"Hey, Bibi Dong."
"How long are you planning to keep grabbing my neck?!"
Bibi Dong's hands suddenly stiffened.
That voice—
She slowly, very stiffly, turned her head.
And then she froze.
What she was holding… wasn't a weapon.
Nor an object.
Nor a random treasure she pulled out in panic.
It was—
A body.
A familiar body.
Her own old body.
Graceful, noble, beautiful even in its lifelessness—
Eyes closed, limp, like a discarded puppet.
Yet this body, a soulless shell mere moments ago—
Had just spoken.
Before she could process the absurdity, the thin, hairlike wisp of purple-black aura at its forehead—
flared open like a vertical slit of hell.
And then—
Those closed eyes snapped open.
Two dark-violet beams, cold and destructive, flickered inside.
Seeing those eyes, Bibi Dong's soul seized.
A name she could never forget exploded inside her mind—
Rakshasa God.
She had endured its Nine Trials.
She had been tormented, corroded, nearly devoured.
Even after Senior erased every trace of Rakshasa corruption—including the Trials—
She thought she was finally free.
Never did she imagine—
The thing would make a comeback.
Inside her discarded body.
And now—
It had awakened.
The realization struck her soul like lightning.
"Get out!!!"
Her scream was filled with instinctive fear and revulsion.
Her arm swung before she even thought—
And she hurled that possessed body with all her strength.
It was the movement of someone flinging away the world's most disgusting cockroach.
However—
By the ultimate cosmic joke—
The thrown body arced through the air—
Straight toward the Angel God's immobilized phantom.
Angel God: "…"
Her expression—
The despair from being trapped by Lin Feng—
The heartbreak of failing to possess Bibi Dong's body—
Combined with this incoming flying corpse—
Created one single, unified expression:
Complete disbelief.
What does this have to do with ME?!
Why are you throwing bodies at ME?!
I'm just an innocent God passing by!!!
But she had no body, no mass, no movement—
Only eyes wide open—
As the corpse collided directly with her.
"BOOM!"
A strange, muffled sound echoed.
Golden divine light and purple-black evil aura clashed violently—
Holy vs. Evil, Light vs. Darkness—
But the clash lasted only half a second.
Then—
The body seemed to become a bottomless pit.
It dragged the Angel God's divine soul
AND the Rakshasa God's spiritual consciousness—
straight into itself.
"No—!!!"
Qian Daoliu howled.
He watched his ancestor get "eaten" right before his eyes.
Qian Renxue's face paled as well.
"Ancestor… died again?"
"THUD."
The body crashed heavily onto the floor.
And the entire restaurant—
fell into dead silence.
Qian Daoliu's heart nearly exploded.
His ancestor's soul was already weak.
Now it got sucked into a body polluted with evil god aura—
Wouldn't she just… die again?
He stuttered, voice trembling:
"A–Ancestor…?"
Before he could get another word out—
The body's finger—
moved.
Silently, fluidly, gracefully—
She rose to her feet.
She dusted off her long dress, elegant as always.
Then she lifted her head.
On that familiar, gorgeous face now hung a cold, sinister smile.
Purple-black light flickered in her eyes.
Her gaze slid across the room—
And locked onto Bibi Dong, who was still on guard.
Her voice was low and hoarse, dripping with malice.
"Bibi Dong…"
"Rakshasa Dong" spoke.
"How did you do it?"
"How did you cleanse my influence… strip my spiritual thought… and even create a new body?"
Feeling the evil divinity radiating from her, Qian Daoliu's pupils shrank.
Suppressing the cold sweat down his back, he stepped forward.
"Who are you?!"
"Where is my ancestor?!"
"Rakshasa Dong" blinked—
Confused.
"Ancestor?"
But before she could say more—
Her body twitched violently
as if electricity ran through it.
Her limbs jerked, contorting into stiff, unnatural angles.
Her neck arched backward in an impossible angle.
Her mouth produced choked, glitching sounds:
"U-uh… uh… uh—"
She looked like a malfunctioning puppet—
Or a spirit-possessed robot short-circuiting on the spot.
Everyone's scalps tingled in unison.
Even Qian Daoliu swallowed his follow-up questions whole.
Then—
SNAP!
The bowed head abruptly dropped down.
When she raised her head again—
It was the same face.
But—
The aura was completely different.
Gone was the Rakshasa's cold, evil presence.
In its place was—
A gentle, sacred, dignified presence tinged with exasperation.
She glanced at her palms.
Then felt the spirit power within this vessel.
A moment later—
She sighed deeply.
"Ay… so it still failed."
Her voice was clear, divine.
The Angel God.
"Well, at least… my soul won't dissipate for now."
This wasn't the ideal "god-level mansion" she'd wanted.
But it was still a large, sturdy house,
newly renovated, and most importantly—
free.
"Let me see what exactly is going on with this body."
She murmured and closed her eyes—
her spiritual thought sinking inward.
She had barely examined the inner structure for two breaths—
Before her eyes snapped open—
And in her golden pupils erupted pure horror—
followed by a shrill, divine scream:
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
Her divine voice cracked.
"WHY IS THERE STILL THE RAKSHASA GOD IN THIS BODY?!"
Her expression twisted in outrage.
It felt like finally acquiring a free house—
only to open the door and discover—
A notorious serial killer was sitting in the living room eating snacks.
Who could live like this?!
Qian Daoliu silently wiped sweat from his forehead.
Seeing his ancestor's face twist in panic, he shakily asked:
"A-Ancestor… you…"
Before he finished—
The body—
twisted violently again.
Just like before.