Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 596 All for Dai Chengfeng? Rakshasa God

"You mean... in the end... I have to completely give... to... Dai Chengfeng?"

Holding onto her last glimmer of hope, Bibi Dong asked uncertainly.

The answer she had vaguely guessed long ago, but had always been unwilling and dared not to think about deeply, was revealed by the Rakshasa God in such a straightforward way.

This caused a rare sense of panic to rise in the heart of the Pope, who was used to being in control of everything.

The phantom of the Rakshasa God twisted slightly.

"if not?"

Rakshasa God's retort was simple, direct, and even took for granted: "Bibi Dong, I'll ask you one more time, do you really think that the succession of the divine position is a child's game?"

"It can maintain so-called modesty and bottom line, while easily acquiring supreme power."

Do you think this is possible?

"Can……"

Bibi Dong instinctively wanted to refute, thinking, "Wasn't the previous intimacy a sacrifice?"

She was trying to say, why couldn't the rules be something else?

But a thousand words stuck in his throat, ultimately turning into a struggling, defiant "No..."

"no?"

The voice of the God of War suddenly turned cold, and the temperature in the secret room seemed to drop to freezing point instantly. The sinister aura pressed down on Bibi Dong as if it were a tangible force.

"Then you will fail the divine test."

Those few simple words struck Bibi Dong's heart like a heavy hammer.

She knew all too well the cost of failure, and it was something she couldn't bear. After all, to achieve her goal, she had to become a god.

Seemingly sensing Bibi Dong's momentary wavering, Rakshasa God's tone took on a seductive quality.

“Bibi Dong, I am helping you, it is for your own good.”

"Only if you can successfully complete this fifth test and fully accept this 'karma' will your connection with the power of the Asura God be truly solidified, and your future potential will be limitless."

"Once this hurdle is overcome, the world will be vast and boundless, and the position of a god will be within reach in no time."

The Rakshasa God's words were full of temptation: "Is it to continue clinging to your futile persistence, only to lose everything you've achieved, or even pay an even more terrible price?"

"Or should we let go of our burdens, embrace our strength, and strive for the highest?"

The choice is yours.

The Rakshasa God's voice gradually became faint, and the blurry phantom began to dissipate. "Think it over yourself."

Before the words were even finished, the eerie light on the altar completely dimmed, the writhing runes on the walls returned to their deathly stillness, and the suffocating evil aura in the secret chamber receded like a tide.

Bibi Dong was left alone, standing there, her mind in turmoil.

The Rakshasa God gave her no room for negotiation, leaving her with only a cruel choice between two options.

"no……"

Bibi Dong muttered to herself, but this time, her voice lacked its previous resolve and was filled with confusion and struggle.

She slowly walked out of the secret room and returned to her brightly lit bedroom.

The lavish decorations and warm lighting could not dispel the panic in her heart.

She dismissed all the servants and sat alone in front of her dressing table, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was still stunningly beautiful, but it carried an undeniable weariness and bewilderment.

Is it really... not possible?

She repeatedly questioned herself in her heart.

The complex and indescribable emotional entanglement between Dai Chengfeng and me has long transcended the simple relationship between master and disciple or collaborators.

Dai Chengfeng's forceful intrusion not only disrupted her plans but also threw a boulder into the frozen lake of her heart. She admitted that Dai Chengfeng's kisses and embraces had long been enough to make her heart race and her body react.

She enjoyed the feeling of being needed and cared for, which made her feel that she was no longer the aloof, lonely, and cold pope, but a woman with flesh and blood and desires.

So, what is she concerned about?
Is it a master-disciple relationship?
Indeed, she was his teacher, and he was her student.

But in a world where strength reigns supreme, is this identity truly so insurmountable on the path to godhood?
Moreover, they have already crossed too many lines, leaving only a last line of defense that is self-deception.

Is it the age difference?

She was indeed much older than Dai Chengfeng, and even her daughter, Qian Renxue, was a few years older than Dai Chengfeng.

This was a deep-seated resentment she found difficult to express.

But for a Soul Master, especially one who is pursuing godhood, is age really still a problem?

What will this difference matter a hundred or a thousand years from now?
Is it the lingering, albeit distorted, attachment to Yu Xiaogang that still remains in one's heart?
No, Bibi Dong shook her head vigorously.

Yu Xiaogang is a thing of the past. How can that cowardly man who couldn't protect her compare to Dai Chengfeng, who is now strong, aggressive, and can bring her a sense of security and even pleasure?
One reason after another was proposed, only to be rejected by her own head over heels.

She discovered that what she called "inability" was more like a long-standing psychological barrier, an instinctive resistance to completely letting go of herself and surrendering her body and mind entirely.

She was used to being in control, used to hiding her true self...

Even when facing Dai Chengfeng, with whom she already had such a close relationship, she still retained a last shred of ground.

But now, the Rakshasa Goddess has directly linked this choice to her most desired divine succession.

Giving up your persistence may grant you the strength to complete the divine test.

Holding fast to the bottom line will inevitably lead to failure, or even worse consequences.

The two ends of the balance scale have vastly different weights.

The image of Dai Chengfeng involuntarily surfaced in Bibi Dong's mind.

His handsome face, his aggressive kiss, his smug and languid smile, his undisguised possessiveness...

Even more so, I recall the composure he occasionally displayed, which seemed beyond his years, and the unique care he showed for me.

"I... don't seem to dislike him at all, in fact..."

Looking at herself in the mirror, Bibi Dong whispered, "I do like her a little, don't I?"

Since you don't completely reject it in your heart, and even like it, why gamble your future and life for that pointless pride and outdated psychological barrier?

The Rakshasa God's words, though cruel, might...

It did give her a way out, an excuse to convince herself to let go of all her burdens and follow her true inner desires.

"It's for the divine test...it's for power..."

She kept telling herself this, as if it would make her next decision seem more reasonable.

Struggle, entanglement, hesitation... a variety of complex emotions intertwined and collided in her eyes.

Ultimately, all hesitation was gradually replaced by a resolute determination.

Those beautiful purple eyes once again shone with the sharpness and determination that belonged to Pope Bibidon.

She figured it out.

Since there's no way to avoid it, and since you have a clear direction in your heart, then there's no need to hesitate any longer.

Instead of passively waiting for the rules to judge, it's better to take the initiative and put everything in your own hands.

This final step was not surrender, but rather, it was Bibi Dong's...

A choice made proactively!

(End of this chapter)