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Chapter 489.

Only Wang Feng knew the real reason behind all of this.

He had, indeed, been favored by the Rakshasa God.

Why? Because his body and talent were just too overwhelming.

Wang Feng believed that his [Dustless Glazed Body], formed through the tempering of the [Red Lotus Karmic Fire], was far too pure—his soul spotless. It was the kind of vessel that could perfectly accommodate any divine inheritance.

In simpler terms, he was like a blank canvas.

A blank canvas that any god could paint their ideals upon. Unlike Bibi Dong or other powerful soul masters, whose life experiences and emotional growth had already shaped them into "complete" beings, Wang Feng was different. He was untainted, adaptable—a divine rarity.

This is also why divine inheritances were so difficult to pass on. Soul masters, regardless of their talent, matured into unique individuals based on their life experiences. The gods had very specific requirements, and high talent alone wasn't enough, compatibility was essential.

In Bibi Dong's case, her compatibility with the Rakshasa God was a result of her traumatic life and deep-rooted inner darkness. Wang Feng, on the other hand, was an anomaly—a pure soul able to adapt to any divine mold.

That's why the Rakshasa God chose him instantly.

More accurately, it wasn't the second test of the True God that he had received.

It was actually the same as Bibi Dong's.

Wang Feng had only said "second test" to mislead.

The answer was simple, when the divine light from the Rakshasa statue hit his forehead, it didn't remain there.

It was instantly devoured by his Dark Angel Martial Soul.

That divine light, the essence of the Rakshasa God's approval, had been absorbed and converted—fuel for his evolving power.

At the same time, Wang Feng noticed that his seventh blood pattern was now complete—the progress bar finally ticking from 99% to 100%.

He had nearly filled it earlier after consuming the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Grass in Slaughter City, but something had still been missing.

Now, after absorbing this trace of divine will, it was complete.

"So, the blood pattern needs divine power to fully evolve…"

Wang Feng realized that the seventh blood pattern—formed by absorbing the Killing God Domain—was especially difficult to cultivate because it was derived from divine energy in the first place. The Killing God Domain was essentially a weakened form of a divine domain.

It all made sense now.

With this, all seven blood patterns tied to his Dark Angel Martial Soul had been cultivated by Wang Feng himself.

Though he didn't know their full abilities yet, he could feel the transformation taking place. A new pair of black wings had manifested from his martial soul—larger, more intricate, and inscribed with faint Rakshasa-like patterns. They shimmered subtly with divine darkness.

"My Dark Angel Martial Soul… is now fully activated."

He could feel the power surging through him.

Of course, Bibi Dong and Phantom Death Douluo had no idea what had just occurred.

Phantom Death Douluo, still bewildered, asked, Lord White Pontiff, what is the content of your first trial–?"

After all, any True God-level trial, even the first, was guaranteed to be immensely difficult—surpassing all the previous Rakshasa trials.

Wang Feng calmly responded, "The first trial is to ascend to the 16th floor of the Rakshasa Temple and defeat the soul beast imprisoned by the Wraith clan: the Tianluo Mingyu Beast."

This trial had been imprinted into his soul by the Rakshasa God's will—what remained of it, at least. The rest had been consumed to complete his blood pattern.

So only one trial remained.

Phantom Death Douluo's expression changed slightly. "Tianluo Mingyu Beast? Isn't that usually the final test of the Seven Rakshasa Trials? That's your first trial?"

Wang Feng didn't answer directly. The beast wasn't necessarily from the ninth trial—it was simply what the last fragment of divine will had included.

"The Tianluo Mingyu Beast has a cultivation of 100,000 years…" Phantom Death Douluo frowned. "Even a Rank-99 Titled Douluo would struggle to defeat it."

That caught Wang Feng by surprise.

A 99-level Douluo struggling with a single 100,000-year beast?

Phantom Death Douluo explained, "It's a hybrid—born of my Wraith clan and a soul beast. The Tianluo lineage… Because of its bloodline, it inherits the best of both species. Physical attacks do nothing, and spiritual abilities are ineffective. Unless you possess divine power, you can't possibly defeat it."

Wang Feng nodded slowly, understanding the challenge. The Wraith clan's greatest strengths were their spiritual resilience and resistance to physical damage. This beast had both, and more.

Back then, Wang Feng had only defeated Phantom Death Douluo with the help of his karmic flames.

This was going to be a real test.

Phantom Death Douluo then asked, "What about the second test?"

Wang Feng's expression remained composed, and he replied, "The second test… is to assist the Supreme Pontiff in passing her Nine Trials and becoming a True God."

Both Phantom Death Douluo and Bibi Dong froze in place.

Naturally, Wang Feng had fabricated this second test.

The truth was, the Rakshasa God's final will did include that instruction—but Wang Feng interpreted it differently.

By "assisting" Bibi Dong, he would participate in her trials.

And through that… he would find a way to disrupt them.

To sabotage her divine inheritance.

To destroy her path to becoming a Rakshasa God.

Otherwise, Bibi Dong wouldn't have easily agreed to let Wang Feng participate in her assessment.

She was cautious by nature—and in a place as mysterious and dangerous as this secret realm, getting close to her wouldn't be easy.

So Wang Feng had fabricated the second trial as a way to justify his presence.

With that excuse in place, Bibi Dong wouldn't question it too much.

"Assist Her Majesty Bibi Dong?" Phantom Death Douluo blinked, clearly surprised. "What kind of strange divine trial is that? Is that why the Rakshasa God chose you, but only gave you two tests?"

As he spoke, Phantom Death Douluo chuckled lightly, as if finding his own theory rather clever.

"Could it be that you entered the secret realm by sensing Her Majesty's evil aura?"

But Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed slightly, as if something had occurred to her.

"Didn't I also enter the secret realm by sensing the evil in my heart?"

Her voice was calm, but thoughtful.

Phantom Death Douluo was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly, realizing something.

"Right! If you were drawn into the realm by sensing Her Majesty's aura instead of your own, then that would explain a lot. After all, the Rakshasa God can't have two heirs."

"Your presence here, and your connection to the Supreme Pontiff's aura, would make sense. That's probably why the Rakshasa God only gave you two trials."

"The first one was just to verify whether you were capable of assisting Her Majesty Bibi Dong. And the second trial? To fulfill that role!"

As he spoke, Bibi Dong subtly nodded in agreement. She didn't seem skeptical at all.

Wang Feng: "…"

Honestly, he was stunned by how the two of them managed to come up with such convincing explanations.

'I just made up a lie... but why does it sound so logical when they explain it?

Even I'm starting to believe it.'

But in the end, their speculations helped him.

Now, neither of them doubted the legitimacy of his second divine trial. After all, only Wang Feng knew what the actual content of the test was.

Phantom Death Douluo smiled and motioned for Wang Feng to follow him.

"Come, I'll take you to the sixteenth floor of the Rakshasa Temple. You need to witness the strength of the Tianluo Mingyu Beast firsthand."

"There's usually a time limit to such assessments. But this beast is so formidable, there's no need to rush. Until you understand its weakness, you don't have to fight it head-on."

"But if you do manage to defeat it… you'll truly be in a position to assist Her Majesty. That would be remarkable."

As they walked, Wang Feng followed Phantom Death Douluo deeper into the Rakshasa Temple.

Bibi Dong trailed behind, silent and thoughtful.

The Nine Trials of the True God were not just difficult—they were life-threatening.

It had taken her years just to reach the eighth trial.

She knew well: failure wasn't just a setback. In many cases, it meant losing your qualifications to inherit a god's position altogether. And sometimes, the cost was even steeper—crippling cultivation or worse.

That's why she didn't speak.

She was watching. Evaluating.

And Wang Feng?

He was one step closer to the opportunity he needed—to get close enough to destroy her divine inheritance from within.

The most severe consequence of failure in the divine trials… is death.

Every single step is filled with danger.

If Wang Wu's second trial truly involved assisting her, Bibi Dong naturally wouldn't object. After all, if he succeeded, it would increase her chances of becoming a god.

And her current eighth trial was –incredibly difficult.

Although Bibi Dong was confident in her abilities, she knew the value of a strong ally. If Wang Wu could genuinely help her—perhaps even allow her to complete the divine inheritance ahead of time—then it was a risk worth taking. There was nothing to lose, only potential to gain.

Of course, she had considered whether this Wang Wu had any hidden intentions. Was he trying to sabotage her divine inheritance?

But after careful thought, she dismissed it.

There was no enmity between them. If Wang Wu truly held a grudge, why would he bring back a 100,000-year-old soul beast alive for her to absorb its soul ring? Why go to such lengths?

He didn't know the secret behind her godhood. In fact, few did. Bibi Dong had never told anyone about the specifics of her divine inheritance. Wang Wu couldn't possibly be pretending all this time.

Besides, there were many opportunities where Wang Wu could've crippled Soul Hall—yet he didn't.

Whether it was the Soul Hunting Operation or the Beast Hunting Operation—had Wang Wu shown even the slightest hint of hostility, Soul Hall would have suffered catastrophic losses.

And then there were people like Qian Renxue and Hu Liena. He could have harmed them too, but chose not to.

After all this, Bibi Dong's trust in Wang Wu had reached an unshakable level.

Soon, they arrived at the sixteenth floor of the Rakshasa Temple.

"Inside lies the Tianluo Mingyu Beast," Phantom Death Douluo said gravely, as he opened the door and led Wang Feng inside.

The chamber was massive. The moment he stepped in, Wang Feng felt his body lock up under the pressure of a powerful aura.

They stood on a high platform, protected by a translucent light screen. Below, the surroundings were encased in black iron walls—like a giant cage, dark and menacing.

From above, Wang Feng could only see a small figure moving below.

"Is… that the Tianluo Mingyu Beast?" Wang Feng was stunned.

He had expected some enormous, terrifying soul beast. But down there… was just a child.

"Ahem… yes, that's him," Phantom Death Douluo said with a strange look.

"That child is very special. Though young, he inherited the power of both his parents. His father was a 100,000-year soul beast, and his mother… a Titled Douluo from our Wraith Clan."

"He's half-human, half-beast. And though he looks harmless now, if provoked, he'll unleash his true beast form."

Wang Feng was quietly amazed.

In this world, only 100,000-year-old soul beasts could take on human form—and even then, they'd lose their cultivation in the process. Only by reaching the level of a Titled Douluo again could they break that shackle.

Yet this child, born of a beast and a human, had inherited power from both… while remaining in human form?

'A born hybrid with great potential… this guy's got a protagonist setup,' Wang Feng mused.

'Compared to him, even Tang San and Xiao Wu's backstories seem mild. Is this what it looks like when the universe creates a natural boss-level character?'

Just then, Phantom Death Douluo spoke again.

"Lord Pontiff, you should first observe the child and—"

Before he could finish, Wang Feng had already leapt out of the protective barrier—falling straight into the pit below.

Phantom Death Douluo: "…"

'I was going to say, 'observe first and then evaluate your chances'… but this guy just jumped in!'

"Your Majesty Bibi Dong… this…" Phantom Death Douluo took a deep breath.

From above, they saw –Wang Feng descend—and as soon as he landed, a semi-transparent black barrier enclosed the entire chamber.

The trial had officially begun. No one could intervene now.

"Let's observe," Bibi Dong said, her brows slightly furrowed.

Despite Wang Wu's recklessness, his boldness and unwavering confidence were part of what made him so compelling. Bibi Dong didn't think he could defeat the Tianluo Mingyu Beast…

But she chose to believe in his strength.

"Once a trial begins, there –are only two outcomes: success or failure," Phantom Death Douluo muttered. "If he fails to assist you, it will be incredibly dangerous. Every step of the True God Trials is deadly."

"Lord White Pontiff is far too impulsive."

"In our Wraith Clan, not even our kings could defeat the Tianluo Mingyu Beast. The one with the highest odds of doing it… is Wang Feng."

Phantom Death Douluo's voice dropped as he added:

"His flame powers are the nemesis of our origin—deadly against this beast."

"Hmph." Bibi Dong scoffed. "If Wang Feng dares enter the secret realm, his power will be suppressed. He'd never win."

After all, the temple had special enchantments that suppressed martial souls and soul abilities. Only those undergoing a trial were exempt from this restriction.

Meanwhile, Wang Feng stood in the arena below.

He finally saw the child clearly—black eyes, black hair, delicate features, not even a meter tall. His ragged clothing made him look almost pitiful.

He reminded Wang Feng of Nezha, the mischievous demon boy from a movie in his past life.

Then the child looked at him and tilted his head.

"Big brother… you smell good," the little one said.

Wang Feng: "…?"

That was definitely not what he expected to hear.

"Compared to you, those other soul masters smelled like garbage," the child said casually, hands in his pockets. "After all these years of being stuck here–… I can finally eat something nice."

Wang Feng blinked.

'Yep. Definitely not your average kid.'

(End of this chapter)

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