Holy crap!
This was way too strong!
Su Linfeng stared blankly at the annihilated Will of the Shura God, and at the trembling Will of the God of Evil that remained.
He couldn't help but swallow hard.
So this was the difference between a true Heavenly Emperor and one of the so-called Supreme God Kings of the "sewer world"?
A God King's will—snuffed out with the flick of a finger.
And this wasn't even his true self, only a lingering remnant of law within the cosmos—yet this was still Donghuang Taiyi, one of the ancestral Golden Crows, and a Heavenly Emperor at his peak.
This was insane!
"Do not be surprised."
Donghuang Taiyi seemed to see through Su Linfeng's thoughts and said calmly:
"In truth, I am already dead. What you see now is merely a strand of rule lingering in the universe. The Golden Crow bloodline is far stronger than you can imagine, but it was destroyed in the great calamities."
"Since fate allowed us to meet, I will also grant you a trace of my bloodline."
"I hope, little one, that you may one day restore the glory of myself and my elder brother."
Su Linfeng's heart trembled violently at his words. He hurriedly knelt and bowed.
"Many thanks, Ancestor!"
"Hm?"
Suddenly—
Donghuang Taiyi let out a curious sound, then looked at Su Linfeng with a faint, knowing smile.
Wha… what's wrong?!
Su Linfeng panicked instantly.
"So that's it."
Donghuang Taiyi chuckled softly in realization.
"My brother left something inside your body. Otherwise, just a sliver of bloodline wouldn't have been enough for me to sense his aura. Now I understand."
"He placed his hopes upon you, little one."
"Ah…"
Donghuang Taiyi sighed lightly.
"It has been countless ages since the Golden Crow bloodline appeared. The universe itself seems to have forgotten our clan."
"Very well. Since my brother gave you one treasure, I, too, shall bestow upon you another."
What?!
What does that even mean?!
The more Su Linfeng listened, the more confused he became.
What was this "thing" Dijun supposedly left in his body? He had never sensed it—not even the slightest.
Before he could react—
Donghuang Taiyi casually waved his hand. A surge of chaotic light flashed.
In his palm appeared a bell-shaped treasure.
Its body was inscribed with the sun, moon, and stars, surrounded by the primal forces of earth, water, fire, and wind. Within its surface flickered mountains, rivers, and even glimpses of myriad races. Five-colored radiance illuminated the entire spiritual world of Bibi Dong.
That was… the Chaos Bell!
Su Linfeng gasped sharply, his eyes blazing.
The supreme innate treasure of creation, one of the three great primal treasures, the companion and Dao-proving artifact of Donghuang Taiyi himself—the Chaos Bell!
It was said the Chaos Bell possessed the might to suppress the primordial cosmos, the power to distort all time and space, the ability to evolve the secrets of the heavenly Dao, and the force to refine the primal elements of earth, water, fire, and wind.
Its mysteries were infinite, its creation boundless.
It could bind time, suppress space, rebound the strikes of divine weapons, and ignore all magical arts.
A perfect blend of attack and defense—wear it above your head, and you stand undefeated.
He was actually giving him the Chaos Bell!
Then what had Dijun left inside him?
The Hetu Luoshu?!
Could it be the innate treasure Hetu Luoshu, source of the Primordial Hetu Luo Formation?
That formation was said to be comprehended by Emperor Dijun from the Hetu Luoshu itself, designed from the natural patterns of mountains and rivers, used as one of the great protective arrays of the ancient Heavenly Court.
The illusions upon the Hetu were endless, birthing and extinguishing in the blink of an eye, as though eons passed in an instant.
Could that be inside him, too?!
"Little one."
Donghuang Taiyi gently pushed the Chaos Bell into Su Linfeng's body.
"You now carry within you two treasures, left by me and my brother. But your bloodline is far too weak to wield them."
"However…"
"If ever your life is truly in danger, they will awaken to protect you. Within this world, you will be safe."
"Additionally, I shall teach you two secret arts: Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation and Immortal Body."
…
Meanwhile, in the Douluo God Realm.
Within the divine halls—
The God of Shura, still in the midst of cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes wide. Divine power surged violently around him, his expression horrified.
"The divine inheritance of the Douluo plane… has been cut off!"
At the same time—
On the God Mountain, a grand temple collapsed with a thunderous crash.
The gods of the realm were startled and rushed into the skies above God Mountain.
A temple crumbled. A god seat shattered.
The five God Kings—Life, Destruction, Kindness, Evil, and Shura—the Sea God, the seven Sin Lords, the thirty-two second-rank deities, and the thousands of divine officials all stared in shock as the long-empty Rakshasa Temple disintegrated.
In disbelief.
The inheritance and god seat of the Rakshasa God—
Had been erased!
And fallen upon the Douluo plane below! Impossible! How could mortals possess the power to slay a true god?!
Even the five God Kings were shaken in their hearts.
"Damn it! The ants of the Douluo plane dare to destroy a divine throne?!" The Sea God Poseidon's fury surged to its peak, completely forgetting that he himself had once ascended from that same plane.
The Shura God's face was twisted with fear.
At the moment his divine will was destroyed, he had glimpsed an unknown space.
A place where a mere wave of the hand annihilated him.
The Gods of Destruction and Evil exchanged a glance. Different emotions flickered in their eyes.
None could tell what they were truly thinking.
…
Back in Bibi Dong's spiritual world—
The phantom of Donghuang Taiyi had already vanished.
Su Linfeng sat cross-legged in the void, calming his mind as he accepted the inheritance.
As his bloodline awakened further, Bibi Dong's spiritual world transformed dramatically.
Heavens and stars shifted.
Time and space are inverted.
A miniature world was born.
Outside—Su Linfeng's golden flames intermingled with Bibi Dong's purple soul power, blending.
Forming a wondrous state.
Even Bibi Dong herself didn't realize that her spiritual power and soul power were growing at a geometric pace.
Even the hidden Will of the Evil God stirred, greedily absorbing the mystical energy.
As for Su Linfeng—
His yellow, purple, and two black spirit rings all flared to life, orbiting him slowly.
His soul power surged, breaking through the 50th rank. The energy of heaven and earth gathered around him.
Above his four rings, a new black radiance began to condense.
A fifth spirit ring—forming!
And its starting point was already of ten-thousand-year quality.
Twenty thousand years!
Fifty thousand years!
Seventy thousand years!
Only at the 70,000-year mark did it stabilize, solidifying into a jet-black spirit ring.
Su Linfeng would never have imagined that the Rakshasa Will's dying struggle would grant him such fortune.
Ten years of effort were not wasted.
Instead, he had received Donghuang Taiyi's inheritance—and obtained two primal treasures!
In truth, those years of suppression had not been wasted at all.
Though his soul power had been restrained, it had silently tempered his body. His vessel was now far stronger than others', capable of enduring the weight of a seventy-thousand-year spirit ring.
Though his current cultivation was only that of a Soul King—
His physique had already surpassed that of a Soul Sage, even nearing a Soul Douluo.
No one would believe it if told.