Eros God was not trying to bargain with Bibi Dong, but the Goddess of Sin who was the leader of the seven sin Gods.
However, the reply Eros God was waiting for… never came.
Instead—a slash filled with dense, sin-infused divine energy swept silently toward him.
There was no warning only pure, decisive killing intent.
Controlling Yu Ming's body, Eros God reacted instantly and dodged, but his expression turned grim.
His voice, now colder, echoed out from Yu Ming's mouth.
"Mortal, I acknowledge your talent… but you should not interfere when two Gods are attempting to converse."
Bibi Dong did not slow down.
Her scythe cut through the air once more, each movement precise and ruthless, her control over power far beyond what ordinary soul masters could achieve.
A faint, mocking laugh escaped her lips.
"He… He… He… converse?"
Her eyes gleamed with cold ridicule.
"You didn't even receive a reply."
"Or are you… like your inheritor—living in some kind of delusion?"
Those words struck directly at Eros God's pride, for a being of his status, being ignored was already intolerable, being mocked was absolutely intolerable.
"Mortal… mind your words."
This time, his tone carried unmistakable anger as he had stopped retreating.
Divine energy surged into Yu Ming's arm, condensing rapidly in his palm as he reached out towards another attack Bibi Dong had unleashed and tried to catch the scythe in his hands.
To him, even if this woman had stepped into Level 100, she was still a mortal who had not fully ascended. The weapon she wielded—no matter how extraordinary—would at best be a top-tier mortal artifact. If he shattered it directly, he could regain control of the situation… and his dignity.
With that thought, he clenched his hand around the descending scythe.
And then—
Puchi—
A deep gash split open Yu Ming's palm, blood spilling instantly as the divine energy coating his hand was cut apart as if it were nothing.
Eros God's pupils shrank.
"Divine Artifact…?!"
"How can you possess a Divine Artifact?!"
There was genuine shock in his voice now, but Bibi Dong did not give him time to process it.
In that brief moment of distraction—her scythe had moved again.
Slash—
Four of Yu Ming's fingers were severed instantly.
Only then did Bibi Dong withdrew her weapon, and a cold satisfied smile slowly appeared on her face while the killing intent that had not diminished in the slightest.
Bibi Dong's eyes flickered faintly as she looked at the severed fingers falling to the ground.
A memory surfaced in her mind.
Her suspicions regarding Lin Yuan had never been without reason. From the very beginning, she had kept a subtle watch over him. Not openly, not in a way that would alert him—but enough to notice anything unusual.
'Perhaps it was just a coincidence…' or perhaps not
Her thoughts lingered on an event from four years ago.
At that time, Lin Yuan had not noticed her presence nearby at all. Hidden in the shadows, she had observed him quietly—until something unexpected happened.
A strange fluctuation in space.
Lin Yuan, believing himself alone, had summoned an unusual scythe from seemingly empty space
The aura of that weapon had been unlike anything she had encountered, nor did it resemble any known Soul Tool. The moment it appeared, Bibi Dong's instincts had screamed.
Without hesitation, she had acted, before Lin Yuan could even react, the scythe was already in her hands.
She told Lin Yuan that she is very happy with Lin Yuan's loyalty to Spirit Hall and dedicating such precious weapon to her.
Then as a gift she gave him some techniques from the library which Lin Yuan had to begrudgingly accept.
Later she confirmed this was no ordinary weapon, but grow with its user
And now, years later, this scythe which she named "Reaper" had proven its value, even a God's divine intent could not withstand its edge.
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Divine Realm, Rakshasa Temple
A soft yet intrigued voice echoed through the vast, dimly lit temple.
The Sin Goddess of Lust, Se You, looked toward the figure of the Rakshasa Goddess with undisguised interest.
"Rakshasa Goddess, your inheritor is quite fortunate," she said, her tone carrying a hint of envy. "To obtain a divine artifact before even becoming a God… even many true Gods do not possess such fortune."
Like the other Sin Gods, she was using the divine test established by the Rakshasa Goddess as a medium to impose her own trial upon Bibi Dong.
Angela, who was disguising herself as the Rakshasa Goddess, maintained a faint smile.
"Luck… is also a part of talent," she replied calmly. "After all, fate is never equal."
Her gaze seemed distant, as if looking beyond the present.Then she added, her tone turning slightly more obscure—
"Perhaps… Maybe the gifts of fate are already marked with a price in the dark."
Se You's eyes narrowed ever so slightly and she interpreted those words differently.
'How cruel…'
In her mind, the image of the Rakshasa Goddess became even more ruthless.
Allowing the Seven Sin Gods to impose their trials on a single inheritor was already dangerous to an extreme degree. If Bibi Dong failed to balance those conflicting divine energies, the result would be simple—collapse and destruction
Even death would be a mercy.
'The only way that might to truly fuse the powers of the Seven Sins…'
Se You's thoughts deepened.
'…is to recreate the conditions of our birth.'
The Sin Gods themselves were not born in ordinary ways. They were manifestations of concentrated sin—gathered, shaped, and given form by the Heavenly Dao, the collective subconscious of the world.
Such a condition… could not be replicated by a single mortal.
'It's impossible. Bibi Dong cannot fulfill those requirements.'