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Chapter 488.

Looking at the Rakshasa Temple ahead, Wang Feng felt an inexplicable stirring in his heart.

He sensed that a certain unique power was repelling his aura, yet it also felt somewhat similar to the Dark Angel Martial Soul residing in his Sea of Consciousness.

Especially when he looked at the statue of Rakshasa, Wang Feng vaguely felt the Dark Angel Martial Soul stir slightly—though with a hint of disdain.

It was a very strange feeling.

"How could a Martial Soul give me such thoughts?"

Wang Feng felt puzzled.

After all, what stood before him was only a statue of the Rakshasa God, and his Dark Angel was merely a Martial Soul. Could it be that this Martial Soul ranked higher than Rakshasa?

Wang Feng wondered. Or perhaps, was it the being represented by this Dark Angel Martial Soul? But Wang Feng couldn't recall any god associated with dark angels in Douluo Dalu franchise.

As if waiting for Wang Feng's decision, Luo You remained calm.

So did Bibi Dong.

"I'm ready," Wang Feng said decisively. Since he was already here, it didn't matter whether he received rewards or not—the main reason was that he wanted to experience divine power and understand what these trials entailed.

Hearing this, Phantom Death Douluo nodded. He stepped forward to the entrance of the Rakshasa Temple and pressed his palm against the door.

A radiance burst from where his hand touched–, and every crevice of the massive door began to shift, opening slightly.

Then, the great door opened, revealing a light from within.

The gate was enormous—at least ten meters tall. The frame was carved with many beings, part human and part beast, ancient and eerie in appearance. Among them were several figures resembling the Phantom Death Douluo clan members. Phantom Death Douluo was also among them.

The moment he placed his hand on the door, the carving of him on the frame lit up.

Wang Feng recognized the other figures.

When they arrived, Phantom Death Douluo had explained that the strongest lineage of the clan, known as the Wraith King, served the Rakshasa God. He was more powerful than even Phantom Death Douluo himself and had guarded this secret realm for generations.

The rest of the carvings represented the Titled Douluo powerhouses of the Wraith tribe.

Only those of the Wraith tribe depicted on the gate were qualified to open the Rakshasa Temple.

Outsiders were rarely allowed to enter easily. Usually, they had to pass a test to prove themselves worthy before the temple would open.

But Wang Feng was an exception—Bibi Dong had opened the "back door" for him.

He didn't have to go through the preliminary tests and could proceed directly into the temple's trials.

Once the door opened, a dark curtain of light shimmered before them, lined with circular patterns. What lay beyond was obscured and mysterious.

"Go in," Bibi Dong said calmly.

She also needed to enter for her own trials. While the nature of the tests varied, many of them took place inside the temple. Others were based on different conditions.

But the first requirement was qualification—to step into the temple.

Entering meant gaining eligibility for the trials.

Wang Feng nodded and followed Bibi Dong into the temple, with Phantom Death Douluo walking beside them.

As Wang Feng passed through the light curtain, he felt as if many of his powers had been restricted—locked down or sealed off.

His Martial Soul, soul power, and even his soul bones were all rendered useless.

Only... Wang Feng noticed that the power of his blood line like power still remained.

This power had been awakened through his cultivation of the Dark Angel Martial Soul. It was unique, forged from the emotional energies he had absorbed in the Slaughter City.

In essence, it came from the Dark Angel Martial Soul, though that Martial Soul was itself a singular existence.

Once inside the temple, Wang Feng began to observe his surroundings.

The internal layout surprised him. It was brightly lit, in stark contrast to the dark sky outside. It felt like he had stepped from night into day.

They stood in a vast, empty hall. At the front stood a towering, majestic statue of the Rakshasa God.

In Wang Feng's mind, this must be the true statue of the Rakshasa God. It held a black scythe and looked terrifying. Though humanoid, it exuded an incredibly sinister aura. It was unclear whether the figure was male or female. At its heart, a faint light flickered occasionally.

In front of the statue were two rows of ivory-like stone pillars, each so massive that it would take six or seven people to encircle one. They were imposing and majestic.

Carved into the pillars were ancient, blood-soaked scenes.

"Compared to the Rakshasa God statue atop the outer temple, this must be the real one," Wang Feng thought with a heavy heart, feeling the immense pressure radiating from it.

Above them, the temple seemed to have multiple levels. Wang Feng could faintly sense several powerful auras from the upper levels.

"The temple is divided into eighteen levels. Depending on the strength of the challenger, they'll be assigned to different levels for their trial," Phantom Death Douluo explained simply. Once inside, his expression became solemn, almost reverent.

The three of them approached the statue, which stood at least seven or eight meters tall.

The closer they got, the more pressure Wang Feng felt.

"This is the Rakshasa God statue. It holds a trace of Rakshasa God's divine power," Bibi Dong explained. "Because of that divine power, we experience great pressure and are subject to special restraints in this secret realm."

As she spoke, a light flashed in her eyes. "This is the rule of the gods. Even Titled Douluo are affected here. It's similar to the domain rules of Slaughter City."

Wang Feng nodded slightly.

"Your Holiness, please drop a drop of blood here."

Phantom Death Douluo led Wang Feng to a stone platform in front of the statue. Beneath the platform was a fierce-looking beast whose open mouth was connected to the Rakshasa God statue. The place where the blood was to be dropped was the beast's gaping maw.

"The true Rakshasa God values blood," Phantom Death Douluo said slowly. "The more powerful the soul master, the stronger their blood line. Only when the blood line reaches a certain level will the Rakshasa God acknowledge them and offer trials accordingly. Her Majesty Bibi Dong was granted the highest—Rakshasa's Nine Divine Trials. Also known as the Nine Trials of the Rakshasa God."

"Once she completes all nine trials, Bibi Dong will inherit the Rakshasa godhood and ascend to godhood herself."

"Below that are the Seven Divine Trials. Those who pass these trials qualify to become a worshipper of the Wraith clan and lead them in service to the Rakshasa."

"Furthermore, there are five trials for killing evil spirits, three trials for the slaughter of a hundred demons, two trials for exterminating wicked entities, and so on..."

As Phantom Death Douluo explained, Wang Feng found himself standing beneath the massive statue of the Rakshasa God.

Around them were many guards, including members of the Wraith clan resembling Phantom Death Douluo—majestic and commanding. They looked extraordinary, like devoted vassals guarding the Rakshasa God.

There were also various spirits or creatures nearby—some grotesque, some terrifying, and others downright monstrous.

Seeing all this, Wang Feng began to understand why Bibi Dong had brought him here.

"Lord White?" Ghost Douluo gently reminded him, seeing Wang Feng in a daze. "Her Majesty Bibi Dong holds you in high regard. Don't worry, with your talent and bloodline, you're likely to receive at least the Five Trials of the Rakshasa—possibly even the Seven Trials..."

"Why not the Nine Trials of the True God?" Wang Feng asked calmly.

Phantom Death Douluo was taken aback, then replied, "Because the gods only choose one successor. Also, the requirements for the Nine Trials of the True God are extremely high. Across the entire continent, individuals like Her Majesty Bibi Dong can be counted on one hand. Only she fulfills the standards of the Rakshasa True God."

Indeed, few on the continent could match Bibi Dong in terms of talent.

But more than talent, it was her experiences that set her apart.

She had endured darkness, her spirit and soul had undergone radical transformations, and she harbored true evil in her heart—yet hadn't been fully consumed by it.

That's why she was chosen by the Rakshasa God.

Wang Feng frowned slightly. Then, turning his palm upward, he gathered a drop of blood and let it fall into the mouth of the beast at the base of the statue.

Phantom Death Douluo and Bibi Dong both watched intently.

This was the second time Wang Feng had shed blood—the first time being when he helped Oscar test a soul ability.

And just like before, a peculiar, intoxicating fragrance wafted from the blood.

In the next instant, Phantom Death Douluo's eyes involuntarily showed a glint of greed and longing.

Even Bibi Dong felt a surge of desire rise from within her—an overwhelming urge to devour that drop of blood.

She was momentarily shaken.

This person named Wang Wu had an unusual constitution!

His blood seemed to hold an immense allure—not just for her, but for the entire Wraith clan. It felt like consuming that drop of blood would significantly boost their cultivation.

Bibi Dong stared at Wang Wu with a composed expression.

This man had already surprised her in countless ways.

But this... was something else entirely.

Phantom Death Douluo, by contrast, showed unfiltered greed and longing in his eyes.

He even had a fleeting thought—'if I could consume that drop of blood, would my injuries heal? Could I become stronger?'

This was an instinctual desire.

However, Phantom Death Douluo was also a seasoned warrior of the Wraith clan–. He would never dare act on that impulse, especially in the sacred Rakshasa Temple. So, he could only stand there and watch respectfully.

The moment the drop of blood fell into the beast's mouth, a burst of radiant light erupted from the statues of various races around the Rakshasa God.

First, the lowest-ranked Evil Spirit statue lit up. Then the higher-tier ones followed—one after another. Finally, the statue of the Worshipper of the Wraith clan lit up.

Phantom Death Douluo was stunned.

The lighting up of a statue meant that a corresponding trial had been triggered—that the statue had recognized the individual.

But in a blink, the largest statue—the Divine Trial of the True God itself—also lit up!

It happened so quickly, with no hesitation at all.

Phantom Death Douluo was speechless, and even Bibi Dong behind him was stunned.

"Nine Trials of the True God?" Ghost Douluo whispered in disbelief.

How could this be possible?

It meant the Rakshasa God had chosen him. But gods never selected two successors at the same time!

Phantom Death Douluo had never seen anything like it in his nearly century-long life. Sure, he'd seen other geniuses undergo the Nine Trials, but it always happened after the previous successor had died—never simultaneously.

'Could it be... the god has changed the rules?' he wondered.

Bibi Dong, too, was astonished.

She had undergone the Nine Trials of the True God through legitimate means, so she knew just how impossibly high the standards were.

Talent aside, what puzzled her most was this:

Wang Wu had no evil in his heart. He couldn't even perceive emotions.

This was completely at odds with the core principle of the Rakshasa God's selection, which favored individuals who embraced evil and chaos.

That's what confused Bibi Dong the most.

However, she thought of two possible explanations:

One—Wang Wu was lying. Maybe he was truly evil deep down and had been hiding it all along.

But that seemed impossible.

During their earlier time in the Rakshasa illusion, Wang Wu had absorbed the evil energy from her, even learning part of her deepest thoughts.

At the same time, Bibi Dong had sensed the purity within his soul.

She didn't share this with Wang Wu. But in that illusory realm, he had seen the evil in her heart—and hadn't judged her.

But Bibi Dong could still feel that the aura of Wang Wu's soul was undeniably pure. What puzzled her was that she couldn't see any of his memories.

The second possibility she considered was even more astonishing—Wang Wu's talent might be so overwhelming that the Rakshasa God was compelled to choose him, breaking its own rules.

As this thought took hold, Bibi Dong suddenly remembered that drop of blood.

The intense temptation and desire it had stirred within her was not normal—it had to be a sign of Wang Wu's rare and extraordinary physique. A bold idea struck her, one that even shocked herself:

'Could it be that the god covets Wang Wu's body—his very constitution?

And that's why he was also chosen as a successor?'

For a moment, both Bibi Dong and Phantom Death Douluo were lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.

Just then, the heart of the Rakshasa statue began to glow.

Strangely, after reaching a brilliant peak, the light quickly dimmed.

Only a faint, dark ray of light shot out from the statue's chest and imprinted itself on Wang Feng's forehead, forming the shape of a scythe—though very faint.

Moments later, the light completely faded, and the hall returned to a tranquil silence.

"Rakshasa… Nine Trials…" Phantom Death Douluo slowly stepped forward, his voice filled with awe.

"Lord White Pontiff, what you have received is… the Nine Trials of the True God."

His tone was deeply respectful.

Yet even now, he felt confused.

There were now two chosen ones for the Nine Trials of the True God. So… who would ultimately inherit the divine position?

Bibi Dong remained silent. Internally, her emotions were not that simple.

"It's truly unbelievable…" Phantom Death Douluo's voice trembled slightly.

But Wang Feng slowly shook his head and said, "No… What I received was not the Nine Trials of the True God. It was the Second Trial of the True God."

That one sentence left both Phantom Death Douluo and Bibi Dong utterly confused once more.

"The… Second Trial of the True God?" Phantom Death Douluo, with all his experience, had never encountered anything like this.

Even Bibi Dong was completely dumbfounded. What was going on? If the Rakshasa God had accepted Wang Wu, then naturally it should have bestowed all Nine Trials.

How could it stop at only the Second Trial?

(End of Chapter)

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