The natural opposition between elements caused violent turbulence inside her body. Golden light flared defensively, while the dark mist pressed forward aggressively.
Her veins glowed alternately gold and violet. However, Qian Renxue's expression did not change.
Within her Spirit Sea—Her first divine core pulsed. A wave of dreamlike authority descended, subduing conflict between opposing energies. As her authority of dreams and memories were a level higher than dark thoughts of Rakhshasa, it suppressed the rampaging energy.
The nascent third divine core stabilized.
Darkness no longer sought to devour light. Light no longer attempted to burn darkness away. They rotated independently due to the suppression of Qian Renxue's first Divine core.
Qian Renxue extended her perception toward the Rakshasa Goddess' remains.
Without hesitation, she drew in more divine energy. The corpse dimmed further as its remaining divine essence was extracted and refined. The third core grew denser.
High above, the malicious clouds of the Dragon Realm no longer drifted chaotically. They now revolved around her throne like a celestial system orbiting its sun.
Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes. Purple intertwined with faint charming violet.
Her level had reached 118 now and was still rising slowly.
When she had first arrived in the Dragon Realm, the boundless divine remnants that saturated this broken world had surged toward her to be absorbed by her. After absorbing the excess energy scattered throughout the realm—and refining the power left behind when she killed the remnant soul of the Dragon God—her level had leapt directly to 114.
Under normal circumstances, a newly ascended deity would require a long transition period to stabilize their godhood. Divine power required tempering, comprehension, and alignment with authority.
Rakshsha Godess who had been alive for unknown number of years was truly strong, despite being a 1st class God she dares to challenge Asura.
That was precisely why Qian Renxue had not confronted the Rakshasa Goddess head-on from the beginning.
Instead, she had set traps.Only after ensuring absolute control of the battlefield had she lured the Rakshasa Goddess into the Dragon Realm—a domain steeped in malice, resentment, and the lingering hatred of fallen dragons.
Behind her, the silhouette of the enormous spider The Death Soul Spider Emperor roared as if it was getting stronger.
Its colossal form loomed like a phantom of the abyss, eight legs piercing into the fragmented void. A horrifying roar tore through the Dragon Realm, reverberating across shattered mountains and dried dragon bones.
Then—Seven golden rings slowly rose from beneath her feet.
Each ring shone with dazzling brilliance, yet within the gold was a faint tinge of purple—an ominous hue that carried the scent of corruption and divine malice. They were Million-year soul rings.
After mastering the method of condensing soul rings—it was no longer difficult for her to create rings of such magnitude.
Unlike her Angel Martial Soul, the Death Soul Spider Emperor bore no traces of mutation from the God Almighty's interference.
This further consolidated Qian Renxue's hypothesis: the mutation of her Angel Martial Soul had not been accidental. There had been a guiding hand—something—or someone—who had intervened.
The seven golden-purple rings began to rotate slowly around her. Their radiance gradually shifted as threads of divine law seeped into them. What she sought was not merely million-year soul rings—She intended to elevate them into Divine Rings.
The Rakshasa Trials had been completely under her manipulation from the beginning. Every so-called test had been redirected, reframed, and optimized to suit her path. Even the final acknowledgment of "100% affinity" had merely confirmed what she had long engineered.
Qian Renxue's purple eyes glowed brilliantly. An unfathomable charm radiated from her—beautiful yet terrifying, gentle yet suffocating.
Her gaze slowly shifted toward the Rakshasa divine armour lying not far away. The once-majestic armor now seemed dim, its authority ownerless, waiting for a new master.
Qian Renxue's lips curved slightly.
"It won't be long…"
As she whispered, the seven rings trembled as they started to hover concentrically behind her head
Her Level which had increased slowly to Level 123... Level 124 slowly stabilized
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Zap—
A golden streak tore through the sky.
The being moving through the air travelled at such terrifying speed that the surrounding atmosphere rippled violently in its wake. Flocks of birds resting in the nearby forest were startled into chaos, scattering in all directions.
It did not take long for Qian Daoliu to reach the location Ci Xue had mentioned.
The moment he arrived, his figure halted midair. before him lay a vast artificial lake.
The once dense forest had vanished completely, replaced by a basin of scorched earth filled with dark, turbulent water. The edges of the crater still emitted faint wisps of steam as remnants of divine energy flickered unpredictably.
It looked less like a battlefield—and more like a scar carved directly into the world.
Qian Daoliu's gaze trembled.
His hands, which had remained steady for decades even in the face of countless battles, began to shake uncontrollably.
"...Renxue..."
The name escaped his lips almost unconsciously.
He slowly descended toward the surface of the lake. The closer he came, the more chaotic the energy became. Residual divine power which was very violent, oppressive lingered around.
Even for someone like him, the pressure was suffocating. Qian Daoliu closed his eyes for a brief moment and expanded his spiritual sense.
Golden light spread outward like ripples on water, sweeping across the entire lake.
The more he searched the more his heart sank further. Just then—
Swish!
Two powerful auras descended from the sky behind him.
Golden Crocodile Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo arrived one after the other, their expressions grave as they surveyed the devastated landscape.