The scene of Lin Feng casually erasing the Rakshasa God's Divine Intent was carved deep into Gold Crocodile Douluo's cloudy eyes.
Others might have only witnessed a supernatural anomaly.
But he—Qian Daoliu's right-hand man—knew better.
That purple-black mist…
That malicious, ominous will…
That unmistakable divine aura…
It was the same essence as the vast, holy power of the Angel God residing in the High Priest.
It was divine force.
True power belonging to a God.
Yet before this man—
This divine power was nothing.
No.
Not even "nothing."
It was like dust brushed from a sleeve—an afterthought.
A terrifying, bone-deep realization detonated in Gold Crocodile Douluo's mind.
If it wasn't Bibi Dong standing here…
If the one being flicked by that finger was Qian Daoliu himself…
Would the result be any different?
Would the Angel God's divine protection matter at all?
Boom—!!!
The world spun.
His vision darkened.
A cold chill surged from the depths of his soul, freezing his blood solid!
His legs nearly gave out.
His back was drenched in icy sweat.
He wasn't seeing a "strong individual."
He was witnessing the silent collapse of Spirit Hall's ancient faith.
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong felt as though her soul had been emptied out, leaving only a fragile shell behind.
Slowly, she came back to herself.
Or rather—
a new consciousness awakened upon the cleansed ruins of her soul.
Silence.
The world was quieter than ever.
The suffocating shackles that had weighed on her for decades—
the force that had driven her toward madness, hatred, and destruction—
were gone.
She tried to recall—
Qian Xunji's face.
The hatred that had consumed her sanity.
Her deranged plan to annihilate Spirit Hall and drag the entire continent down with her.
Those towering hatreds were still there.
But now they felt distant—separated by a frosted veil—blurry, indistinct.
As though they no longer belonged to her.
Like reading a stranger's tragic biography, feeling only a faint, cold pity.
She thought of Yu Xiaogang.
Once, his name had been a blade carved into her heart.
Now?
There was no pain.
No obsession.
Only a faint trace—like a sand painting blown thin by the wind—proof that something had once existed.
How ridiculous.
How pitiful.
The Bibi Dong twisted by hatred and obsession now felt like a stranger.
If that hatred wasn't her…
If that obsession wasn't her…
Then who was she?
A wave of unprecedented, overwhelming panic surged through her.
She jerked her head up.
Her newly clear, glass-like eyes swept across the hall—
and locked onto the figure still lounging lazily in the rocking chair.
Him.
The one who brushed away the grime suffocating her soul.
The one who personally killed the "Bibi Dong" of the past.
And in that moment, she truly understood what she had gained.
She drew a deep breath.
Under the breathless stares of everyone present—
The Pope of Spirit Hall, the woman who once looked down upon the world—
slowly bent her knees.
Bang—!
The crisp sound of knee meeting floor echoed like thunder.
Her voice trembled, yet every word rang out with crystalline clarity:
"Thank you for saving me from suffering…
and returning my true self."
"This grace—this junior will never forget for the rest of her life!"
But to Bibi Dong's kneeling, Lin Feng merely waved his hand.
"Get up."
His voice was calm, casual—completely unaffected.
"This is just a random reward after your consumption."
Then he closed his eyes once again, appearing lost in thought.
But internally?
Lin Feng was ecstatic.
Beautiful! Perfect! Amazing!
He had simply erased the Rakshasa God's Divine Intent…
And she was so moved she kneeled!!
This effect—this temperament—
This was a golden legend-tier super leek!
Secure.
Locked in.
Guaranteed!
He suppressed the giddy laughter bubbling in his chest, maintaining the serene, inscrutable immortal façade.
"Random reward…?"
Bibi Dong slowly rose, confusion flickering in her clear eyes.
The soul-cleansing transformation she had just undergone—
In this Senior's eyes, it was only a random reward?
Then…
How terrifying must his true power be?
Her reverence for Lin Feng instantly rose to unimaginable heights.
Around them, shock spread like wildfire.
Gold Crocodile Douluo stared at Lin Feng as if struck by lightning.
Random reward?
This terrifying method—effortlessly erasing divine intent, cleansing a soul's very essence—
was just… a random perk?
How unfathomable must this man's true strength be?!
"Senior's divine grace is as vast as the sea."
Hu Liena stepped forward with impeccable timing, her voice filled with solemn reverence.
"To receive even your random blessing is already a fortune beyond measure."
Her words served two purposes:
To give Lin Feng a proper pedestal—
And to remind everyone:
This person's power transcended their comprehension.
At this moment—
Demon Subduing Douluo shoveled the last two pieces of meat into his mouth with frantic speed.
While still chewing, he fumbled in his storage tool and practically dumped gold coins onto the table.
They clattered everywhere.
"I–I'm checking out! Checking out!!"
His voice was frantic; his eyes burned with fanatical desire.
This man never forgot why he came to Feng Ran Pavilion.
Not for the Hall of Worship's mission.
But for the chance to change his fate.
Lin Feng, through his half-lowered eyelids, watched the man's frantic movements—
and couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
Now THAT'S what I call awareness.
A true leek always has ambition.
Hu Liena approached with elegance, sweeping her hand over the messy pile.
"That will be four thousand one hundred gold coins."
Part of the pile vanished instantly.
Demon Subduing Douluo barely noticed—his eyes were locked onto Lin Feng with burning intensity.
At the same time—
Lin Feng's long-anticipated system chime finally sounded.
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Chapter 76 — Saving You From Suffering? No… You Just Won the Lottery
The scene of Lin Feng casually erasing the Rakshasa God's Divine Intent was carved deep into Gold Crocodile Douluo's cloudy eyes.
Others might have only witnessed a supernatural anomaly.
But he—Qian Daoliu's right-hand man—knew better.
That purple-black mist…
That malicious, ominous will…
That unmistakable divine aura…
It was the same essence as the vast, holy power of the Angel God residing in the High Priest.
It was divine force.
True power belonging to a God.
Yet before this man—
This divine power was nothing.
No.
Not even "nothing."
It was like dust brushed from a sleeve—an afterthought.
A terrifying, bone-deep realization detonated in Gold Crocodile Douluo's mind.
If it wasn't Bibi Dong standing here…
If the one being flicked by that finger was Qian Daoliu himself…
Would the result be any different?
Would the Angel God's divine protection matter at all?
Boom—!!!
The world spun.
His vision darkened.
A cold chill surged from the depths of his soul, freezing his blood solid!
His legs nearly gave out.
His back was drenched in icy sweat.
He wasn't seeing a "strong individual."
He was witnessing the silent collapse of Spirit Hall's ancient faith.
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong felt as though her soul had been emptied out, leaving only a fragile shell behind.
Slowly, she came back to herself.
Or rather—
a new consciousness awakened upon the cleansed ruins of her soul.
Silence.
The world was quieter than ever.
The suffocating shackles that had weighed on her for decades—
the force that had driven her toward madness, hatred, and destruction—
were gone.
She tried to recall—
Qian Xunji's face.
The hatred that had consumed her sanity.
Her deranged plan to annihilate Spirit Hall and drag the entire continent down with her.
Those towering hatreds were still there.
But now they felt distant—separated by a frosted veil—blurry, indistinct.
As though they no longer belonged to her.
Like reading a stranger's tragic biography, feeling only a faint, cold pity.
She thought of Yu Xiaogang.
Once, his name had been a blade carved into her heart.
Now?
There was no pain.
No obsession.
Only a faint trace—like a sand painting blown thin by the wind—proof that something had once existed.
How ridiculous.
How pitiful.
The Bibi Dong twisted by hatred and obsession now felt like a stranger.
If that hatred wasn't her…
If that obsession wasn't her…
Then who was she?
A wave of unprecedented, overwhelming panic surged through her.
She jerked her head up.
Her newly clear, glass-like eyes swept across the hall—
and locked onto the figure still lounging lazily in the rocking chair.
Him.
The one who brushed away the grime suffocating her soul.
The one who personally killed the "Bibi Dong" of the past.
And in that moment, she truly understood what she had gained.
She drew a deep breath.
Under the breathless stares of everyone present—
The Pope of Spirit Hall, the woman who once looked down upon the world—
slowly bent her knees.
Bang—!
The crisp sound of knee meeting floor echoed like thunder.
Her voice trembled, yet every word rang out with crystalline clarity:
"Thank you for saving me from suffering…
and returning my true self."
"This grace—this junior will never forget for the rest of her life!"
But to Bibi Dong's kneeling, Lin Feng merely waved his hand.
"Get up."
His voice was calm, casual—completely unaffected.
"This is just a random reward after your consumption."
Then he closed his eyes once again, appearing lost in thought.
But internally?
Lin Feng was ecstatic.
Beautiful! Perfect! Amazing!
He had simply erased the Rakshasa God's Divine Intent…
And she was so moved she kneeled!!
This effect—this temperament—
This was a golden legend-tier super leek!
Secure.
Locked in.
Guaranteed!
He suppressed the giddy laughter bubbling in his chest, maintaining the serene, inscrutable immortal façade.
"Random reward…?"
Bibi Dong slowly rose, confusion flickering in her clear eyes.
The soul-cleansing transformation she had just undergone—
In this Senior's eyes, it was only a random reward?
Then…
How terrifying must his true power be?
Her reverence for Lin Feng instantly rose to unimaginable heights.
Around them, shock spread like wildfire.
Gold Crocodile Douluo stared at Lin Feng as if struck by lightning.
Random reward?
This terrifying method—effortlessly erasing divine intent, cleansing a soul's very essence—
was just… a random perk?
How unfathomable must this man's true strength be?!
"Senior's divine grace is as vast as the sea."
Hu Liena stepped forward with impeccable timing, her voice filled with solemn reverence.
"To receive even your random blessing is already a fortune beyond measure."
Her words served two purposes:
To give Lin Feng a proper pedestal—
And to remind everyone:
This person's power transcended their comprehension.
At this moment—
Demon Subduing Douluo shoveled the last two pieces of meat into his mouth with frantic speed.
While still chewing, he fumbled in his storage tool and practically dumped gold coins onto the table.
They clattered everywhere.
"I–I'm checking out! Checking out!!"
His voice was frantic; his eyes burned with fanatical desire.
This man never forgot why he came to Feng Ran Pavilion.
Not for the Hall of Worship's mission.
But for the chance to change his fate.
Lin Feng, through his half-lowered eyelids, watched the man's frantic movements—
and couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
Now THAT'S what I call awareness.
A true leek always has ambition.
Hu Liena approached with elegance, sweeping her hand over the messy pile.
"That will be four thousand one hundred gold coins."
Part of the pile vanished instantly.
Demon Subduing Douluo barely noticed—his eyes were locked onto Lin Feng with burning intensity.
At the same time—
Lin Feng's long-anticipated system chime finally sounded.
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Chapter 76 — Saving You From Suffering? No… You Just Won the Lottery
The scene of Lin Feng casually erasing the Rakshasa God's Divine Intent was carved deep into Gold Crocodile Douluo's cloudy eyes.
Others might have only witnessed a supernatural anomaly.
But he—Qian Daoliu's right-hand man—knew better.
That purple-black mist…
That malicious, ominous will…
That unmistakable divine aura…
It was the same essence as the vast, holy power of the Angel God residing in the High Priest.
It was divine force.
True power belonging to a God.
Yet before this man—
This divine power was nothing.
No.
Not even "nothing."
It was like dust brushed from a sleeve—an afterthought.
A terrifying, bone-deep realization detonated in Gold Crocodile Douluo's mind.
If it wasn't Bibi Dong standing here…
If the one being flicked by that finger was Qian Daoliu himself…
Would the result be any different?
Would the Angel God's divine protection matter at all?
Boom—!!!
The world spun.
His vision darkened.
A cold chill surged from the depths of his soul, freezing his blood solid!
His legs nearly gave out.
His back was drenched in icy sweat.
He wasn't seeing a "strong individual."
He was witnessing the silent collapse of Spirit Hall's ancient faith.
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong felt as though her soul had been emptied out, leaving only a fragile shell behind.
Slowly, she came back to herself.
Or rather—
a new consciousness awakened upon the cleansed ruins of her soul.
Silence.
The world was quieter than ever.
The suffocating shackles that had weighed on her for decades—
the force that had driven her toward madness, hatred, and destruction—
were gone.
She tried to recall—
Qian Xunji's face.
The hatred that had consumed her sanity.
Her deranged plan to annihilate Spirit Hall and drag the entire continent down with her.
Those towering hatreds were still there.
But now they felt distant—separated by a frosted veil—blurry, indistinct.
As though they no longer belonged to her.
Like reading a stranger's tragic biography, feeling only a faint, cold pity.
She thought of Yu Xiaogang.
Once, his name had been a blade carved into her heart.
Now?
There was no pain.
No obsession.
Only a faint trace—like a sand painting blown thin by the wind—proof that something had once existed.
How ridiculous.
How pitiful.
The Bibi Dong twisted by hatred and obsession now felt like a stranger.
If that hatred wasn't her…
If that obsession wasn't her…
Then who was she?
A wave of unprecedented, overwhelming panic surged through her.
She jerked her head up.
Her newly clear, glass-like eyes swept across the hall—
and locked onto the figure still lounging lazily in the rocking chair.
Him.
The one who brushed away the grime suffocating her soul.
The one who personally killed the "Bibi Dong" of the past.
And in that moment, she truly understood what she had gained.
She drew a deep breath.
Under the breathless stares of everyone present—
The Pope of Spirit Hall, the woman who once looked down upon the world—
slowly bent her knees.
Bang—!
The crisp sound of knee meeting floor echoed like thunder.
Her voice trembled, yet every word rang out with crystalline clarity:
"Thank you for saving me from suffering…
and returning my true self."
"This grace—this junior will never forget for the rest of her life!"
But to Bibi Dong's kneeling, Lin Feng merely waved his hand.
"Get up."
His voice was calm, casual—completely unaffected.
"This is just a random reward after your consumption."
Then he closed his eyes once again, appearing lost in thought.
But internally?
Lin Feng was ecstatic.
Beautiful! Perfect! Amazing!
He had simply erased the Rakshasa God's Divine Intent…
And she was so moved she kneeled!!
This effect—this temperament—
This was a golden legend-tier super leek!
Secure.
Locked in.
Guaranteed!
He suppressed the giddy laughter bubbling in his chest, maintaining the serene, inscrutable immortal façade.
"Random reward…?"
Bibi Dong slowly rose, confusion flickering in her clear eyes.
The soul-cleansing transformation she had just undergone—
In this Senior's eyes, it was only a random reward?
Then…
How terrifying must his true power be?
Her reverence for Lin Feng instantly rose to unimaginable heights.
Around them, shock spread like wildfire.
Gold Crocodile Douluo stared at Lin Feng as if struck by lightning.
Random reward?
This terrifying method—effortlessly erasing divine intent, cleansing a soul's very essence—
was just… a random perk?
How unfathomable must this man's true strength be?!
"Senior's divine grace is as vast as the sea."
Hu Liena stepped forward with impeccable timing, her voice filled with solemn reverence.
"To receive even your random blessing is already a fortune beyond measure."
Her words served two purposes:
To give Lin Feng a proper pedestal—
And to remind everyone:
This person's power transcended their comprehension.
At this moment—
Demon Subduing Douluo shoveled the last two pieces of meat into his mouth with frantic speed.
While still chewing, he fumbled in his storage tool and practically dumped gold coins onto the table.
They clattered everywhere.
"I–I'm checking out! Checking out!!"
His voice was frantic; his eyes burned with fanatical desire.
This man never forgot why he came to Feng Ran Pavilion.
Not for the Hall of Worship's mission.
But for the chance to change his fate.
Lin Feng, through his half-lowered eyelids, watched the man's frantic movements—
and couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
Now THAT'S what I call awareness.
A true leek always has ambition.
Hu Liena approached with elegance, sweeping her hand over the messy pile.
"That will be four thousand one hundred gold coins."
Part of the pile vanished instantly.
Demon Subduing Douluo barely noticed—his eyes were locked onto Lin Feng with burning intensity.
At the same time—
Lin Feng's long-anticipated system chime finally sounded.
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