The phrase "times have changed," is simple to say, but like a tiny needle, it gently pierced the shell she had disguised with coldness and aloofness for many years.
Yes, times have changed. If times hadn't changed, how could she come here again.
She suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and continued: "This road has not reached the end yet."
Ning Liu nodded and made a "please" gesture:
"Then I will ask His Majesty the Pope to lead the way."
Bibi Dong stopped talking and turned forward.
As she moved forward, the surrounding environment began to change subtly.
The path that was originally narrow and only allowed a few people to walk together slowly widened under their feet, and the blood-colored mist billowing on both sides gradually became thinner, revealing the true appearance of the abyss below.
It was not a void of darkness, but a vast expanse of blood-colored land. The ground was dry and cracked, as if endless blood had soaked the land and was completely drained by some force.
In the air, the crazy aura that can arouse people's desire to kill is weakening, replaced by an older and purer evil aura.
It is a kind of iron-blooded majesty that has been settled after countless trials and rulings. It is cold and ruthless, like the most stringent law in the world.
Ning Liu did not speak, but silently followed Bibi Dong. His spiritual eyes had already been opened.
In his field of vision, the space in front of him was undergoing drastic distortion and reconstruction in some subtle ways.
This is not a natural formation, but the result of two completely different powerful forces repelling and eroding each other.
One type is the Shura divine power that is majestic and full of judgment.
The other type is the evil and mysterious power of Rakshasa, which represents corruption and chaos.
After walking for about a stick of incense, the scene ahead suddenly became clear.
They came to the edge of a huge circular platform. In the center of the platform was a huge blood pool with a diameter of more than a hundred meters.
It's just that the sight of this blood pool is extremely weird.
The liquid in the pool is not bright red, but a viscous color between dark red and purple-black, with fist-sized and foul-smelling bubbles constantly popping up on the surface.
Every time a bubble bursts, a twisted wisp of black air that seems to be composed of countless wailing faces rises up, and is then swallowed up again by the pool water.
Hand of the entire blood pool, half exudes a biting murderous aura, while the other half is filled with disgusting filth and malice. The two auras formed a strange balance here, entangled with each other, and polluted each other, turning this place that was supposed to be a sacred inheritance place into an out-and-out demonic realm.
"Holy shit, what the hell is this?"
Xu Jiushi pinched his nose and took two steps back with a look of disgust.
Titan's face also became ugly. He could feel the terrifying power contained in the water, which was an evil that could pollute the soul.
Ju Douluo Yueguan's brows furrowed tightly. The golden halo on his body became a little brighter, blocking out all the eroding evil aura.
"The vicious divine power has actually polluted the inheritance land of God Shura to this extent."
Ning Liu looked across the blood pool and looked at Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong didn't look at anyone. She stared fixedly at the rolling purple-black water. There was no trace of blood on her beautiful face, her lips were tightly pursed, and even her fingertips were trembling slightly.
This is the Shura Blood Pool.
The scene in front of him is obviously very different from the description of Tang San's journey to hell that Ning Liu saw in "Douluo Dalu".
"This is what the Rakshasa God asked me to do."
It took a long time before Bibi Dong spoke, her voice hoarse and dry, as if she was describing a past event that had nothing to do with her.
"When I walked here, the divine will of the Rakshasa God came. It told me that as her inheritor, I must show enough 'sincerity'."
The corner of her mouth raised a hint of self-deprecation.
"It's sincerity is to use my own essence and blood as a guide to inject its divine power into this Shura blood pool, pollute it, and taint it."
"It wants me to personally destroy the inheritance foundation of its deadly enemy in Douluo Continent."
"That's right, the Shura Blood Pool here is what the Asura God's eighth test has to go through."
"According to the normal process, the challenger needs to endure the baptism of pure murderous intent in the blood pool here. After surviving it, he can be reborn and become a demigod!"
"I did it."
Her words were calm, but Ning Liu could hear the suppressed emotions beneath the calmness.
For any soul master, the inheritance of a god is the highest honor.
But Bibi Dong's inheritance path has been full of coercion and transactions from the beginning.
The Rakshasa God chose her not because of her compatible temperament, but because of the hatred in her heart that could burn everything.
It was only after Bibi Dong devoured the previous pope that he decided to pass it on to him.
It is not cultivating successors, but creating the most convenient weapon, a chess piece that can stir up troubles in the world for it.
Polluting the Shura Blood Pond is both a test and a yoke.
Once she does this, it means that she completely runs counter to the Shura God, who represents judgment and order, and can only go to the dark side on the road of the Rakshasa God.
"I dropped a drop of natal essence blood containing the divine power of Rakshasa into the pool, and then triggered the source of murderous aura at the bottom of the pool, allowing the two divine powers to collide with each other and annihilate each other. This process lasted for seven days and seven nights."
Bibi Dong closed her eyes, as if she did not want to look at the filthy pool water anymore.
"Seven days later, this place will look like what you see now."
"The King of Slaughter was parasitized by the nine-headed bat king in the eighth test and was unable to continue because of this!"
Ning Liu patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to say less.
He looked at Bibi Dong with a gentle tone: "It's all over. I came here today to put an end to it all."
Bibi Dong didn't say much, but on her smooth forehead, the mark of the Rakshasa Sickle, which represented the Rakshasa God, suddenly lit up, emitting a strange and powerful light.
The whole blood pool boiled instantly!
Those purple-black viscous liquid seemed to have found an outlet, rushing crazily in the direction of Bibi Dong.
Streams of purple-black energy visible to the naked eye, like thousands of twisted poisonous snakes, rose from the pool and rushed towards the mark of the Rakshasa God between Bibi Dong's eyebrows.
"Your Majesty!"
Ju Douluo exclaimed and subconsciously stepped forward.
"Don't move!"
Ning Liu was also shocked, but he stopped him with a low shout.
"Looking at her, it's the Rakshasa God's thoughts that have been aroused! This must be the Rakshasa God's thoughts!"
"Perhaps, after the King of Slaughter was purified by me, the Rakshasa God has also changed!"
"She is taking back the power she left here, and she is also making a complete break with the past."
"Bibi Dong is the successor of the Rakshasa God after all, which should be of great benefit to her!"
Ju Douluo, Xu Jiushi and Tai Tan immediately stopped and looked at the changes in the field nervously.
Huge amount of evil energy crazily poured into her body. Bibi Dong's body trembled violently, her face instantly turned as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat fell from her forehead.
That was not only an impact of energy, but also a comprehensive backlash of negative emotions such as resentment, unwillingness, and pain that the Rakshasa God left here.
On the surface of her body, layers of purple-black magic patterns continued to appear and disappear, and her eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes flashed with a trace of crazy blood red.
However, when the Rakshasa mark between her eyebrows shone brightly, she was obviously more awake, and the speed of absorption suddenly accelerated several times!
The purple-black energy flow rushing towards her is no longer a crazy infusion, but has become a more orderly return.
As the purple-black energy continued to be withdrawn, the huge blood pool also began to undergo startling changes.
The color of the pool water is changing from purple-black to dark red at a speed visible to the naked eye. The viscous liquid gradually becomes clear, and the disgusting stench and resentment are also quickly dissipating.
Instead, the pure, iron-blooded murderous aura that is so cold as to freeze the soul is rising slowly from the bottom of the pool.