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"What? Xiao Gang can be resurrected? You're not lying to me, are you?!"
Bibi Dong trembled with excitement. She had never expected that the voice which had been whispering in her mind would, at this moment, offer her such hope.
In the God Realm, the Rakshasa God watched this scene and sneered.
I thought she'd be hard to manipulate. Who knew a single man could shatter all her defenses?
She continued to entice, her voice silky and coaxing: "That's right. As long as you complete the divine trials and fully become a god, reviving a person is a simple matter. Work hard and finish the trials—then you and your beloved can be together for all eternity, never to be parted again."
Confronted with the Rakshasa God's temptation, Bibi Dong sank completely.
With the Heavenly Dragon Gang now on the continent, it was already impossible for her to become the strongest. But to her, the fate of the entire continent meant nothing compared to Yu Xiaogang's life.
The wariness she had maintained toward the Rakshasa inheritance dissolved. She opened her mind and devoted herself wholly to the inheritance process.
The Rakshasa God nodded, satisfied.
Yes, that's it. Once you receive my inheritance, you will be able to revive your lover. Of course… by then, your body will be mine.
As a first-tier god, she dared not casually interfere with the mortal world. But possessing the body of her successor with a wisp of her divine soul was still possible.
Bibi Dong, consumed by the prospect of reviving Yu Xiaogang, no longer cared about anything else.
Thus, the Rakshasa God found her opening.
At the same time, within the Elder Hall of Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue was also undergoing her divine trials. The Angel God, however, had no intention of seizing her body. Instead, he merely lowered the difficulty of her trials and, using the power of faith accumulated by Spirit Hall over many years, completely healed Qian Daoliu's injuries.
Though Qian Daoliu could never become a god in this life, he now stood at a demigod level—one of the greatest experts in the mortal world.
The Heavenly Dragon Gang had more than just Lan Minghua; it boasted other powerhouses as well. To enrage Lan Minghua and force him into the God Realm, all those connected to him would have to be killed. In the fury that was sure to follow, he would charge into the God Realm. When that happened, the Angel God's mission would be complete.
After healing Qian Daoliu, the Angel God informed him that the inheritance trials had been made easier for Qian Renxue. He instructed him that once Qian Renxue became a god, the people of the Heavenly Dragon Gang must be slaughtered to the last man. Qian Daoliu happily agreed. Now that Qian Renxue did not need to sever her human bonds, he would not need to sacrifice himself. He had never truly wished to die, nor did he want to leave Qian Renxue burdened with guilt.
Unlike the Rakshasa and Angel Gods, the Sea God was full of petty schemes. With the tacit consent of the Five God Kings, he could interfere in the mortal realm almost openly.
The Sea God's gaze fell upon the Slaughter City, his expression mocking.
"So the Asura inheritance was tossed into a place like this? Hah… quite fitting for his style."
As its name implied, the Slaughter City lived by the law of killing. One of the Asura God's domains was slaughter—naturally, his inheritance would be placed in a land ruled by bloodshed.
"Let me see… where is that fellow?"
The Sea God narrowed his eyes, his sight piercing an unfathomable distance to the city's heart. At last, his view settled on a creature—draped in a blood-red robe, with blood-hued bat wings unfurled, sprawled upon a throne of gore—a grotesque, mismatched being.
"Found you… Bo Saixi's bootlicker—Tang Chen."
Tang Chen—once one of the three peerless Douluo of the world, famed as invincible upon the earth, equal in renown to Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi. He was also Tang San's great-grandfather and one of the Asura God's chosen inheritors.
But now, he should not be called Tang Chen—he was the Slaughter King.
During his Asura trials, he had fallen victim to the Rakshasa God's schemes. His power plummeted, and the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King parasitized his body, transforming him into the ruler of the Slaughter City.
At that very moment, the Slaughter King's internal alarms began to shriek; he sensed he was being watched.
"Who's there?!"
He sprang from the blood throne, scanning his surroundings in a panic. Yet no matter how he searched, he found no trace. Still uneasy, he did not dare relax his guard in the slightest.
What's going on? Did I imagine it?
As doubt crept in, a voice thundered through his sea of consciousness like a bolt of lightning.
"A mere beast dares presume to probe the presence of this god? Die!"
Before the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King could even beg for mercy, the Sea God's single enraged shout shattered its soul to dust.
The Sea God snorted. "Rakshasa, what a crude trick. You don't actually think Asura is unaware, do you? He's merely looking for an excuse to erase you—and you foolishly believe no one knows."
With the parasite's death, the blood-red robe sloughed off. Underneath lay a pale, middle-aged man—Tang Chen's true form. The sinister blood-veins that marred his skin slowly receded as the bat king's corruption ebbed.
Even so, Tang Chen's body had been terribly eroded. Still, unlike in the original story where Tang San rescued him five years later, this time salvation had come early. He was weak, but he would live.
After a quick examination, the Sea God barked, "Tang Chen, awaken at once!"
The voice crashed like thunder, jolting Tang Chen's slumbering soul fully awake. After all, he was a level-99 Limit Douluo; even gravely injured, the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King had not been able to completely break him.
His eyelids twitched. After a long moment, a thin slit opened.
"Ngh… Have I… seen daylight again?"
Tang Chen's voice was frail, as if life was barely clinging to him. The Sea God's eyes flashed with faint distaste, but for the sake of his plans, he restrained himself.
"No matter. A demigod-level ant can still play a part against that person. I'll move the Asura inheritance, and you with it, to Sea God Island. Let Bo Saixi treat you."
As he spoke, the Sea God extended his hand in a phantom grasp toward the Slaughter City, plucking up both the Asura inheritance and Tang Chen. His lips moved silently, conveying orders to Bo Saixi on Sea God Island. Without giving her time to protest, he flung both Tang Chen and the Asura inheritance toward her.
Sea God Island, once serene and radiant under its divine legacy, was suddenly wracked by convulsing winds. A pillar of dark-red light speared down from the heavens and slammed into the sea not far from the island, detonating waves a hundred zhang high.
In an instant, all the island's Titled Douluo took to the air, joining forces to hold back the towering surge. Suspended above the surf, they stared tensely at the scarlet column piercing the sky.
"What happened?!"
As High Priestess of Sea God Island, Bo Saixi needed only a glance to recognize that dark-red radiance.
The Asura God's inheritance!
Yet her attention was not on the legacy itself; instead, she swept her gaze around, searching for something—or someone.
Tang San and Dai Mubai, startled by the commotion at sea, rushed out to survey the scene. Tang San's aura had changed drastically—he had already stepped into the realm of a Soul Ancestor. At first sight of the pillar, his heart was completely captivated by the Asura inheritance.
At that moment, a tiny black speck appeared high in the sky, plunging like a raindrop.
Bo Saixi sensed it at once. For the first time, she lost her composure, her expression breaking into one of pure excitement.
"That's… Tang Chen!"
(End of Chapter)