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Chapter 492.

Passing this test? Don't talk about rewards.

Wang Feng didn't care too much about the rewards. The increase in soul power was only about two levels. The strange evil energy he felt didn't seem like a domain power but rather the subtle influence of the Rakshasa God's power, which was directly absorbed by his Dark Angel Martial Soul.

This faint power was likely related to his affinity with inheriting the Rakshasa's Godhood.

However, what Wang Feng cared about most was being able to destroy Bibi Dong's inheritance of the godhood. Once that issue was resolved, Wang Feng felt he could sit back and relax in the future, doing whatever he wanted.

This battle had made Wang Feng reflect deeply. The strength of the soul beast was at the level of a 100,000-year-old beast, which was really troublesome.

To be honest, Wang Feng had never fought against such an old soul beast with righteousness and 100,000 years of cultivation. The Star Five-Headed Dragon was dying, and the Headless Beast was also severely injured when he defeated them. Wang Feng had defeated them with a sneak attack and the Cloud Flag, then sealed them in the flag.

There were also the Mountain and Sea Ice Dragon Whale in the Extreme North, which wasn't a genuine 100,000 years old soul beast.

This Tianluo Mingyu Beast was the first official 100,000-year-old soul beast that Wang Feng had fought head on, and it was also one of the most incredibly powerful and troublesome of them all.

Furthermore, the beast was particularly weird because it inherited the power of its parents. Not only was its body strong, but it became even stronger after transforming into its original beast form. It also had an ultimate immunity effect, and Phantom Death Douluo had said that only the power of a god could defeat it.

This wasn't a lie.

The most powerful thing about the Tianluo Mingyu Beast was its unique abilities and innate traits.

As Wang Feng thought about it, he returned to the high platform.

"Congratulations to Lord White Pontiff."

Phantom Death Douluo said respectfully, "You are the most extraordinary soul master I've seen in many years. You're the only one who has been able to defeat the Tianluo Mingyu Beast."

Although it was a bootlicking compliment, Phantom Death Douluo wasn't lying. Wang Feng was truly the only soul master he had seen who could defeat the Tianluo Mingyu Beast.

"This soul beast only inherited its parents' cultivation base, but it's still very young..." Wang Feng said calmly. "It's a pity it's been imprisoned here. Its combat experience is severely lacking, and its mind is pure and untainted."

Yes, this Tianluo Mingyu Beast looked very young to Wang Feng. It was similar to Xiao Wu.

When Xiao Wu transformed into human form, her mind wasn't fully developed. But this Tianluo Mingyu Beast was more special. It had a very strong cultivation base and could freely transform into its original beast form.

You must remember that Xiao Wu was only about six or seven years old when she transformed into human form, and she couldn't do so without very high cultivation. Even when she transformed, she didn't have such formidable strength.

The lack of combat experience was understandable. The Seventh Test of Wraith had very high requirements for soul masters, and it was rare for someone to reach the seventh test and face the Tianluo Mingyu Beast. Moreover, being imprisoned here left the beast with almost no combat experience. Most soul masters were directly crushed by the Tianluo Mingyu Beast, so what kind of combat experience could they have?

Otherwise, Wang Feng wouldn't have had much of a chance.

"Lord Pontiff is humble," said Phantom Death Douluo, his voice respectful. "But you have passed the first test, and you've been recognized by the true god. You can now assist Her Majesty, Bibi Dong."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, a faint smile on her face. After all, Wang Wu hadn't disappointed her.

"What is the content of the Supreme Pontiff's assessment?" Wang Feng asked calmly. He didn't look anxious. He believed in the principle that haste makes waste. Safety first.

"The eighth test." Bibi Dong stepped out onto the floor, stood in the corridor, and looked up. "With dual martial souls, you need nine soul rings, at least two of which must be from soul beasts over 100,000 years old, and these must be recognized by the magical Rakshasa Scythe."

Hearing this, Wang Feng was slightly startled. It turned out she was just short of a soul ring from a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

There were two conditions for the eighth test. Bibi Dong had already fulfilled one—she had absorbed the soul ring from the Headless Beast, which gave her nine soul rings. The remaining condition was to obtain the artifact...

Wang Feng's heart –sank.

A 100,000-year-old soul beast, to gain Bibi Dong's trust, had allowed her to fulfill the condition for the eighth test. The rest was the approval of the artifact.

This was it. Wang Feng had to interrupt Bibi Dong's inheritance of the godhood.

He thought to himself, 'If Bibi Dong really gets the artifact, the consequences would be disastrous!'

However, interrupting the process wasn't going to be easy. He would have to plan carefully.

"The Rakshasa Scythe is an artifact of the Rakshasa God, and it is extremely difficult to obtain the approval of this artifact."

Phantom Death Douluo looked up. "First of all, the artifact is on the top of the temple, on the eighteenth floor of the Rakshasa Temple. Once you enter this floor, the evil in your heart will be doubled. It can range from mental disarray to instant death. Secondly, according to the records, the Rakshasa Scythe contains the power of the true god. Once held, it will subject the holder to violent soul impact until it approved. If you let go, it means failure, and the previous eight tests will be voided, expelling you from the secret realm!"

Bibi Dong nodded slightly.

However, she was very confident—mainly in herself.

"Since the artifact will only recognize one owner, should I not be able to help?" Wang Feng asked.

The artifact could only acknowledge one master, so others couldn't assist with the process.

"Yes," Phantom Death Douluo replied solemnly. "On the eighteenth floor, an extremely evil aura spreads. Every moment you stay there, your spirit will be greatly impacted. Under such conditions, it will be difficult to accept the power of the Rakshasa Scythe. Even a Titled Douluo at level ninety-nine will find it a huge burden. The more evil a person harbors in their heart, the more difficult it will be."

"Because if you can't control your evil desires, you will instantly fail!"

"Lord Pontiff, you have absorbed the evil breath of Her Majesty Bibi Dong. You can help share some of the pressure for her when that time comes. This is of vital importance!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng's heart stirred.

This Rakshasa God inheritance was really not easy. It required immense evil power. But the more evil someone harbored in their heart, the harder it was to inherit the power! Holding the Rakshasa Scythe and dealing with its impact was no small matter.

As a member of the Wraith Clan, Phantom Death Douluo understood the tests and challenges well.

"Go and see the Worshipper of the Wraith Clan first," Bibi Dong said. "This battle has already consumed your mental strength. Wait for a day or two to rest, and then we will proceed with the eighth test."

Wang Feng nodded.

Afterward, Phantom Death Douluo took Bibi Dong and Wang Feng, leaving the Rakshasa Temple and heading to the most central palace in the city.

The Worshipper of the Wraith Clan was a rank ninety-eight Titled Douluo, named Nether. Nether Douluo.

His appearance was slightly more handsome than that of Phantom Death Douluo. Wang Feng noticed he looked like a man in his forties or fifties, though his actual age should be much older. However, the stronger the Wraith Clan in this secret realm, the harder it was for them to leave.

The longer they stayed in the secret realm, the more their power weakened upon leaving. Generally, the Wraith Clan did not leave the secret realm. With Bibi Dong's strength and status, she could summon loyal Phantom Death Douluo, but getting others to leave was extremely difficult.

If they did leave, it was a risk—unless Bibi Dong became the true Rakshasa God, she would not have the authority to command them.

"Her Majesty Bibi Dong can receive this help; my clan is very relieved," Nether Douluo said after learning about Wang Feng's situation. "I'm glad, but I must say, it's a pity. If Lord Pontiff had been in the Seventh Test of Rakshasa, he would have been able to join my Wraith Clan and inherit my position as the Worshipper. It's truly a shame."

Nether Douluo was actually hundreds of years old—much older than Wang Feng had imagined.

But seeing that the Wraith Clan still had such a powerful Titled Douluo, Wang Feng was secretly impressed.

If Bibi Dong really became a god, the Wraith Tribe would definitely follow her orders completely. It would be an immense power at her disposal, and not something to be taken lightly.

After about two days in the Wraith Clan, Wang Feng had fully recovered. The energy in this place was biased towards evil, making cultivation and recovery extremely difficult for most soul masters. However, the Wraith Clan members were not restricted, and Wang Feng, being special, was also unrestricted. So, he could recover naturally.

Over the past few days, Wang Feng had also gained a rough understanding of the overall strength of the Wraith Clan. It wasn't as strong as one might expect. There were three Titled Douluo: besides Nether Douluo and Phantom Death Douluo, there was also You Ye. Fortunately, none of them were peerless Douluo at level ninety-nine. The total number of people in the clan was under a thousand, and only about two to three hundred were truly capable of fighting. In terms of sheer numbers, they couldn't compare to the previous three great sects, but having Titled Douluo was still impressive.

After Wang Feng had rested, Phantom Death Douluo took him and Bibi Dong to the eighteenth floor, the highest level of the Rakshasa Temple, where the Rakshasa Scythe artifact was stored.

Before entering, Wang Feng felt an extremely powerful evil energy. The entire eighteenth floor resembled an open-air plaza with a strange building in the center, looking like a layer of cake slowly shrinking upward. The building had ten floors. On the tenth floor, a large, pitch-black sickle floated quietly on a transparent light curtain pedestal, emitting concentrated energy fluctuations.

"This is the eighteenth floor," Phantom Death Douluo said solemnly, pointing to the cake-like structure. "It's called the Rakshasa Temple, and it has ten floors. Every step you take upward, the evil spirit emitted by the Scythe intensifies. Even a Titled Douluo being evaluated by the true god would not survive for more than ten seconds."

Wang Feng, being close to this kind of divine power for the first time, was quite curious and continuously perceived the energy. As he gazed at the large black sickle, he could feel an extremely terrifying force from afar.

'This is the artifact?' Wang Feng thought. 'The aura is powerful, but compared to the Pangu Axe... it seems much weaker...'

Since he had used the Pangu Axe, Wang Feng could feel the immense power it contained.

'But then again, it's just a feeling. I haven't actually used it, so I don't really know what the weapon of a true god is like,' Wang Feng reflected.

The Rakshasa God's seat was only about 20 meters high. Outside, a Titled Douluo could easily leap to such a platform, but here, the pressure around the seat was immense.

Bibi Dong glanced at Wang Feng, seemingly asking if he was ready. Wang Feng nodded.

Phantom Death Douluo stood outside, not daring to step forward.

"Let's begin," Bibi Dong said, her eyes glowing, and Wang Feng stepped onto the eighteenth floor.

As soon as Wang Feng stepped in, he felt an overpowering evil and violent energy, along with desires that permeated his spirit and soul, like a sponge absorbing water! His spirit was momentarily shaken, and Wang Feng took a deep breath.

Looking at Bibi Dong next to him, he noticed that her aura was stable. An evil aura was being drawn from the area around the Scythe and absorbed into her body, but it was clear that her spirit and soul were extremely powerful, and her will was incredibly strong. Nothing about her had changed.

When Wang Feng unleashed his bloodline power, he immediately activated the Domain of Original Sin, completely covering Bibi Dong. At the same time, he absorbed the evil breath that overflowed from her.

Bibi Dong nodded slightly. This made things much easier. She needed to conserve her energy and strength, as holding the Rakshasa Scythe would definitely be a consuming task. With Wang Feng helping her absorb some of the evil atmosphere, it would give her a significant advantage.

At the same time, under the Domain of Original Sin, the energy of evil and violence was significantly reduced, and the impact on both of them was also greatly lessened. The Domain of Original Sin, as the original domain formed by the seven blood patterns, naturally had a very strong mitigating, absorbing, and weakening effect on various external evil energies.

The two of them, less than one meter apart, moved slowly toward the God's Seat in unison. Everything went smoothly.

Phantom Death Douluo's expression relaxed slightly. With the Lord White Pontiff's help, it could be said that the possibility of allowing Her Majesty Bibi Dong to pass the assessment had been given an additional layer of protection.

But Wang Feng was silently calculating in his heart. This was clearly a wonderful opportunity.

Wang Feng remained silent and kept walking alongside Bibi Dong toward the God's Seat. It didn't take long before they reached it. At this point, Wang Feng felt that his spirit and soul had also fluctuated slightly. The closer they got to the Rakshasa Scythe, the stronger the impact of the evil aura became. It felt like a demon constantly enticing the evil within the heart, threatening to swallow the entire soul.

Wang Feng glanced at Bibi Dong next to him again, and found that she hadn't changed much, which surprised him slightly. This meant that Bibi Dong hadn't consumed much energy. Although he had helped, her mental power must be extremely vast. Her expression remained calm.

Neither of them spoke, and they continued ascending toward the God's Seat. The steps of this God's Seat were engraved with various patterns depicting Phantom Death servants and soldiers, much like the Rakshasa statue on the first floor. These were all vassals of the Rakshasa God.

When they boarded the first step of the God's Seat, both Bibi Dong and Wang Feng shook simultaneously. Bibi Dong's face changed slightly. Wang Feng was also affected, though not as much. The extreme evil emotions radiating from this God's Seat could instantly stir the heart of a soul master. Compared to the previous area, this was many times stronger.

Wang Feng felt it even more clearly, as he was helping Bibi Dong bear part of the burden.

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