa God's divine position, then transformed her into the eighth main soul of the Hao Emperor Banner.
In the pool of the Rakshasa Secret Realm, a blood-red cocoon floated, exuding an evil, bloody aura, nurturing a nascent deity within.
The Hao Emperor Banner hovered above, channeling power into the cocoon to aid its gestation.
Huo Yuhao and others stood guard, waiting patiently.
They'd done all they could; now, only time was needed.
Making a person, or even a soul, inherit a divine position was both complex and simple.
So-called talent requirements were largely irrelevant. Breaking through Level 100 sufficed.
God trials were equally unimportant; they could even be taken by proxies.
Most trial rewards—divine soul rings, soul power boosts, soul bone enhancements—were trivial.
These were merely tools for gods to strengthen their successors, as no respectable deity wanted a weak heir tarnishing their legacy.
The only critical factor for divine position transfer was compatibility.
Only 100% compatibility ensured a seamless bond between the position and its inheritor.
Compatibility could be enhanced postnatally.
With the Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent's aid, Huo Yuhao used Rakshasa Stone Milk and divine power to baptize Cain, forcibly raising her compatibility with the Rakshasa God position to 100.
The Rakshasa Secret Realm was a manifestation of the Rakshasa God's power, and Rakshasa Stone Milk, a derivative, was ideal for boosting Cain's compatibility.
Divine power was key.
The cost: nearly all accumulated Rakshasa Stone Milk was depleted.
Huo Yuhao's divine power reserves were also heavily drained.
Fortunately, both were renewable.
Rakshasa Stone Milk formed as the secret realm absorbed worldly malice, condensing endlessly as long as evil persisted.
Its formation, however, was slower than Huo Yuhao's divine power accumulation.
As the cocoon nurtured, the new Rakshasa God was about to emerge.
On the Hao Emperor Banner, the eighth soul ring slowly materialized, radiating purple-gold light!
Simultaneously, the blood cocoon solidified, then cracked and shattered.
A nude female figure floated where the cocoon had been, fully exposed to Huo Yuhao. Others quickly averted their gazes out of propriety.
The Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent, however, scrutinized her, eyes brimming with curiosity.
The woman had pale, bloodless skin, blood-red hair, a cold and striking face, and a tall, slender frame over 1.8 meters. Her flawless skin gave an otherworldly, unliving impression.
It was Cain!
Cain had regained a flesh-and-blood body!
She slowly opened her eyes, revealing icy, blood-red pupils.
Instantly, her martial soul activated. The Dark Gold Tri-Headed Bat King martial soul possession turned her hair a noble dark gold, her height stretched to 1.9 meters, her figure grew more voluptuous, and her aura colder.
Dark gold bat wings sprouted behind her.
Two yellow, two purple, two black, and three red soul rings—nine in total—appeared. The baptism and transformation didn't push her past Level 100, but she achieved Titled Douluo status.
When Cain opened her mouth, vampire-like fangs gleamed.
An inaudible soundwave burst from her, rippling outward. It couldn't harm the Rakshasa Secret Realm, but it knocked the weaker Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent off balance, though Huo Yuhao shielded it in time.
In a blink, Cain vanished, reappearing in Huo Yuhao's arms, greedily inhaling his scent as if savoring a delicacy.
Her bloodthirsty fangs hovered near his neck, her red tongue tentatively licking his skin.
Noticing her mischief, Huo Yuhao yanked her off, grabbing her hair and holding her aloft.
Her hair, of excellent quality, easily supported her weight.
Dangling, Cain curled up pitifully, pointing at her mouth with a flawless finger.
"Master, hungry, blood."
Huo Yuhao: "…"
He summoned the Dai Hao Demon, tossing it to her. Cain cheered, gleefully gnawing on it, gulping down blood.
Only the Dai Hao Demon's anguished screams echoed.
While Cain feasted, Huo Yuhao studied her condition.
This newborn Cain lacked past memories, her mind childlike, retaining only basic knowledge.
She had indeed inherited the Rakshasa God position but couldn't wield its power—or rather, she hadn't ascended to godhood.
Her level was too low.
To formally ascend, she needed to cultivate and break through Level 100.
Fortunately, the bound divine position removed her Level 100 bottleneck. With enough accumulation, she'd become a god upon reaching it.
In essence, Cain was a god trial completer, awaiting the strength to claim the position.
Since she hadn't ascended, the transfer didn't cause a stir or attract the God Realm's attention.
"Cain's appearance hasn't changed, so the Rakshasa God's malice had little effect. Fitting, since her body was crafted from Rakshasa Stone Milk and divine power—practically a Rakshasa sacred body," Huo Yuhao chuckled.
The Holy Spirit Feathered Serpent was astonished. "This is unprecedented. Cain seems alive but remains a dead entity, yet she inherited a divine position. This might be a new form of divine succession."
Gods must relinquish their positions to leave the God Realm and explore the cosmos for growth.
To gain, one must sacrifice.
If Cain's case could be replicated, gods could create proxies to hold their positions while their true selves ventured out, having it all.
Huo Yuhao grinned: "Cultivator tricks, my friend."
Understanding Cain's state, he turned to her and the Hao Emperor Banner's changes. The Rakshasa God position's integration massively boosted both.
For strength, Cain's eighth and ninth soul rings were divine soul rings, each granting her an ideal soul skill.
She also gained the powers and traits of other main souls, plus some of the Rakshasa God's techniques and abilities.
Her state resembled Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God ascension ten thousand years ago.
Sated, Cain released the noticeably thinner Dai Hao Demon and, following instinct, approached the Rakshasa Magic Scythe.
Huo Yuhao casually tossed the cursing Dai Hao Demon back into his Palm Pot Heaven, watching Cain.
Cain grasped the sickle and, with a gentle tug, pulled it free.
As it was extracted, an eerie wind blew from nowhere in the Rakshasa Secret Realm, forming a vortex around her.
Special stones tainted in the pool water were swept up, ground into divine armor in the wind, and slowly clad her bare form—a brand-new Rakshasa God Armor.
The armor was revealing, accentuating her perfect figure, making her irresistibly alluring.
Yet, it held only form, lacking divine might, inferior even to Huo Yuhao's Haotian God Armor.
Still, it perfectly contained Cain's current power.
Huo Yuhao: *I'm not a god, just a god's porter!*