Chapter 56
: Gazing at a Beauty, White Bones and Flesh
The Rakshasa god considered himself an evil god, but upon seeing Bibi Dong's appearance at that time, he was still somewhat terrified.
Bibi Dong is a person whose emotions override everything else; she's wildly stubborn, regardless of good or bad, right or wrong.
Although she grew up in the Spirit Hall, some things seemed to be innate; the Death Spider Emperor and Soul Devouring Spider Emperor spirits seemed to be manifestations of her spirit and soul.
She didn't care about the deaths of civilians, nor did she care about the Spirit Hall, which she had indirectly destroyed and which had raised her. The Soul-Devouring Spider Queen could devour the souls of her subordinates without any psychological hindrance...
[At least you have a purpose when you do bad things, like wanting to become a god, but Bibi Dong's actions were purely malicious and driven by revenge.]
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Even if Rakshasa God doesn't say it, based on your understanding of Bibi Dong, you can probably guess what she'll do.
Similarly, Bibi Dong, so persistent, would naturally not let herself go once she arrived in the God Realm.
You don't intend to sit idly by and wait for your fate; instead, you're preparing to take the initiative.
You met Bibi Dong on her third visit.
The Rakshasa Goddess followed behind you, twirling her Rakshasa Demon Scythe incessantly, pacing restlessly. She didn't know why she was acting this way; she wanted to kill Bibi Dong, but she didn't understand why she had this thought.
The sea god noticed the change in Rakshasa and found it amusing. How could Rakshasa, whose very existence was twisted, possibly possess normal emotions when he was devouring evil thoughts?
[It's like in our first life, I clearly loved you, yet I wanted to kill you and imprison your soul.]
His way of expressing emotions is distorted, aloof, and difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Bibi Dong's gaze towards Rakshasa God also carried murderous intent.
But in your presence, both of them restrained themselves.
Ignoring the undercurrent of tension between the two, you scrutinized Bibi Dong.
[As the goddess of desire, Bibi Dong's aura underwent a noticeable change. Her beauty remained undiminished, her skin radiating an alluring pink glow, her eyes were mesmerizing, seemingly capable of captivating souls, her aura decadent and alluring, and her figure even more graceful, every movement captivating and irresistible.]
But you weren't fooled by Bibi Dong's appearance.
Strip away the skin, and you're left with nothing but 206 bones; blood, flesh, filth, hair, and intestines.
[Once clothed, one can have eighteen thousand different appearances.]
[To fathom people's hearts while they are alive, and to contemplate their bones after they die.]
Seeing a beautiful woman as if she were a skeleton fills my heart with no desire.
Seeing the skeletons as beautiful as a woman fills my heart with no fear.
[There is no self, no person, no sentient being, and no life span.]
[The pink-clad skeletons are nothing but white bones and flesh.]
All forms are not forms; all appearances are illusory.
You don't care about a person's appearance; it's just a pretty shape created from flesh and blood.
Although the gods in Douluo Continent are of low rank, changing their appearance and fixing their apparent age is not difficult.
[If you wish, you can create a body exactly like Bibi Dong's, but without the divine power of the God of Desire, it will ultimately lack that divine essence.]
You wouldn't understand why someone would be so obsessed with a beautiful appearance.
[Bibi Dong realized that you hadn't felt any desire, and could only regretfully withdraw the pink mist surrounding her that aroused lust.]
"You're still the same as before, A-Yuan." Both of them understood each other perfectly, assuming the other still remembered without needing to speak.
Bibi Dong thought that as the Goddess of Desire, she might be able to successfully bewitch you with the help of her divine power.
However, you remained unmoved, just as before, your eyes still shining with unwavering determination.
"What do you want from me?" you asked.
Bibi Dong smiled slightly and asked in return, "Shouldn't you be asking A-Yuan? What brings you to see me?"
After thinking for a moment, you decided to get straight to the point, "I hope you won't do anything out of line that would reveal our relationship. Secondly..."
You paused, then added, "I need you to do me a small favor..."
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After making a small sacrifice, Bibi Dong agreed and left with great reluctance.
You stroke your chest, feeling the surging killing intent within you. You hate the uncontrollable variables...
You also hate the people who killed you...
You came to visit Qian Renxue on your own initiative.
The Temple of Angels is sacred and radiant, completely different from your Temple of Rakshasa. You don't care; they're both power, so what's the difference?
As soon as Qian Renxue learned of your arrival, she eagerly had the priests welcome you in.
You waited in the main hall for a short while before Qian Renxue gracefully arrived.
[The angelic goddess Qian Renxue possesses an unparalleled and aloof beauty, with skin as white as snow and golden hair flowing like a waterfall. After becoming a goddess, her appearance is frozen at the age of eighteen or nineteen, with a full and upright figure, golden pupils, and a gaze that exudes a sacred and majestic aura. A six-winged angel's golden mark is etched between her brows, giving her a noble and unapproachable demeanor.]
[She wore custom-made, dazzling golden armor, with a prominent breastplate and a slender waist, paired with a half-foot-long golden battle skirt; her entire body was covered in feather patterns, both gorgeous and heroic, and three pairs of wings had completely transformed into brilliant, transparent golden feathers, which spread golden waves and overflowed with holy light when she flapped her wings.]
In contrast, you, dressed in a simple and elegant white robe, with your black hair flowing down and your delicate features, resemble a beauty from an ancient ink painting. Yet, coupled with the ethereal aura surrounding you, you seem like a banished immortal who might depart at any moment with the wind.
Qian Renxue looked at your appearance, so different from what she remembered, her eyes filled with tears, as if she wanted to throw herself into your arms.
This was the usual way Qian Renxue and the slave Fang Yuan interacted. Their statuses were worlds apart; Fang Yuan never refused, nor could he refuse, any request from Qian Renxue.
Even though Fang Yuan actually hates it when others touch him without permission.
You shifted your foot slightly, dodging it.
Qian Renxue's eyes darkened slightly as she observed your distant movements. "It's been a long time since I've seen A-Yuan. I was too excited and rude."
Qian Renxue knows that your resentment and resistance stem from her previous imprisonment of you, but it's alright, Qian Renxue is confident she can make amends.
Your eyes were downcast, and you seemed very sad. "Xue'er, I'm sorry, I didn't see you the previous few times you came to visit."
"Bibi Dong is your mother. To avoid unnecessary trouble, let's not see each other again."
"Why? Did Bibi Dong threaten you again?" Qian Renxue couldn't maintain her gentle demeanor upon hearing this request; her first thought was that Bibi Dong had threatened you.