Chapter 381: Asura Demon Sword! Resurrecting Xiao Wu?
Tang Chen gasped heavily, blood constantly seeping from the corners of his mouth. Driven by some extreme emotion, the chaos in his eyes began to be replaced by a cold and paranoid flame of revenge.
"Great-Grandfather, please don't be sad. Right now, the most important thing for us is how to rebuild the Clear Sky Sect and then how to completely eradicate Spirit Hall."
Hearing this, Tang Chen stared blankly at Tang Chuan, speechless for a long time.
"Child, rebuilding the Sect... I'm afraid your Great-Grandfather no longer has the strength for it."
After a moment, the light in Tang Chen's eyes gradually dimmed. He let out a long sigh, shook his head, painfully closed his eyes, and said.
"What? Great-Grandfather, you..."
Hearing these words, a touch of shock and confusion appeared on Tang Chuan's face at just the right moment.
"My current body... is already riddled with holes, its lamp running out of oil."
"For decades, my body and Soul have been constantly eroded and parasitized by an evil creature from the depths of Slaughter City, the Nine Headed Bloody Crimson Bat King. It is no ordinary Soul Beast, but an existence condensed from endless malice. It devoured my strength, polluted my sanity, dragged me into the abyss of slaughter, and turned me into the Slaughter King you know."
"Although I temporarily dispersed some of the malice and regained a sliver of clarity just now with the help of that old fellow Qian Daoliu's Angel God divine force..." Tang Chen curled his lips bitterly and continued.
"The Bat King's erosion was too deep; my Origin has already been severely depleted. Coupled with the backlash from forcibly detonating my power to escape just now... this shell probably won't last much longer."
Speaking of this, he paused, but a nearly paranoid fire ignited in his eyes.
"But in this final period of time, I still have one thing... more important than rebuilding the Sect, something I must complete!"
"Something more important?" Tang Chuan actually knew everything in his heart, but he still asked in confusion.
Tang Chen took a deep breath, as if gathering his last strength to tell this shocking secret, and said solemnly: "I am inheriting a God Position. Years ago, because of an important promise, I poured all my heart and Soul into the path of breaking through to become a god."
"However, how difficult it is to rely on one's own cultivation to accumulate Power Of Faith over thousands of years to achieve godhood with a Physical Body. For a Mortal, time is too long and ethereal. So, I chose another path: finding and inheriting an existing God Position."
"The god I chose, or rather the god that chose me, is known to the World as the God of Slaughter, but his true name is the Asura God!"
"There were originally many gods in the World, but only a true main god can leave behind their Divine Thought aura when transcending this World to find a suitable successor. Finding these ethereal Divine Thoughts is as difficult as ascending to heaven, until... I entered Slaughter City."
"There, I finally felt the aura of a god. However, I didn't know then that there are actually two gods of evil intent in the World: one is the Asura God, who governs pure slaughter, and the other is the Rakshasa God, who controls the power of ultimate evil."
"Slaughter City is the ruin they left behind when they transcended. The two are not symbiotic; rather, they are eternal enemies, restraining each other to prevent the World's order from completely collapsing."
"I thought I had found the pure Legacy of the Asura God. In my ecstasy, I accepted the trials of the Asura God. With my strength at the time, I passed the first few stages easily."
"Becoming a god was the only way for me to fulfill my promise..." At this point, a rare trace of tenderness and nostalgia flashed in Tang Chen's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by pain.
"But in the crucial trials that followed, I gradually lost my way. It wasn't until I woke up just now that I understood. What I accepted back then was by no means a pure Asura God trial. That trial was mixed with the aura of the Rakshasa God. Clearly, the Rakshasa God left it there specifically to obstruct the successors of the Asura God when she transcended this World."
"The Asura God's Divine Thought was constantly eroded and tainted with countless Impurities. It was precisely because of this that I was interfered with by the Rakshasa God's Divine Thought, failed to complete the Asura God's assessment, and fell completely into evil intent, becoming parasitized by the Nine Headed Bloody Crimson Bat King."
"For all these years, my original heart has been fighting against the malice of the Bat King and the Rakshasa God for control of my body. Just now, with the help of Qian Daoliu's Angel God divine force, I fortunately managed to dissolve all the malice left by the Rakshasa God in the Asura God's Divine Thought, thereby passing the Asura God's Eighth Trial and gaining the recognition of the Asura Demon Sword. Unfortunately, it is all too late..."
At this point, there was no joy on Tang Chen's face, only deep regret.
"Child, the Asura God Position is supreme, containing the purest slaughter Law in the World. With my current broken body, its oil exhausted and its Origin heavily damaged, wanting to complete the final Legacy and inherit the God Position... is likely just wishful thinking."
Tang Chen's voice was low and slow, carrying a tone as if he were entrusting his final affairs.
Finally, he gently stroked the cold blade of the Asura Demon Sword, as if saying goodbye to an old friend, and then solemnly handed the hilt to Tang Chuan.
"This sword is the key to the Asura God's Legacy, the key to inheriting the God Position."
"Although I failed to finish the journey, the Eighth Trial is passed, and I have gained most of its recognition, giving me the authority to designate a candidate to undergo the final trial."
"Now you only need to complete that final and most difficult Ninth Trial, and it's possible for you to... directly inherit the Asura God Position! This is a Realm that the ancestors of the Clear Sky Sect never touched, and it is your greatest hope for fighting powerful enemies and restoring the Sect in the future!"
He directly linked the Asura God Position with the revival of the Clear Sky Sect.
This was the weightiest reason Tang Chen could think of.
Similarly, this was the result Tang Chuan had dreamed of, a huge harvest that even exceeded his original plan, but his outward reaction was worthy of an award-winning actor.
Tang Chuan's body suddenly jerked back, as if frightened by this overly heavy gift. His hands waved repeatedly, and his voice was full of terror and unease as he said:
"Great-Grandfather! This... how can this be?!"
"How noble is the Asura God Position! How could I, your great-grandson, have the virtue or ability to covet it? Moreover, this is an Opportunity that you, Great-Grandfather, went through untold hardships and nearly paid with your life to obtain!"
"Your great-grandson... I only wish to follow by your side, learn the Clear Sky Secret Techniques, and wait for the Opportunity to revitalize the Sect. I would never dare to have such improper thoughts! This sword... please take it back quickly!"
He acted with such sincerity, portraying the image of a junior who was suddenly informed of a shocking secret, felt he couldn't bear such a heavy responsibility, and was full of awe and heartache for his elder, to perfection.
Looking at Tang Chuan's refusal, Tang Chen was not displeased; instead, a trace of relief flickered in his cloudy eyes. Not being greedy, knowing awe, and considering the elder's efforts first in the face of great temptation... this Heart-Nature made him even more certain that his choice was correct.
He waved his hand and forcibly pushed the Asura Demon Sword forward again, his tone categorical: "Child, do not refuse! This is not a private gift, but for the future of the Clear Sky Sect and to oppose those enemies! I don't have much time left. The Asura God Position must not be buried with me, and it certainly must not fall into the hands of the wicked! Only by giving it to you can I be at peace!"
"And... I have another matter that I must attend to immediately. I cannot take you with me, nor can I protect this sword anymore."
"What matter?" Tang Chuan knew very well, but he feigned confusion.
"I am going to Sea God Island," Tang Chen said in a deep voice.
"Sea God Island?!" Tang Chuan cried out in surprise. Then, he put on an expression as if he had remembered something, and said in a tone of sudden realization, with a bit of uncertainty:
"That's right, Great-Grandfather! I received some scattered news before that... it seems that rebel Tang San has also been active overseas recently, apparently near Sea God Island!"
"What?!"
As soon as Tang Chuan finished speaking, the fatigue, solemnity, and complexity on Tang Chen's face were instantly replaced by a soaring rage!
That rage even stirred the remaining Soul Power in his body and the Killing Intent that had not yet fully subsided, causing the air around him to distort slightly!
"That little beast... he collaborated with external enemies, destroyed the Sect, and murdered his own kin. After committing such monstrous crimes, he actually dares... he actually dares to go to Sea God Island?!"
Tang Chen laughed out of extreme anger, his eyes flashing with cold light. "Good! Very good! There is a path to heaven but he won't take it; there is no gate to Hell yet he forces his way in! Sea God Island... perfect! I will go there myself to cleanse the house and use that beast's blood to sacrifice to the countless Souls of my Clear Sky Sect!"
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind.
To immediately rush to Sea God Island, find that wretched Tang San, and grind his bones to ashes!
In the face of the obsession to cleanse the house and avenge the Sect, things like his failing health and the god trials were temporarily pushed to the back of his mind!
In his fit of rage, he no longer cared about much else and directly threw the Asura Demon Sword in his hand towards Tang Chuan!
"Child, take it! Complete the assessment and inherit the God Position!"
"Rebuilding Clear Sky and executing the traitor depends on you!"
As his words fell, Tang Chen suddenly soared into the air like a large blood-colored bird, instantly turning into a blood-colored meteor and disappearing from Tang Chuan's sight.
"Great-Grandfather! Great-Grandfather!"
Seeing this, Tang Chuan shouted twice in feigned anxiety and subconsciously reached out to catch the thrown Asura Demon Sword.
As the sword entered his hand, he immediately felt it was incredibly heavy. Within the cold touch was an indescribable, majestic power and Killing Intent. In the next second, the anxiety and worry on Tang Chuan's face quickly faded, replaced by his usual calm, and even a hint of cold amusement.
"The Asura God Position..."
"Tang Chen, oh Tang Chen, you've really... given me a massive welcoming gift."
...Meanwhile, thousands of miles away.
At the edge of Sea God Island's sphere of influence, there was a solitary island called Black Reef Island.
This was not a wealthy place. The island's residents mostly made a living by hunting coastal fish and gathering special seaweed from the reefs. Life was hard, but the local customs were relatively simple.
The island was not large, with only about a hundred households clustered into a small fishing village. Simple wooden houses were scattered along the bay, and the air was perpetually filled with the smell of the sea and the saltiness of drying fish.
However, today, this once peaceful corner of the sea had turned into a living Hell.
The massacre had already been going on for some time.
In the open space in the center of the village and on the gravel path leading to the simple pier, dozens of corpses lay scattered. Their deaths were tragic and gruesome; without exception, they were all shriveled and withered, as if an invisible hand had drained them of all moisture, blood, and even life force.
The culprits responsible for all this were currently standing by the largest pile of bonfire embers at the village entrance.
The fish-roasting rack originally set over the bonfire had long since collapsed, and sparks flickered intermittently in the bloodstains.
They were none other than Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun.
Compared to before, the aura on them was even more sinister. A faint purple-black mist swirled around them, and a purple-black light flickered in their eyes.
Clearly, the continuous devouring during this period had caused their cultivation to skyrocket at a rate that defied common sense, but it also caused their Heart-Nature to sink further under the influence of the Rakshasa God.
Tang San stood at the very front. His originally blue short hair now had a faint, dark luster. Although his face was still handsome, it was shrouded in a layer of lingering gloom and coldness.
Eight Soul Rings rotated slowly beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, black. He was already a level eighty-eight Soul Douluo!
Behind him, golden light and blood-red color intertwined in Dai Mubai's evil eyes. His tiger claws were stained with dark red, and his muscles bulged, radiating a violent bestial aura. Beneath his feet, seven Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—pulsated with light. He had already ascended to become a Soul Saint!
Ma Hongjun hovered about a foot off the ground, his originally fiery red hair having turned dark purple. He also possessed seven Soul Rings and had reached the Soul Saint level!
"Third Brother, there aren't many Materials left on this island. They're all hiding in that cave over there and the woods in the back." Ma Hongjun licked his lips and pointed toward a jagged reef area and a sparse forest behind the village, where suppressed crying and trembling breaths could be heard.
Hearing this, Tang San nodded slightly, the purple-black light in his eyes swirling as he said:
"Clean them up as quickly as possible. Lord Rakshasa God's trials require enough sacrifices. Although these fishermen have low Soul Power, if we add their numbers to the previous places, it should be enough for us to complete this stage of Blood Refining."
"Leave those hiding ones to me! It's a good chance to stretch my muscles!" Just then, Dai Mubai suddenly let out a low growl, the bloodthirsty light in his eyes intensifying.
As he spoke, his figure moved like lightning, turning into a white shadow and pouncing straight toward the reef area.
As his tiger claws swung, the hard reefs were sliced open like tofu. The fishermen hiding behind them let out desperate screams that were quickly cut short, leaving behind only rapidly shriveling corpses.
"Jiejiejie, watch me!"
Seeing this, Ma Hongjun immediately gave a strange laugh and spread his hands. Dark purple Phoenix Evil Fire turned into several fire snakes, winding their way into the sparse forest.
Wherever the flames passed, the trees did not burn immediately but instead withered and carbonized rapidly. The fishermen hiding behind trees or in the grass were entangled by the fire snakes and let out screams of extreme agony. Their Soul Power, life force, and even Souls were forcibly refined and extracted under the burning of the evil fire to feed Ma Hongjun. The whole process was slow and painful, like torture.
Tang San did not act immediately. He closed his eyes and touched his chest, as if feeling something. At this moment, there was a rabbit in his arms; it was only the size of a palm, with drooping ears and a pair of ruby-like eyes that were hollow and lifeless.
"Xiao Wu, don't worry... soon... it will be enough soon..."
"Wait for me... once I've collected enough Souls and gathered all the required Materials... I will have a way to reshape your body and let you... return to my side."
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