Chapter 373: Live Broadcast Across the Entire Continent
"Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, you deliberately slaughtered innocents, incited war, and brought calamity to the continent. Today, I shall suppress you here and have you atone for your sins!"
Qian Renchuan spoke righteously, as eight red and two gold soul rings lit up beneath his feet. A crimson light surged into the sky, dyeing the heavens red. Within a million-meter radius, all living creatures instinctively prostrated themselves, overwhelmed by an indescribable divine pressure.
The sky above twisted and distorted, forming a blood-colored vortex. A Shura Demon Sword, as massive as a mountain, descended from it, piercing the earth and plunging thousands of meters deep. The terrifying Shura divine power surged wildly, creating a crimson space roughly the size of a football field.
Just as the Sea God could create a divine barrier that shielded the entire Sea God Island—keeping it in eternal spring and making it a paradise, capable of supporting the Sea God Mountain and Sea God Temple for millennia—the Shura God, too, had created the Slaughter City, a secret realm that lasted thousands of years. Thus, for a god, creating a similar domain was not difficult.
Qian Renchuan raised his hand and forced out several drops of shimmering, blood-red divine essence. These droplets, infused with overwhelming Shura divine power, seemed almost sentient as they circled around Bibi Dong, forming a glowing ring.
"Qian Renchuan, what are you trying to do!?"
Bibi Dong suddenly felt a deep, soul-chilling cold. She wanted to resist, but her body—still bleeding from the nine bloody holes—was too weak.
Qian Renchuan didn't answer. He once again grasped the Shura Demon Sword that had pierced the ground, pointing it at Bibi Dong. The divine blood circling her responded to the blade. In the next moment, the divine blood radiated a crimson glow, forming a barrier that pulled Bibi Dong's body into the bottomless pit the sword had just pierced open.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
At first, Bibi Dong tried to stay calm and maintain the dignity of a god. But soon, her divine sense could no longer perceive any light, only endless darkness. Still sinking deeper, she panicked.
Finally, she reached the center of the crimson space, where the blood surrounding her turned into chains that pierced her divine body—through her bones, clavicles, and limbs. Strange blood-gold runes climbed along the chains.
"AAAAHHHHHH!"
Bibi Dong let out an agonized scream as her violet divine blood sprayed out again, dripping slowly along the blood-red chains. The runes crept all over her body, sealing her Rakshasa divine power. She could no longer sense the Rakshasa Demon Scythe within her.
Even a slight movement brought searing pain, as though her bones and flesh were being shredded by steel blades. She could only move her lips and use her divine sense to faintly observe the outside world, but even that was limited.
This situation reminded Bibi Dong of being trapped in a pitch-black chamber once again, where cries for help went unanswered—except now, the darkness had turned crimson. The helplessness and despair felt the same.
She screamed in vain, her divine sense calling out to Qian Renchuan above ground:
"Let me out! Let me out! Qian Renchuan, let me out!"
But Qian Renchuan only sneered. He carefully inspected the seal, nodded in satisfaction, then returned to Spirit Hall to restore the divine power and essence he had consumed. Creating this prison and sealing Bibi Dong had taken a great toll on him.
Inside the crimson cage, Bibi Dong's divine power was completely sealed by the rune chains. Her divine blood would slowly flow out through the chains, polluting the land and sea, producing wave after wave of corrupted beings.
At the same time, this blood would enrich the area, creating a land similar to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, except one of absolute evil. Bibi Dong could only await the depletion of her divine essence and eventual death—her only companions being painful memories, endless loneliness, and the unbearable pain with every movement.
Those who kill their parents must pay the price.
Using Bibi Dong's divine body as the eternal foundation of the family's glory, the name of the Angel God would spread for all eternity. Spirit Hall would remain the foremost power on the continent. If sin must exist, then Qian Renchuan alone would bear it.
Three years had passed since the great battle of Vast Sea City.
Holy Soul Village
Led by village elder Jack, everyone gathered outside a small wooden house—the local branch of Spirit Hall. Among them were elderly folks near the end of their lives, newborn infants, and farmers who had paused their work.
Today wasn't the day for martial spirit awakening—it was something far more special.
As time passed and the sun grew hotter, the crowd grew restless. The children's fussing added to the tension.
A dark-skinned man dripping with sweat asked impatiently,
"Elder Jack, are you sure? Is a god really coming to our village today?"
Old Jack barked,
"Why would I lie? This was a message personally conveyed by Master Su Yuntao of Spirit Hall. He told me to gather everyone and wait. He said that those who are sincere may receive divine blessings, increasing the chances of their descendants becoming soul masters. Just be patient a little longer."
The villagers calmed down after hearing this. In recent years, the tale of Spirit Hall's god vanquishing the demon Bibi Dong and restoring peace had spread across the continent. No one dared to show disrespect to a god.
At that moment, a blinding golden beam of light shot into the sky above Spirit City, expanding rapidly until it covered the entire continent. Golden specks of light descended invisibly. A similar scene occurred on Sea God Island, though the light there was blue-golden.
In the next moment, every living creature on the continent and in the sea witnessed the same vision—a majestic, ancient city. Above it hovered a palace high in the clouds, like something out of a fairy tale.
Even Bibi Dong, from her prison, saw it.
Those who had been to this place knew: it was Spirit City, the sacred land of soul masters. And that palace was Spirit Hall.
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