"The third stage, 'God Soul Inheritance'. With your soul, endure the Wind God Soul, fuse the laws, reshape the Foundation of Godhood. Success, and you ascend to heaven in one step, establishing the seat of the Wind God; failure, and your soul will be assimilated and scattered by the Wind God Soul, or the God Soul will backfire, causing your body to explode and perish." The grand voice sounded for the last time, carrying a final warning. "Are you ready?"
Bibi Dong gazed at that cluster of God Soul representing infinite power and risk, and slowly raised her hand. The Tears of the Wind God automatically flew up, suspending between her and the God Soul, serving as a bridge and buffer. She did not speak, but answered with action—opening her entire spiritual power, soul power, and the firm Dao Heart just integrated, without reservation, actively welcoming that cluster of green God Soul!
The moment of contact, an indescribable impact exploded! This was not an infusion of soul power, but a torrent of laws, an impact of divinity, fragments of ancient will. It was like billions of wind blades cutting the soul simultaneously, or like being placed in the center of a cosmic storm. Every thought was torn apart and reorganized; every inch of soul was enduring tempering. A massive amount of information, realizations, and power poured in crazily, far beyond the carrying limit of her soul. She felt as if she were about to be burst open, assimilated, and have the mark belonging to "Bibi Dong" thoroughly erased.
The Tears of the Wind God rotated crazily, striving to guide, filter, and transform this torrent. But it itself was merely a token, not the complete inheritance core; what it could do was limited. Bibi Dong clenched her teeth tightly; blood began to seep from her seven orifices. Countless fine green patterns emerged on the surface of her body; those were traces of the Wind Laws being forcibly branded, the process was incredibly painful. She held fast to that one point of indestructible self-consciousness deep within her soul, like a lighthouse in a storm; no matter how the waves impacted, it never extinguished.
The Rakshasa Divine Power was also triggered under this extreme stimulation; the cold aura automatically protected her heart meridians and some key soul nodes. It formed fierce confrontation and friction with the pouring Wind God power, intensifying her pain. But it also unexpectedly provided an "anchoring" effect, preventing her from becoming thoroughly lost in the torrent of the Wind God Soul.
This was a long process, a dance with death. Her body suspended in the light sphere, sometimes curling and trembling, sometimes stretching straight. Green light under her skin flickered unpredictably; her aura was sometimes weak like a candle in the wind, sometimes surging as if about to break the light sphere. On the soul level, she was undergoing a thorough transformation and reorganization. Fragments of the Wind Laws were forcibly branded, understood, absorbed, slowly fusing with her martial soul, soul power, spiritual power, and even her physical body. This was not merely obtaining power; it was a leap in the level of life. It was the most difficult, yet most crucial first step towards the realm of "God".
Outside the altar, Dai Chengfeng had already sat meditating for who knew how long. He could not perceive specifically what was happening inside the light sphere. He could only infer Bibi Dong's condition through the fluctuations of the vortex in the center of the altar, and the brightness changes of that Wind Element statue. The vortex sometimes shook violently, sometimes tended towards stability. The statue's light also sometimes blazed like the sun, sometimes dimmed like a firefly. Every violent fluctuation made Dai Chengfeng's heart rise to his throat. His fists were clenched tightly, fingernails sinking deeply into his palms; he was completely unaware even as blood seeped out. All he could do was wait, and raise his spiritual power to the extreme, alert for any abnormal movements that might come from outside.
Time here seemed to lose meaning. Perhaps one day had passed, perhaps three days, perhaps longer. Finally, at some moment, the green vortex in the center of the altar suddenly shrank inward, then exploded with a boom, turning into countless soft green light streams, sweeping across the entire altar space. That tall Wind Element statue blazed with light, then shattered inch by inch, turning into the purest wind elements, merging into those light streams. The light streams, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, surged towards the figure reappearing in the center of the altar—Bibi Dong.
She stood there quietly, eyes tightly closed, long hair moving without wind, surrounded by a solid yet obedient green halo. She emitted an aura completely different from before. That aura was still powerful, even more deep and unpredictable. But it lacked some of the cold evil strangeness of the Rakshasa Divine Power, adding more of the wind's agility, the implication of freedom, and an indescribable majesty belonging to a higher level of life. The wounds on her body had long disappeared; her skin was crystal clear like jade, with faint green light flowing within. The Tears of the Wind God on her chest had vanished, completely merging into her body.
Dai Chengfeng suddenly stood up, surprise bursting in his eyes. But he did not rush forward rashly, because he felt that Bibi Dong seemed to still be in some mysterious state, conducting final consolidation.
A moment later, Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes. In the depths of her pupils, a green wind vortex seemed to flash and vanish. Her gaze was clear and deep, as if it could pierce the void. She looked at Dai Chengfeng, the corner of her mouth hooking up an extremely faint, yet incredibly real smile. That smile carried exhaustion, carried relief, and even more, carried a brightness and firmness after breaking the cocoon to be reborn.
"Chengfeng," her voice also seemed to have undergone some changes, more ethereal, yet carrying unquestionable power, "I succeeded."
Simple four characters, yet they completely loosened Dai Chengfeng's tightly strained heartstrings. A huge wave of joy and lingering fear surged into his heart. He strode forward, but stopped a few steps away from Bibi Dong, looking at her deeply; thousands of words turned into one sentence: "That's wonderful."
Bibi Dong nodded, feeling the earth-shaking changes within her body. The Wind God's Divine Seat inheritance was not thoroughly completed. She had only successfully fused the God Soul, establishing the "Foundation of Godhood". It was equivalent to obtaining the qualification and key to become the Wind God, and her strength had obtained a leapfrog improvement; her control over the Wind Laws had reached a brand new realm. But to truly become a complete Wind God, she still needed to continue cultivating, condense a Divine Grid, and ignite Divine Fire; that would be a longer road. But regardless, the most crucial and dangerous step had been crossed. She could not only use the power of wind more freely. Under the strong intervention of the God Soul fusion, the Rakshasa Divine Power and Wind God Power formed a strange, temporary balanced coexistence state. Although far from fusion, at least they would not conflict violently in the short term, and even allowed her to have a deeper understanding of the essence of power.
"This place is not suitable for lingering. The inheritance is complete; the secret realm will likely become gradually unstable." Bibi Dong perceived the surroundings. She found that with the statue shattering and the inheritance ending, the activity level of wind elements in this secret realm space began to drop; the light dome also dimmed slightly, and the space structure seemed to show signs of loosening.
Dai Chengfeng also noticed this and immediately nodded: "Let's leave immediately."
The two returned along the original path. This time, with Bibi Dong's deep understanding of the Wind Laws and her newly obtained power, crossing the Wind Secret Realm, the Wind Channel, and the Gale Belt above became much easier. Bibi Dong could even influence and control those violent gales to a certain extent, opening a relatively safe path for them.
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