Douluo Dalu (Soul Land): Villain Life Simulator

As the mighty power of the Asura God rippled from Tang San, a blood-red hue engulfed everything within the sight of Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue.

The Asura Demon Sword rose slowly. Tang San's gaze followed the blade, and past memories flickered through his mind.

Xiao Wu's sacrifice had bonded her blood with his. The time he encountered his ancestor outside the Clear Sky Clan, from whom he received the Asura Demon Sword after completing the Asura God Trials. And finally, Xiao Wu merging with the sword itself, becoming a vessel for his Asura divine power...

Tang San suddenly understood: all of this was meant to be his.

All the setbacks, the strokes of fate—they had all brought him here, step by step, to reach today's level. Now, he stood in a state of perfect dual-god fusion without any negative effects. On this continent, no one could rival him.

"…"

Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue exchanged a grave look.

Especially Bibi Dong—although she had not absorbed much of the evil and malice of the Rakshasa God after inheriting its divine position, she still felt deeply suppressed when facing the Asura God, her natural nemesis.

And the being before her was not merely an Asura God.

"Stop hesitating. Attack!"

Qian Renxue shouted, thrusting her divine sword skyward. A surge of divine power exploded, transforming into a golden-red streak that shot directly toward Tang San.

Bibi Dong quickly recovered and followed closely behind.

Seeing the golden and purple figures coming toward him, Tang San only sneered. With a swift arc of his dark red sword, he whispered, "Asura, Judgment."

In the next instant, rays of red light bloomed like flowers. Bibi Dong was immediately surrounded by a web of blood-red lightning, which tore through her Rakshasa God power, scattering and disintegrating the purple-green evil energy as if it were melting ice.

Then, the fierce power of the Asura God began to directly erode her body through her Rakshasa armor.

"Bibi Dong!"

Seeing Bibi Dong struggling in agony within the Asura power, Qian Renxue felt a pang of sorrow.

Golden-red light ignited once more as the wings on her back spread wide. Six brilliant clusters of light illuminated the blood-stained sky as she pushed her angelic divine power to its limits, burning it with reckless abandon.

At the same time, turbulent waves stirred within her mind, shaking the Angelic God Position.

Yet, as she resolved to shatter her godhood and launch her most powerful attack, she felt resistance, as though the Angelic God Position was beyond her complete control.

"So that's it…"

In the depths of her spirit, Qian Daoliu also sensed the events unfolding outside, understanding Qian Renxue's determination.

He glanced at the softly trembling white light in the golden sea of consciousness.

"So be it. Su Cheng, I hope you didn't deceive me."

With a sigh, Qian Daoliu ignited his own soul, the true bearer of the Angelic God Position.

In an instant, the Angelic God Position shattered.

Qian Renxue's body radiated with brilliant golden light as the amplified angelic power forcibly repelled the Asura power around her and propelled her body to launch another assault.

A mouthful of blood spurted from Qian Renxue's lips. The divine sigil on her forehead fragmented, transforming into golden light that merged with and ignited within her Angelic Holy Sword.

The Holy Sword blazed brightly, releasing an overwhelming surge of power.

Faced with this degree of attack, Tang San, who had just wielded his Asura God powers, was forced to shift into his Sea God form to defend. A blue glow enveloped his body.

Yet under the scorching sunlight-like blaze, his Golden Trident and Sea God armor began to show signs of melting within moments.

Unfortunately, all Qian Renxue's desperate strike accomplished was defeating the Sea God.

After taking that one blow, Tang San's red and blue aura shifted again, restoring his terrifying blood-red armor. He sent the burning angel flying backward with a single motion. Stretching out his hand, his demon sword transformed into a blazing arc of red, speeding directly toward the woman's figure.

With her god power exhausted, Qian Renxue could do nothing but watch as the blood-red sword beam grew closer.

She gazed at the scarlet blade, not with fear but with a faint sense of regret.

Slowly, she closed her eyes.

No matter what… Bibi Dong, I hope you survive.

Keep going forward with him and seek the happiness you deserve.

At least now, I don't owe you anything.

With the life you gave me, I'll buy you a chance to escape…

Heh, with your intelligence, you won't foolishly die here with me…

"…"

Yet after what felt like a long time, she did not feel the pain of being pierced, nor was she engulfed in the shadow of death.

Her eyes snapped open.

The edge of the blood-red sword was inches away, pointing at her, yet she was unharmed.

Before her, someone else had intercepted the fatal blow meant for her.

Dazzling red lightning enveloped that person, cracks spreading across their once-impenetrable divine armor until it shattered into dust.

Turning around, Bibi Dong, no longer clad in her godly armor, stood in a simple white dress, her back facing Qian Renxue.

Her face was pale yet beautiful, softened by a gentle, pure smile unlike any she had ever shown her daughter.

It wasn't the look of a familiar gaze between long-lost relatives; it was more like that of a new mother seeing her child for the first time, her eyes filled with wonder, joy, and deep hopes…

Only this gaze, delayed by thirty years, carried all those emotions.

In this moment, time seemed to roll back, erasing the past resentments and regrets as if they had never existed.

A soft glow emanated from Bibi Dong's trembling hand, gently cradling their bodies as they descended toward the ground outside Jialing Pass.

"You…"

Qian Renxue's vision blurred, her lips quivering slightly.

Unnoticed, tears had already filled her eyes, tracing down her cheeks.

Deep within her heart, a long-buried barrier shattered.

Those emotions she thought didn't exist, the yearning for kinship, the longing for motherly love that she had stubbornly denied for decades, now surged like tidal waves, flooding every corner of her being.

Bittersweet yet warm.

So, those acts of strength and indifference had only been the bravado of stubborn pride.

As the icy shell broke away, the emotions within remained fiery and intense.

They hadn't faded over time, nor had they been spoiled by loneliness…

Yes.

She had never truly lost those emotions. No one could live without a mother's love.

Even though she had never experienced a proper childhood, even though she was an adult now, at this moment, she was still just that child.

From the initial longing to the eventual disappointment in her youth, she had never let her inner sanctum be tainted.

Perhaps, in dreams during sleepless nights, she had seen visions of a peaceful relationship between them.

But Qian Renxue would never admit it.

Bibi Dong was unworthy of being called a mother, and she was not truly her mother at all.

She was a powerful soul master, an unmatched genius, and an exceptional Pope of the Spirit Hall...

She could be anyone.

But she was not her mother.

And to Bibi Dong, perhaps it was the same.

To her, she was merely a convenient tool, a weapon of the Spirit Hall, a spearhead capable of expanding the empire's territories, and a part of the Qian bloodline that sustained her rule—but she was never her daughter.

Qian Renxue had always told herself this in the past.

But...

"Why… Why would you do this…"

Her voice trembled as she questioned.

Her vision was blurry; she couldn't clearly see Bibi Dong's expression anymore.

When Bibi Dong landed on the ground with Qian Renxue, the last piece of her Rakshasa God armor had already turned to smoke and disappeared.

Neither of them noticed that Tang San had not pursued them. Bound by some unknown force, he seemed unable to move forward and strike immediately.

Bibi Dong struggled to raise her hand, gently wiping away Qian Renxue's tears, and whispered, "Xiaoxue, I'm sorry."

"Don't speak right now," Qian Renxue frantically wiped her own tears, hurriedly interrupting her.

At the same time, she gripped her mother's hand tightly, trying to infuse soul power to suppress the invading Asura God's force.

But having shattered her own godhood to deliver a final blow, Qian Renxue was also running on empty, barely holding onto life.

"If I don't say it now, there may never be another chance."

Bibi Dong reversed their grip, squeezing Qian Renxue's delicate hand to stop her futile efforts.

Though she wasn't sure why Tang San hadn't struck them down immediately—perhaps he believed he had already won—she knew that there was no time to consider him. The remaining Asura God power had begun to strike at her vital points.

She could feel her life slipping away; after all, taking the Asura Demonic Sword head-on meant inevitable death.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Qian Renxue couldn't hold back her anger, tears once again streaming down her face. "What do you mean, 'no more chances'? Are you really the Bibi Dong I know? And… and what about Su Cheng? Don't you want to see him again?!"

"Of course I do… of course I do… But it's truly a shame. Just when I finally found someone…" She trailed off, then looked at Qian Renxue with a soft smile, "Xiaoxue, you like him too, don't you?"

"…" Qian Renxue was stunned, her mouth opening slightly, yet words failed her.

"Surprised?" Bibi Dong let out a faint, weary laugh.

"I don't know exactly what happened between you two, but you are my daughter, after all… Though you may not want to acknowledge me as your mother… I could still sense some of your feelings. Hah, I owe you yet another apology. I'm sorry—even though I knew about your feelings, I still didn't want to let him go… It's selfish, isn't it? Sigh, I've never been a good mother."

"No, it's me who's selfish for feeling this way."

"Xiaoxue, please, let me finish." Bibi Dong gave her a gentle, chiding look, her face still softened by a tender smile, as if they weren't on a battlefield, as if she weren't critically injured and on the verge of death. It was just a regular conversation between family members.

Though, in the past, she had never shown such warmth to her daughter.

"Your father died by my hands. Years ago, in order to make me stay in the Spirit Hall and ensure the Qian family would have a worthy successor, he… he forced himself upon me, his disciple. So, I killed him in revenge.

"When I was young, I couldn't let go of those painful memories, so I always harbored resentment toward you.

"Su Cheng told me that in many ways, we're similar, both tormented endlessly by pain and loneliness. He was probably right. All these years, I projected too much of my own suffering onto you.

"It was my fault. You're innocent. The only thing I can give you now is this final blow. I won't ask for your forgiveness; let it be a tiny, insignificant form of atonement…"

"…" Qian Renxue's lips trembled. She wanted to say something, but her voice caught in her throat.

It had been so many years since she'd called her that name.

Bibi Dong didn't mind, continuing, "Xiaoxue, I know how proud you are, but please, pretend to lose. Then go back to Spirit City and find Su Cheng—he has the potential to go even further. I was too careless, thinking that we, mother and daughter, both deities, would easily triumph, but I underestimated Tang San, who wields two godhoods. However, Su Cheng can defeat him."

At this, confidence gleamed in her eyes.

She then sighed, her smile fading into a faint bitterness.

"What a pity, not being able to see him one last time. Even after knowing my past, knowing who I truly am, he never said anything. That was when I realized how narrow-minded I was. I don't deserve him; both you and he are far better than I am."

"No, we can escape. I'll take you away; I'll bring you back to the Spirit Hall…"

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Bibi Dong let out a small gasp.

A strange energy began to emerge within her, from somewhere unknown.

The energy wasn't strong, yet it was endless, slowly but firmly cleansing the remaining Asura God power in her body, gradually restoring her complexion, bringing a hint of color back to her pale face.

Above Jialing Pass, a familiar presence also appeared.

Bibi Dong looked up and saw a figure blocking Tang San, the Asura God.

Qian Renxue also looked up with a frown, seeing Su Cheng's silhouette.

But her face showed neither joy nor fear. Instead, her expression was one of confusion.

In her eyes, flashes of golden and silvery-gray light alternated, and vague, hazy images appeared before her.

At that moment, everything around them seemed somewhat unreal.

Then, countless fragments of memories began to flood her mind, and a powerful force surged from deep within her soul.

Though she had lost her Angelic Godhood, her strength continued to rise endlessly.

Yet, it wasn't angelic power.

It was something far stronger than that, far, far stronger.

Suddenly, she had a strange feeling, as though it wasn't the scenes around her that were false.

Except for a select few, the entire world felt… unreal.