The Spirit Hall!
In the dark, secret chamber beneath the Spirit Hall, the dense darkness seemed to materialize, engulfing everything.
Suddenly, a soft footstep broke the deathly silence.
A graceful figure slowly emerged from the endless darkness.
Her steps were light, yet each one struck the silent space like a heavy hammer.
With each step, her aura began to rise.
At first, it was only a faint fluctuation, like a breeze across a lake.
But then, with each step, her aura grew stronger, like an invisible pressure spreading throughout the chamber.
Her figure gradually became clearer, graceful yet possessing an irresistible majesty.
The darkness seemed to retreat around her, yet also seemed to embrace her, becoming part of her power.
When she reached the exit of the chamber, strange phenomena even began to appear above the entire Spirit Hall.
Dark clouds rolled in, intertwined with lightning and thunder. A howling wind threatened to engulf the entire Spirit Hall in a storm.
She stood there, head slightly tilted back, her gaze piercing the darkness as she looked at the turbulent sky, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.
Countless residents of the Spirit Hall took to the streets, watching this scene with horror.
Their faces were filled with fear and confusion, whispering amongst themselves, but no one could explain what was happening.
"What's going on? How could such a strange phenomenon suddenly appear?"
An old man said, his voice trembling.
"I don't know, it feels like something terrible is about to happen,"
A young man beside him said, equally terrified.
Many Title Douluos of the Spirit Hall also appeared, gazing at the strange sight in the sky, equally bewildered.
"I've never seen such a phenomenon before, what could it be?"
One Title Douluo muttered to himself, his brow furrowed.
Only Qian Daoliu, atop the Hall of Worship, suddenly stood high above, his face grave as he looked in this direction.
His gaze was deep and worried, as if he sensed something momentous was about to occur.
Qian Daoliu clenched his fists, his aura fluctuating slightly as he pondered to himself,
"This power is unfamiliar and strong, could it be..."
At this moment, the wind grew stronger, causing everyone's clothes to flutter loudly, and the unknown brought by that mysterious figure plunged the entire Spirit Hall into a state of tension and unease.
In the secret chamber beneath the Spirit Hall, the beautiful figure—Bibi Dong—smirked, then burst into maniacal laughter:
"She succeeded! She really succeeded!"
Her laughter echoed through the chamber, filled with boundless elation and madness.
"I have completed the ninth trial of the Rakshasa God!
I am now the Rakshasa God!"
Bibi Dong's voice was filled with majesty and pride, her eyes flashing with a strange and powerful light.
She spread her arms, and black energy surged from her body, instantly filling the entire chamber.
That energy was cold and evil, seemingly capable of devouring all life.
Bibi Dong felt the new, almost inexhaustible divine power within her, and her ambition swelled accordingly.
"This world will tremble beneath my feet!" she shouted, her voice filled with a thirst for power and strength.
The darkness in the chamber grew even denser, as if cheering for the newly born deity.
(End of Chapter)
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