Chapter 403: Rakshasa Devours Souls? Life Descends!
"So many Souls... what a waste..."
Tang San's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
The next moment, the Rakshasa mark on his forehead suddenly lit up.
A purplish-black light erupted from his body, like a wicked black sun hanging over Star Luo City. The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe trembled slightly, and countless eerie green flames fell from its blade.
Those flames did not ignite the ground.
Instead, they ignited Souls.
On the battlefield, the remnant Souls of countless recently deceased soldiers were forcibly dragged out of their corpses by the eerie green flames.
They struggled and wailed in pain, wanting to escape, but they simply could not break free from that bizarre pulling force.
On the walls of Star Luo City, everyone's expressions changed.
Ning Fengzhi's pupils contracted violently.
"Tang San, you're crazy! Among these people are Star Luo soldiers and Spirit Empire soldiers. They are already dead, and you still want to desecrate their departed Souls?"
Tang San slowly lowered his head, his eyes freezing cold.
"Desecrate?"
He looked as if he had heard some joke, a mocking sneer curving his lips.
"When the weak die, their Souls are meant to become nourishment for the strong. Sect Master Ning, you have cultivated for so many years, yet you don't even understand this truth?"
"Bullshit!"
Dugu Bo roared angrily, and the illusion of the Jade Phosphor Serpent coalesced once more.
But just as he rushed forward half a step, Tang San merely waved his hand.
The eerie green light on the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe swept across.
"Boom!"
Dugu Bo was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into the city wall. The robes on his chest exploded, and a trickle of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
That was no ordinary injury.
The Rakshasa Divine Power entered his body and was actually devouring his vitality.
"Old Poison!"
Yang Wudi barked angrily, and the Soul Breaking Spear thrust toward Tang San like a shooting star.
But Tang San didn't dodge at all.
When the spear tip reached three feet in front of him, it was abruptly blocked by a layer of purplish-black divine force.
"Yang Wudi, your spear is very sharp."
Tang San spoke indifferently.
"Unfortunately, you cannot pierce a god."
As his voice fell, he flicked his finger.
"Clang!"
The Soul Breaking Spear vibrated violently. The web of Yang Wudi's thumb split open, and he was sent flying backward dozens of feet as if struck by lightning.
Tang San stopped looking at them.
In his eyes, these people were no longer threats.
The only one he truly cared about was Tang Chuan, but Tang Chuan was not in Star Luo City right now.
This was why he dared to come.
"Tang Chuan, don't you like saving people?"
Tang San raised his head to look into the distance, eerie light surging in his eyes.
"Then today, I will devour every single Soul here. I'd like to see if you can still save them!"
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe was raised high.
The purplish-black vortex in the sky spun frantically.
On the battlefield, more and more Souls were drawn upward, converging toward Tang San's palm like pale rivers.
The Golden Crocodile Douluo and the other five watched this scene, their expressions turning extremely ugly.
Although they belonged to the Spirit Empire, the Tang San before them no longer looked like a Soul Master at all.
He seemed more like an Evil God crawled out of Hell.
The Grey Wolf Douluo clutched his severed arm, his voice trembling: "Second Priest, is he... is he really still Tang San?"
The Golden Crocodile Douluo stared intently at the figure in midair and said in a heavy voice: "He has been corrupted by the Rakshasa Divine Power."
"Then what do we do?"
The Golden Crocodile Douluo did not answer.
Because he didn't know either.
They had originally thought Tang San was reinforcement.
But looking at it now, if Tang San truly devoured the Souls of the entire battlefield, even they might not be able to leave alive.
Just as everyone fell into despair, the Sword Douluo Chen Xin struggled to prop himself up.
The Seven Kill Sword in his hand was already covered in cracks, yet he still stood up.
The Bone Douluo also stood in front of Ning Fengzhi, swaying.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes turned slightly red.
"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, you cannot fight anymore."
Chen Xin did not look back, only whispering: "Fengzhi, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can be defeated, but we cannot kneel."
The Bone Douluo grinned, his voice hoarse.
"The old swordsman is right. These old bones of ours must die at the front."
Tang San looked at the two of them, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.
"Ants, you dare to block a god?"
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe slashed down.
This slash was even stronger than before.
An eerie green blade light spanned heaven and earth, as if to cleave the entire Star Luo City in two.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong simultaneously released their last bits of Soul Power.
The Seven Kill Sword light and the Bone Dragon illusion intertwined, forming a silvery-white barrier.
But this time, the barrier lasted for less than a breath.
Crack!
Cracks appeared.
Immediately after, it shattered inch by inch.
Ning Fengzhi's pupils contracted sharply.
"Uncle Jian! Uncle Gu!"
The eerie green blade light fell.
But at this exact instant, a sudden change occurred.
Outside Star Luo City, beneath the blood-stained earth, a faint blue light suddenly lit up.
Immediately after, a second beam.
A third.
A fourth.
Countless blue specks of light shone from beside the corpses, from within the cracks, and from beneath the shattered weapons.
At first, those specks of light were extremely faint, but in the blink of an eye, they connected into a vast expanse like a single spark starting a prairie fire.
The earth shook.
Stalks of Blue Silver Grass drilled out from the bloody mud.
They were slender and delicate, looking as though they would break at a single touch.
But the moment the Rakshasa blade light fell, ten million stalks of Blue Silver Grass swayed simultaneously.
A blue-gold light barrier suddenly rose!
"Boom—!"
The Rakshasa blade light slashed onto the light barrier, erupting in a deafening roar.
The entire Star Luo City trembled.
But the light barrier did not break.
For the first time, Tang San's expression changed.
"Blue Silver Grass?"
He stared fixedly at the wildly growing Blue Silver Grass on the ground, killing intent surging in his eyes.
"Impossible! Tang Chuan is clearly on Sea God Island, how could he possibly interfere in the battlefield here?"
Dugu Bo leaned against the city wall, his mouth full of blood, but he suddenly laughed.
"Hahaha... The Little freak really left a backup plan."
Ning Fengzhi was also stunned.
He lowered his head to look at his feet.
A stalk of Blue Silver Grass was gently Binding the wrists of the Sword Douluo and the Bone Douluo, warm and gentle vitality continuously pouring into their bodies to repair their ruptured Meridians.
The deathly gray color on the Sword Douluo's face actually began to fade away bit by bit.
The Bone Douluo's broken bones also made subtle healing sounds.
This was no ordinary healing; this was the Origin of life.
Tang San's expression grew more and more gloomy.
He suddenly remembered that before Tang Chuan left Star Luo City, he had stayed outside the city for a brief moment.
At that time, he had thought Tang Chuan was merely casually releasing the Blue Silver Domain to soothe the wounded.
Looking at it now, Tang Chuan had long buried a Life Imprint beneath this battlefield.
As long as Star Luo City faced the danger of being destroyed,
these imprints would awaken on their own.
"Tang Chuan..."
Tang San gritted his teeth.
"You really are a lingering ghost!"
He abruptly raised the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, and the eighth Soul Ring around him lit up.
"Eighth Spirit Ability, Rakshasa Soul Devouring Boundary!"
The purplish-black Domain suddenly expanded.
Countless resentful Souls rushed out from the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, frantically pouncing toward the Blue Silver Grass.
Wherever the resentful Souls passed, large patches of Blue Silver Grass withered.
The blue-gold light barrier also began to fluctuate violently.
The hope that had just ignited within the people of Star Luo City tottered once again.
Tang San sneered.
"Just a Life Imprint left behind in advance, and you want to block me?"
He clenched his fingers.
The departed Souls on the battlefield were once again forcibly dragged toward the sky.
But this time, not all of those departed Souls flew toward Tang San.
Because beneath the feet of every departed Soul, a slender stalk of Blue Silver Grass bound them.
The Blue Silver Grass did not devour them.
Instead, it was protecting their last bit of spiritual consciousness.
The remnant Souls of those deceased soldiers lowered their heads blankly to look.
They saw the blue grass leaves swaying in the bloody mud.
They saw the gentle blue-gold glow on the grass leaves.
It was as if someone was telling them, do not fear.
I have come to take you home.
Tang San's face turned completely distorted.
"Tang Chuan! You dare ruin my path to godhood!"
He gripped the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe with both hands, his purplish-black Rakshasa Divine Power erupting without reservation.
The vortex in the sky grew larger and larger, almost covering the entirety of Star Luo City.
"Then I shall slash even your Life Imprint to pieces!"
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe fell once more.
This slash pointed directly at the brightest stalk of Blue Silver Grass in the center of the battlefield.
As long as it was shattered, the entire Life Domain would collapse.
But at the very instant the blade light was about to fall,
that stalk of Blue Silver Grass suddenly bent its leaves slightly.
As if it were smiling.
In the next instant, an indifferent voice resounded between heaven and earth.
"Tang San."
"Who gave you the audacity to touch my people?"
The moment the voice fell, all the Blue Silver Grass on the Star Luo battlefield bowed low simultaneously.
As if welcoming their king.
Tang San abruptly raised his head.
From the direction of the distant Sea of Death, a blue-gold pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds.
Immediately after, the space above Star Luo City began to warp. Countless Blue Silver Grass vines drilled out of the Void Realm, intertwining and Binding together to coalesce into an illusory figure. It was none other than Tang Chuan.
Of course, this was not his true body.
Rather, it was an Incarnation of his will that descended across tens of thousands of miles with the help of the Blue Silver Life Imprint. But even if it was just an Incarnation, it caused the life aura of the entire battlefield to instantly surge.
Tang Chuan lowered his head, glancing at the heavily injured Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, then at the dying Star Luo soldiers. Finally, his gaze landed on Tang San.
"Devouring Souls?"
Tang Chuan's voice was calm.
"You have indeed still come to this step."
Tang San stared fixedly at him, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.
"Tang Chuan! Stop acting so high and mighty here!"
"On what basis?"
"Why does everyone believe in you?"
"Why is it that we both have Blue Silver Grass, yet I can only be trampled under your feet time and time again?"
Tang Chuan said indifferently, "Because you have never truly understood the Blue Silver Grass."
Tang San laughed out of extreme anger.
"That line again!"
"Tang Chuan, do you really think your Blue Silver Grass is the Righteous Path, and my power is the Evil Path?"
"Power has no good or evil, only strength or weakness!"
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe slashed down abruptly.
This time, the blade light slashed directly at Tang Chuan's Incarnation of will.
However, Tang Chuan merely raised his right hand.
In his palm, the illusion of a blood-red Soul Bone slowly emerged.
From above that Soul Bone, the roar of the Evil Spirit Orca King could faintly be heard.
Tang San's pupils contracted suddenly.
"The Evil Spirit Orca King's Soul Bone?"
"No... you killed it?"
Tang Chuan did not answer; he gently clenched his fingers.
Beneath the earth, ten million stalks of Blue Silver Grass simultaneously pierced deep into the battlefield. The bloody aura, resentment, and Death Qi contaminated by the Rakshasa Divine Power were actually stripped away bit by bit by the Blue Silver Grass and then forcibly purified.
Immediately after, Tang Chuan's icy voice resounded throughout heaven and earth.
"Life Domain."
"All Souls Return to the Court."
Blue-gold light swept across the battlefield, and those departed Souls forcibly dragged by Tang San began to break free from the shackles of the Rakshasa Divine Power one by one.
They did not resurrect, but they were finally no longer in pain.
The remnant Souls bowed slightly toward Tang Chuan, then turned into pure specks of light, dispersing between heaven and earth.
Tang San watched helplessly as the Soul power that was about to be in his grasp was purified, his face contorted to the absolute limit.
"No!"
"These are all mine!"
Tang Chuan raised his eyes to look at him.
"They are not yours."
"They are humans."
As his voice fell, the blue-gold light shadow behind Tang Chuan suddenly expanded.
Countless stalks of Blue Silver Grass turned into chains, Binding toward Tang San from all directions.
Tang San brandished the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, frantically slashing them apart.
But if one stalk of Blue Silver Grass was severed, ten more would grow.
If ten were severed, a hundred would grow. They were not sharp, yet they were endless.
Tang San finally felt a trace of suffocation.
This was not a simple suppression of Soul Power.
Rather, it was life's restraint over death.
"Get lost!"
Tang San roared, and the Rakshasa mark on his forehead shone with a great burst of bloody light.
He forcibly shattered the Blue Silver chains around him, his figure retreating violently by hundreds of feet.
He knew that today it was already impossible to continue devouring the Souls of the Star Luo battlefield.
Although Tang Chuan's true body was not here, this Incarnation of will was enough to hold him back.
And once Tang Chuan's true body rushed back...
An unwilling look flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he looked coldly at Tang Chuan.
"Tang Chuan, I'll count this as your win this time."
"But you can stop me once, you cannot stop me a second time. When I truly inherit the Rakshasa God Position, I will personally pluck out your Blue Silver Grass, stalk by stalk!"
Tang Chuan's expression remained unchanged.
"You won't have that opportunity."
Tang San sneered, and the purplish-black vortex behind him suddenly opened.
His figure slowly submerged into it.
Before disappearing, he glanced at the Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others, his voice icy.
"Retreat."
The Golden Crocodile Douluo and the other five felt as if they had been granted a great pardon. Daring not to stay any longer, they immediately retreated into the distance with the remaining Soul Masters of the Spirit Empire.
Outside Star Luo City, it finally quieted down.
Tang Chuan's Incarnation of will hovered in midair, his figure gradually becoming illusory.
Ning Fengzhi propped up his body with effort and cupped his hands to him.
"Little friend Tang Chuan, thank you."
Tang Chuan glanced at him.
"Hold Star Luo City."
"I will return very soon."
Having said that, his gaze turned toward the distance.
There lay the direction of the Sea of Death.
It was also the direction in which Tang San had just fled.
A trace of coldness flashed deep in Tang Chuan's eyes.
"The Rakshasa Legacy..."
"Tang San, the day you achieve godhood will be the moment of your death."
The next moment, the blue-gold Incarnation dispersed.
The Blue Silver Grass throughout the city swayed gently.
And far away in the Sea of Death, Tang Chuan's true body slowly opened his eyes.
At the same time, in Spirit City, the Angel God Temple.
Golden radiance enveloped the entire mountaintop. The statue of the Seraphim hung high at the end of the temple, holding the sacred sword with wings spread, as if looking down upon all living beings.
Outside the temple, wild winds howled.
But inside the temple, it was terrifyingly quiet.
Qian Renxue knelt on one knee on the ground, her long golden hair draped messily over her shoulders, and fresh blood slowly trickled down from the corner of her mouth. The Angelic Sacred Sword in her hand was thrust into the ground, its blade covered in fine cracks, its light flickering. Opposite her, Qian Daoliu was still
standing.
The golden robe on the old man's body was already shattered, and there was a bone-deep sword wound on his chest, blood dripping onto the ground along his lapel.
But his spine remained straight as a ramrod.
The illusion of the Seraphim slowly unfolded behind him, a vast holy pressure permeating the entire hall.
"Xue'er."
Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his voice hoarse yet still majestic.
"If you only have this much power, you won't pass the eighth trial."
Qian Renxue raised her head.
There was no retreat in her eyes, only golden flames burning to the absolute limit.
The Angelic Eighth Trial.
Defeating the High Priest Qian Daoliu was no ordinary trial.
Rather, it was to have her personally defeat her grandfather, who had protected her, taught her, and placed all his hopes on her since she was a child. From the moment she stepped into the Angel God Temple, she knew that this battle was unavoidable.
Qian Daoliu was her family.
He was also the last Mortal shackle on her path to godhood.
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