— The Underworld —
The purple cocoon began to crack.
At first, it was just a small split, but soon it spread outward in a spiderweb-like pattern. Dense purple mist surged from within.
The broken scythe floated in midair. From the web-like fractures seeped eerie dark-purple streams of light. Tens of thousands of wailing souls condensed into sound waves of anguish, shaking the entire desolate underworld. Countless spirits turned their eyes toward this direction, confused, not knowing what was happening.
"It's coming."
Xu Cheng crossed his arms in front of his chest, watching the scene with interest.
He and his teacher stood calmly as Bibi Dong neared the threshold of regaining demigodhood. Neither showed the slightest panic—only mild surprise.
"Seems this super divine weapon's power far exceeds our expectations..." Xu Cheng muttered.
The cocoon seemed to melt into threads of energy, feeding directly into the Rakshasa Scythe. The cracks on the weapon visibly healed. At the same time, Bibi Dong's divine consciousness appeared beside it.
Her pale fingertips traced the worn shaft of the scythe. Her ash-formed body suddenly erupted in blinding red light.
Space began to collapse inward around the weapon. Shards vibrated, then fused. Each time metal scraped against metal, a streak of dark-purple lightning split the heavens.
Her divine soul materialized from the boiling aura of slaughter. A long robe, deep purple and windless, fluttered around her. The surrounding pressure swelled like an ocean—majestic, domineering, truly divine.
Xu Cheng smiled faintly.
He watched as Bibi Dong stepped across the obsidian-stained soil of the underworld. Each step bloomed a mandala of bones, and every wilted petal turned into sharp purple crystal blades the moment they touched her domain of slaughter.
"She succeeded?"
Xu Cheng asked softly.
Bibi Dong glanced coldly at the two men. Then, with a sharp sweep of her long purple scythe, she cleaved sideways. The blade shimmered with an overwhelming aura of slaughter, as if slicing through space itself.
She smiled faintly.
"Just wait. I've already contacted the Divine Realm. Sooner or later, divine punishment will descend. That's not something a fake god like you can possibly withstand!"
Electrolux furrowed his brow slightly, as if ready to act, but Xu Cheng raised a hand to stop him.
"Teacher, let me handle this."
"Hahaha! Such arrogance! The Divine Realm's power is far beyond your comprehension. The five lords of the Divine Committee each possess world-ending might. Once they discover you dared to imprison me—hmph! You and your so-called teacher will be utterly obliterated!" Bibi Dong sneered.
Right now, she had only just recovered some strength—barely comparable to a peak Title Douluo. And with Xu Cheng being in his own domain, along with another demigod present, she knew she had to act cautiously and call for backup.
Just as she mocked—
Xu Cheng activated the God Seat of Destruction, instantly raising his divine rank to that of a God King.
In his palm appeared a miniature Destruction Temple. The divine authority it contained was intoxicating.
But he didn't cling to it.
Harnessing the authority, his divine status suddenly soared. He instantly transcended the Underworld, as if standing above the entire Divine Realm itself.
At the same time, he detected a faint purple divine sense, surging frantically toward the Divine Realm.
Xu Cheng smiled, and with a wave, grasped it in his hand.
Outside—
Bibi Dong's excitement surged.
"Lord Destruction! Is it you?"
"Respected God of Destruction, mighty God King, I am the Rakshasa God who fell in battle against Tang San thousands of years ago! My divine weapon shattered and scattered across the Douluo Plane. By fate, I've just restored it—but now I'm being targeted by two mortals. They seek to imprison me and turn me into a servant! I beg you to punish them severely under Divine Law!"
Bibi Dong lowered herself deeply, addressing the hazy figure in the sky.
The figure's face was obscured by mist, but the awe-inspiring divine pressure he radiated left no doubt—this was the God of Destruction, one of the five members of the Divine Committee!
She was convinced. Even in her prime, she could barely distinguish illusions from the real gods. Let alone now, with only a remnant divine soul.
"..."
But after her passionate appeal—Silence.An eerie stillness descended.Bibi Dong began to feel uncertain but remained bowed in reverence.
The Divine Realm still held strict hierarchies. Facing one of the top god-kings, she—a mere first-level god appealing for help—naturally had to act humbly. She harbored no resentment.
"You say... those two tried to imprison you?"
Finally, just as her patience ran thin, a deep, echoing voice rang from above.
Its tone was unreadable—but somehow, it felt familiar. Yet she couldn't quite place it.
"Exactly! They want to trap me and make me their servant. I am a legitimate, canonized god of the Divine Realm! Isn't this trampling on your dignity—on the authority of the entire Divine Committee?!" Bibi Dong ranted angrily.
"Then what punishment do you suggest?" the voice asked calmly.
"Hmph! They should be dragged back to the Divine Realm! Their souls stripped and tortured! I—"
"Is that so?" the voice interrupted.
"Absolutely! I have at least ten thousand ways to make them beg for death!" she spat venomously.
"Then I'm afraid... you won't get the chance," the voice said, faint and cold.
"Why? I—"
She froze.Stunned, she raised her head without regard for etiquette.
And what she saw—Shattered everything.
Amidst the boundless chaos stood a young figure, absurdly young.Around him, waves of Destruction's divine force churned violently—but at his side, they behaved obediently, like wolves bowing before their alpha.
Even the lightning-wreathed purple dragons bowed their noble heads in submission.
But none of that mattered.
What shattered Bibi Dong's mind? was that a familiar face?
"We meet again, Rakshasa God."
"I heard..."
"You were trying to sue me?"
Xu Cheng looked down at her, lips curled in mockery.
"No—impossible! You… how can you be the God of Destruction?! I probed your divine sense! You were just a Soul Sage!" Bibi Dong's voice trembled, shrieking in disbelief.
All her earlier joy, relief, and triumph were instantly shattered.
What replaced them was terror. Pure, raw terror.
She had just filed a grand accusation...
And now, looking up—
The defendant was the judge.
The hell is this?!
Even though she had never entered the Divine Realm personally, as a successor of the Rakshasa God, she had learned its hierarchy.
The Divine Committee's five members stood at the absolute peak.
To accuse one of them...That wasn't just hopeless—it was suicidal.
(End of Chapter)