And the final nail in her coffin… was when the man she loved abandoned her after using her.
That broke her—mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
The Rakshasa God then seized upon her broken state, whispering to her, binding her with divine tasks laced in darkness. Slowly, she was turned into a vessel. Bit by bit, Bibi Dong lost herself—losing her mind to the corruption that hollowed her out from within. Eventually, she fully became the Rakshasa Goddess—a divine figure shrouded in madness.
She spent her life consumed by that role… even though, deep down, she still longed to embrace the daughter she had once given birth to.
Qian Renxue.
The daughter she had been forced to bear.
Qian Renxue grew up feeling abandoned and unloved, unable to see the mother behind the mask. And by the time Bibi Dong rejected the Rakshasa God and tried to make amends… it was too late.
Her daughter no longer saw her as a mother.
And yet, in the end—she still died taking a fatal blow for her.
A final act of recognition.
A silent, tragic acknowledgment of the bond they had both lost.
What a sorrowful character she was, Li Shen thought, his young eyes misting as he clenched his fists again.
Ling Yuan's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "You only have one duty for now," she said plainly, though her gaze lingered on him with a strange sharpness. "Keep the name of Spirit Hall proud. You are no longer allowed to lose to anyone. If someone older beats you, that's fine—but if you lose to someone your age, you will be called back."
She paused, then smirked. "As for privileges, there are many. You are a hidden Holy Son, but even still, there are plenty of benefits you'll learn about soon."
Li Shen nodded silently, though Bibi Dong's story still echoed in his mind. I don't know if I'll save her… or at least give her a clean end. But if I ever meet her again, he thought, I won't let her suffer anymore.
He remembered the tales of her unmatched beauty, her brilliance—and her broken heart. A woman whose life was shattered by betrayal and twisted by divine hands.
Ling Yuan, unaware of Li Shen's inner turmoil, turned to the two girls and gave a dismissive wave. "Now, introduce yourselves to him properly. And ignore his earlier nonsense—he was clearly joking," she added with a dry tone.
The two girls nodded obediently, though both were still studying Li Shen with wary curiosity. Especially Meimei, who was still trying to reconcile the boy in front of her with the sacred aura of the Holy Son.
Li Shen also let go of thoughts of Bibi Dong as he looked at the two girls, who now began introducing themselves.
Though unbeknownst to him, his system was working behind the scenes—unseen even by him.
[Host's emotional resonance detected: Sorrow triggered by Bibi Dong's fate.]
[Redemption Path unlocked for: Bibi Dong]
[Sub-system activated: "Strongest Wife Sub-System" has been selected for Bibi Dong.]
[Sending... Sent.]
Spirit Hall — The Pope's Palace
Bibi Dong sat alone in the grand chamber, the throne behind her glowing faintly with divine light. She had just sent Hu Liena away, her thoughts still lingering on the golden pill. After taking Hu Liena back, she had examined her body and found no damage done to her.
"Where did they find those?" she wondered coldly, her eyes narrowing. And then she remembered—there was still one more pill in that jade bottle.
She clenched her teeth, the image of Qian Renxue flashing through her mind.
Her greatest wound.
"He saved it for her… didn't he?"
Her fingers dug into the armrest of the pope's throne. A dull throb echoed in her mind. The presence of the Rakshasa God, sealed deep within her divine core, stirred suddenly—unbidden.
But then, all those evil thoughts vanished.
A second later, her eyes blinked as she looked down at her hands. "Why was I so angry just because she was receiving that pill?" she mumbled, then stood up—only for a scream to erupt in her mind.
A mental shriek tore through her consciousness.
"No—who are you?! What are you—arghhh, get away from me! No... nooo—!"
It was a voice Bibi Dong knew very well.
The voice of the Rakshasa God—the very divine presence whose inheritance she had been enduring through the grueling Nine Trials. She was only one trial away from becoming the Rakshasa Goddess herself… and yet now, that same god was screaming and begging for help?
Bibi Dong's eyes widened.
"Did the Angel God interfere?" she wondered, a cold rage beginning to swirl—but this time, it was entirely her own. "That sanctimonious bastard… even in death, they won't let me have my revenge?"
She clenched her fists, mistaking the Rakshasa God's torment for an attack by the Angel God.
If the Angel God were there in person, perhaps she would have defended herself—saying, "Don't blame me. I had nothing to do with this."
But before Bibi Dong could ponder further, something unexpected happened.
A soft pink screen materialized before her eyes, filled with glowing text:
[Confirmed: You are the selected host for the 'Strongest Wife System.']
[System has identified you as a pitiful soul, manipulated and betrayed since birth. With me, you can grow even stronger than the so-called Rakshasa God.]
[To continue, you must agree to one condition: You will become the wife of someone.]
Bibi Dong froze, her heart skipping a beat.
"Wife? What kind of joke is this?"
Her voice cracked with disbelief. Then, her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Ghost! Chrysanthemum!" she called out sharply.
In a flash, two figures appeared—Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, both Titled Douluo, dropping to one knee in front of her, their heads lowered in reverence.
She turned her gaze toward them, pointing at the glowing pink light hovering in front of her.
"Do you see this? Right here—this screen?"
The two looked up, puzzled. Chrysanthemum Douluo blinked in confusion, while Ghost Douluo furrowed his brow.
"See what, Your Holiness?" Ghost Douluo asked carefully.
She frowned. "You don't see a screen? Glowing text, floating in front of me?"
The two exchanged a glance. Ghost Douluo slowly stood, releasing a wave of mental energy. After a moment of focus, he spoke.
"There is no sign of illusion or mental interference, Your Holiness. No attacks, no foreign consciousness."
Bibi Dong's gaze flicked back to the pink screen.
It remained.
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