Chapter 268: The Rakshasa Secret Realm
Early the next morning, Yang Potian, Bibi Dong, and Qian Renxue gathered at the entrance of the Pope's Hall. Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue both exuded an air of solemnity—Bibi Dong wore gleaming golden armor, a crown atop her head, and held her scepter with commanding presence. Qian Renxue, too, was clad in golden battle armor, with the sacred Angelic Sword strapped to her back, radiating a holy glow.
Under Bibi Dong's lead, they arrived at her personal chambers, where the entrance to the Rakshasa Secret Realm lay.
Qian Renxue's expression darkened. "Bibi Dong, you dared to build the Pope's Hall over the Rakshasa Realm. This is an insult to the Angel Clan."
Bibi Dong sneered. "The Angel Clan? Just a filthy lineage. The Rakshasa Realm was here long before any of your angelic lights graced this spot. Ever wonder why the so-called light of the Angel Clan shines on such a dark place?"
Sensing the tension between the two women, Yang Potian interrupted, "Just lead the way. If you two want to argue, wait until I've finished my business here."
Bibi Dong waved her hand, and a hidden black door opened in the wall, emanating an intense aura of malice and darkness.
"Once we enter the Rakshasa Realm, you're on your own. Not even I can protect you there. If you want to turn back, now's your last chance."
Ignoring Bibi Dong's words, Yang Potian stepped directly into the darkness, and Qian Renxue followed without hesitation. Bibi Dong sighed but walked in as well.
Inside the Rakshasa Realm, the atmosphere was thick with an overwhelming presence of cold, darkness, and evil. At the center of the realm floated a massive, ominous scythe, exuding an aura of pure malice.
Yang Potian's body emitted a faint crimson glow, shielding him from the oppressive aura. Qian Renxue's Angelic Sword shone brightly, filling the area with a purifying, golden light, countering the evil energy.
As the trio approached the scythe, it suddenly flared with intense dark light, casting a vast black shadow behind it.
A voice filled with malice and temptation echoed through the darkness. "Successor of the God of Shura… Successor of the Angel God… You dare to trespass into my Rakshasa Realm? Even as heirs to the gods, here in my realm, you are nothing but prey."
The dark figure stretched out a massive, blackened hand, as if to crush them.
Before Yang Potian could react, the realm around him transformed dramatically, throwing both him and Qian Renxue into an alternate reality, where time and space seemed to stand still.
When Yang Potian opened his eyes again, he found himself in Tian Dou City, more precisely, in the royal palace. Flashes of an inexplicable memory flooded his mind—he and Qian Renxue had fought and schemed together to reach this moment.
Qian Renxue was now wearing a golden robe, crowned and carrying a scepter, her stunning face radiant with an aura of nobility and allure. Below the throne, ministers gathered, chanting in reverence, "Long live Her Majesty, the Empress! Long live, long live!"
Qian Renxue, seemingly overwhelmed with joy at her long-awaited triumph, declared, "Rise, all of you. I vow to lead the Tian Dou Empire to unite the continent and restore its former glory!"
"Long live Her Majesty!" echoed the ministers.
To his surprise, Yang Potian found himself seated beside her, on a slightly smaller throne. He, too, was dressed in fine robes, wearing a small crown, and watching her with a deep, almost reverent gaze.
Qian Renxue, smiling with joy, turned to him. "Potian, from this day forth, I am the Empress, and you are my consort. Together, we shall build a prosperous empire."
Yang Potian looked back at her, equally absorbed. "Xiaoxue, you are and always will be the only queen in my heart."
After the enthronement ceremony, the two retreated to the inner palace.
Yang Potian gently caressed Qian Renxue's face. "Xiaoxue, you're stunning today. I'll give everything for you. From now on, we'll be together, never to part."
Qian Renxue, eyes brimming with happiness, replied, "Potian, this is bliss. We'll be together forever."
The two gazed into each other's eyes, lost in the intensity of their feelings, unable to resist as they leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss that deepened, consuming them both.
Back in the Rakshasa Realm, Yang Potian and Qian Renxue stood in a trance, their eyes filled with a dazed longing, as though they were each lost in a beautiful, inescapable dream. Bibi Dong, watching them, trembled with anger, her hands shaking.
The Rakshasa God's shadow chuckled darkly. "Well done, my successor. You have successfully lured both the heirs of the God of Shura and the Angel God into my domain. Now, devour them, and you shall inherit the full power of the Rakshasa God. You'll be the first to achieve this in millennia."
Bibi Dong's expression twisted as though struggling to resist a powerful urge to fall into the abyss herself.
The shadow continued, "Have you forgotten? It was the filthy Angel Clan that brought you to ruin. Didn't you swear to exact revenge on them, to destroy their foundations? Now is the perfect chance."
As if to seal the deal, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe drifted toward Bibi Dong, floating just within her grasp.
"My successor, why do you hesitate? Take the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, devour these two, and you will gain unimaginable power, eternal life. You will become the most exalted existence in thousands of years."
Bibi Dong's eyes glowed a haunting red, her body wrapped in dark energy as if merging with the sinister realm around her. Her desire for power, longing for immortality, and deep-rooted hatred all stirred, feeding her strength. The scythe emitted a pulse of dark energy, beckoning her into its unending abyss.
After a long struggle, Bibi Dong finally gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
As Bibi Dong grasped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, her strength seemed to surge to the peak of godlike power. She raised the scythe high, poised to strike at Qian Renxue, but then her face twisted with inner conflict.
In a strained voice, she muttered, "Xiaoxue… my daughter… why does it have to be you? Why you?"
Above her, the shadow of the Rakshasa God sensed her hesitation, and a voice filled with sinister allure resounded, "Have you forgotten the humiliation you suffered? That girl embodies your greatest shame. She bears the angelic blood you despise, the last heir of the Angel Clan. Only by killing her can you finally rid yourself of all disgrace."
Under the Rakshasa God's insidious whispers, Bibi Dong's face contorted with malice, her spirit descending further into darkness.
Just then, Yang Potian's dull gaze suddenly shifted, his eyes blazing crimson. A powerful surge of Shura energy erupted from him, activating his most potent Shura Domain.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and from the center of his forehead, a potent wave of divine consciousness emerged, resonating with the Shura Sword on his back. The sword pulsed as if it could pierce through everything.
Behind him, a blood-red figure materialized, resembling Yang Potian in his Shura Domain, yet also merging with the essence of the Shura God itself.
In the Rakshasa Realm, Yang Potian's crimson aura clashed fiercely with the realm's pervasive darkness, the two forces colliding like dueling storms of Shura and Rakshasa.
Bathed in his Shura Domain's red light, Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue gradually regained clarity.
Qian Renxue stared, stunned and horrified, at Bibi Dong as she brandished the demon scythe against her. Tears welled in her eyes as she cried out, "Why? Why do you hate me so much? Why do you want me dead?"
Bibi Dong's grip on the Rakshasa Scythe trembled as she gazed back at Qian Renxue's tear-streaked face. Her own voice broke with emotion. "Xiaoxue… my Xiaoxue… How did it come to this?"
Seeing the intensity between the two, Yang Potian shook his head and enveloped them both within his Shura Domain. "Enough, both of you! This is all the Rakshasa God's doing. Don't trust what you see; trust your hearts."
His words were like a bolt of clarity, sending a surge of fierce power into their minds. A killing intent surrounded them, binding them in his Shura Domain.
In the Shura Domain's blood-red sea, both women felt a deep clash within, as though their inner powers were tearing them apart.
Under the crushing weight of the Shura Domain, both spat out blood, struggling for a time until they began to stabilize.
Gradually, Qian Renxue's power restored itself, radiating a brilliant golden light. Her Angelic Sword began to glow, harmonizing with her purified aura.
In contrast, Bibi Dong's aura grew darker, her expression somber, and a faint glistening appeared in the corner of her eye. The Rakshasa Scythe, once tightly gripped in her hand, now returned to the shadowy figure of the Rakshasa God above.
Seeing the two of them restored to sanity, Yang Potian let out a sigh of relief. If they had truly lost control, things could have turned disastrous.
He turned to the shadow overhead and chuckled. "Rakshasa God, your tricks almost got me. I'll give you credit for that."
The shadow's voice turned calm, devoid of its earlier seductiveness. "Successor of the Shura God, you are indeed impressive. But remember, you are only a successor. To the gods, all below are mere ants."
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