socalfunplaces Chapter 382 The Asura Demon Sword! Resurrecting Xiao Wu?
Chapter 382 The Asura Demon Sword! Resurrecting Xiao Wu?
Tang Chen gasped for breath, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth. The chaos in his eyes, driven by some extreme emotion, began to be replaced by a cold and obsessive flame of revenge.
"Great-grandfather, 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 the Spirit Hall."
Upon hearing this, Tang Chen stared blankly at Tang Chuan, speechless for a long time.
"My child, as for rebuilding the sect, I'm afraid my great-grandfather... is willing but unable to do so."
After a moment, the light in Tang Chen's eyes gradually dimmed. He sighed, shook his head, closed his eyes in pain, and said...
"What? Great-grandfather, you..."
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan's face showed a perfectly timed expression of shock and confusion.
"My body now... is riddled with holes and has exhausted all its energy."
"For decades, my body and soul have been constantly eroded and parasitized by a nine-headed bat king, an evil creature from the depths of the City of Slaughter. It is not an ordinary soul beast, but an existence that has gathered endless evil thoughts. It devoured my power, corrupted my mind, and dragged me into the abyss of slaughter, turning me into the Slaughter King you know."
"Although I temporarily dispelled some of my evil thoughts and regained a sliver of clarity with the help of that old guy Qian Daoliu's angelic power, but..." Tang Chen gave a bitter smile and continued.
"The Bat King's influence has penetrated too deeply. My very essence has already been severely damaged, and with the backlash from forcibly detonating my power to escape just now... I'm afraid this body won't last much longer."
He paused here, but a near-obsessive flame ignited in his eyes.
"However, in this final period, there is one more thing I need to do... something even more important than rebuilding the sect, and something that must be accomplished!"
"Something more important?" Tang Chuan actually knew everything in his heart, but still asked with doubt.
Tang Chen took a deep breath, as if gathering his last bit of strength to tell this earth-shattering secret, and said solemnly, "I am inheriting a divine position. Back then, because of an important promise, I devoted all my energy to the path of breaking through to godhood."
"However, it is extremely difficult to achieve physical godhood through self-cultivation and the accumulation of faith over thousands of years. Time is far too long and fleeting for mortals. Therefore, I chose another path: to find and inherit the existing divine position."
"The god I chose, or perhaps the god who chose me, is known to the world as the God of Slaughter, but his true name is the God of Asura!"
"There were gods in the world, but only the true supreme god can leave behind his divine aura when he transcends this world, in order to find a suitable successor. Finding these ethereal divine auras is as difficult as ascending to heaven, until... I entered the City of Slaughter."
"There, I finally felt the presence of the gods. However, I didn't know at the time that there were actually two gods of evil in the world: one was the Asura God who was in charge of pure killing, and the other was the Rakshasa God who controlled the power of ultimate evil."
"The City of Slaughter is the legacy they left behind when they transcended. The two are not symbiotic, but rather eternal enemies, restraining each other to prevent the complete collapse of world order."
"I thought I had found the pure inheritance of the Asura God. Overjoyed, I accepted the Asura God's test. With my strength at the time, I easily passed the first few trials."
"Becoming a god is the only way for me to fulfill my promise..." As he said this, a rare tenderness and nostalgia flashed in Tang Chen's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by pain.
"However, in the crucial test that followed, I gradually lost my way. It wasn't until I came to my senses just now that I realized that what I had undergone was not a pure test of the Asura God. The test was mixed with the aura of the Rakshasa God. It was clear that the Rakshasa God had deliberately left this test behind to hinder the successor of the Asura God when he transcended this world."
"The Asura God's divine will 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 will, failed to complete the Asura God's test, and was completely trapped in evil thoughts, becoming parasitized by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King."
"For so many years, my true self has been fighting against the evil thoughts of the Bat King and the Rakshasa God, vying for control of my body. Just now, with the help of the Thousand Flows Angelic Power, I was fortunate enough to dispel all the evil thoughts that the Rakshasa God left in the Asura God's divine will, thus passing the Asura God's eighth test and gaining the Asura Demon Sword's approval. Unfortunately, it's all too late..."
At this point, Tang Chen's face showed no joy, only deep regret.
"Child, the Asura Godhood is supreme, containing the purest laws of slaughter in the world. With my current broken body, exhausted and with my essence greatly damaged, wanting to complete the final inheritance and inherit the godhood... is probably just wishful thinking."
Tang Chen's voice was low and slow, carrying a sense of entrusting his orphan to someone.
In closing, he gently stroked the cold blade of the Asura Demon Sword, as if bidding farewell 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 divine position."
"Although I did not complete the entire process, I have passed the eighth test and have gained most of its approval, thus qualifying me as a designated candidate to undergo the final test."
"Now you only need to complete the final and most difficult ninth test, and you may... directly inherit the Asura Godhood! This is a realm that none of the ancestors of the Haotian Sect have ever reached, and it is your greatest hope for fighting powerful enemies and restoring the sect!"
This directly links the Asura Godhood to the revival of the Haotian Sect.
This is the most compelling reason Tang Chen could think of.
Similarly, this was the result Tang Chuan had been dreaming of, even a huge gain beyond his original plan, but his outward reaction was worthy of an Oscar.
Tang Chuan suddenly leaned back, as if startled by this overwhelming gift. His hands waved frantically, and his voice was filled with fear and unease as he said:
"Great-grandfather! This...how can this be?!"
"The position of the Asura God is so noble! What virtue or ability does my great-grandson possess to dare covet it? Moreover, this is an opportunity that you, my great-grandfather, obtained after going through countless hardships and almost paying with your life!"
"Great-grandson... Great-grandson only wishes to follow his great-grandfather, learn the supreme techniques of Haotian, and seize the opportunity to revitalize the sect. He would never dare to have such unrealistic thoughts! This sword... please put it back!"
His performance was so sincere and moving that he perfectly captured the image of a junior who suddenly learns a shocking secret, feels overwhelmed by the heavy responsibility, and is filled with awe and heartache for his elders.
Tang Chen, far from being displeased by Tang Chuan's refusal, felt a flicker of relief in his cloudy eyes. His lack of greed, his sense of reverence, and his prioritization of his elders' sacrifices in the face of immense temptation… this character only strengthened Tang Chen's belief that his choice was right.
He waved his hand, forcefully pushing the Asura Demon Sword forward a little further, and said in a resolute tone, "Child, there's no need to refuse! This is not a private transaction, but for the future of the Haotian Sect, for the fight against those enemies! My days are numbered, and the Asura Godhood cannot be buried with me, much less fall into the hands of evil! Only by entrusting it to you can I feel at ease!"
"Moreover... Great-grandfather, I have another matter that I must attend to immediately. I cannot take you with me, nor can I protect this sword any longer."
"What is it?" Tang Chuan knew perfectly well what was going on, but pretended to be puzzled.
"I'm going to Poseidon Island," Tang Chen said in a deep voice.
"Poseidon Island?!" Tang Chuan exclaimed in surprise. Then, he pretended to remember something and said in a tone of sudden recollection, with a hint of uncertainty:
"By the way, great-grandfather! I received some scattered information before, it seems... it seems that traitor Tang San has been active overseas recently, seemingly near Seagod Island!"
"What?!"
As soon as Tang Chuan finished speaking, all the emotions on Tang Chen's face—weariness, solemnity, and complexity—were instantly replaced by a surge of anger!
The anger even stirred up the remaining soul power in his body and the killing aura that had not yet completely subsided, causing the air around him to distort slightly!
"That little beast colluded with foreign enemies, destroyed his sect, murdered his own family, and committed such heinous crimes, yet he still dares... dares to go to Seagod Island?!"
Tang Chen laughed in fury, his eyes flashing with cold light, and said, "Good! Very good! He has a path to heaven but chooses not to, and he comes to hell when there's no way out! Seagod Island... perfect! I'm going there to personally clean house and use that beast's blood to appease the countless wronged souls of my Haotian Sect!"
At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.
Head to Poseidon Island immediately, find that bastard Tang San, and grind him to dust!
Tang Chen temporarily forgot about his critical physical condition and the divine examination inheritance in the face of his obsession with cleaning up the sect and avenging his sect!
Consumed by rage, he disregarded everything else and hurled the Asura Demon Sword in his hand toward Tang Chuan!
"Child, continue! Complete the test and inherit the divine position!"
"The fate of Haotian restoring order and punishing the traitors rests on your shoulders!"
As the words fell, Tang Chen suddenly leaped into the air, rising into the sky like a blood-red bird, instantly transforming into a blood-red meteor and disappearing from Tang Chuan's sight.
"Great-grandfather! Great-grandfather!"
Seeing this, Tang Chuan pretended to be anxious and shouted twice, then subconsciously reached out and caught the Shura Demon Sword that had been thrown at him.
As soon as he held the sword, he felt its immense weight. The cold touch contained an indescribable, overwhelming power and killing intent. The next second, the anxiety and worry on Tang Chuan's face quickly faded, and he regained his usual calm, even with a hint of cold amusement.
"The Asura Godhood..."
"Tang Chen, you really are...giving me an enormous gift."
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Meanwhile, thousands of miles away.
On the edge of Poseidon Island's sphere of influence lies an isolated island called Black Reef Island.
This is not a wealthy place. Most of the island's residents make a living by hunting fish in the near sea and collecting special seaweed among the reefs. Life is hard, but the people are relatively simple and honest.
The island is small, with only about a hundred households, forming a small fishing village. Simple wooden houses are scattered along the bay, and the air is filled with the smell of the sea and the salty smell of dried fish all year round.
Today, however, this once tranquil coastal area has been transformed into a living hell.
The massacre has been going on for some time.
In the open space in the center of the fishing village, and on the gravel path leading to the makeshift dock, dozens of corpses lay scattered about. Their deaths were gruesome and horrific. Without exception, they were all shriveled and withered, as if an invisible hand had drained all their moisture, blood, and even life force.
The culprit who caused all this was standing right next to the largest pile of embers from the bonfire at the village entrance.
The fish grill that had been set up over the campfire had long since collapsed, and embers flickered uncertainly amidst the bloodstains.
It was Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun.
Compared to before, their aura was even more sinister, with a faint purplish-black mist swirling around them, and their eyes flashing with purplish-black light.
Clearly, the continuous devouring during this period caused their cultivation to surge at an illogical rate, but it also made their minds increasingly succumb to the influence of the Rakshasa God.
Tang San stood at the very front. His originally short blue hair now had a faint, dark sheen. Although his face was still handsome, it was shrouded in an inescapable gloom and coldness.
The eight spirit rings beneath his feet slowly rotated, yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, black, clearly indicating that he was already an 88th-level Soul Douluo!
Behind him, Dai Mubai's evil eyes were filled with a mixture of gold and blood, his tiger claws were covered in dark red, his muscles were bulging, exuding a violent beastly aura, and the seven soul rings under his feet, two yellow, two purple and three black, were constantly emitting light, indicating that he had already advanced to the Soul Saint!
Ma Hongjun hovered about a foot off the ground, his originally fiery red hair 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 hidden in the cave over there and in the woods behind it." Ma Hongjun licked his lips and pointed to a rugged reef area and sparse woods behind the fishing village, where suppressed sobbing and trembling breathing could be faintly heard.
Upon hearing this, Tang San nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with a purplish-black light, and said:
"Clean it up as quickly as possible. Lord Rakshasa's test requires enough offerings. Although the fishermen here have low soul power, their numbers, combined with those from the previous places, should be enough for us to complete this stage of blood refining."
"Leave those who are hiding to me! It'll be a good opportunity to stretch my muscles!" Just then, Dai Mubai suddenly roared, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.
As he spoke, he moved with lightning speed, transforming into a white shadow and rushing straight towards the rocky area.
With a swing of its claws, the hard reef was sliced open like tofu, and the fishermen hiding behind it let out desperate screams, which were quickly cut off, leaving only rapidly desiccated corpses.
"Hehehe, watch this!"
Upon seeing this, Ma Hongjun immediately let out a strange laugh, spread his arms, and the dark purple phoenix evil fire transformed into several fire snakes, which snaked into the sparse forest.
Wherever the flames passed, the trees did not immediately burn, but quickly withered and charred. Fishermen hiding behind trees or in the grass were entangled by the fire snakes, letting out extremely mournful howls. Their soul power, life force, and even their souls were forcibly refined and extracted under the scorching of the evil fire, and fed back to Ma Hongjun. The whole process was slow and painful, like torture.
Tang San didn't act immediately. He closed his eyes, touched his chest, and seemed to be sensing something. At that moment, there was a rabbit in his arms. It was only the size of a palm, with drooping ears and empty, lifeless ruby-like eyes.
"Xiao Wu, don't worry...it'll be over soon...it'll be enough soon..."
"Wait...wait until I've collected enough souls and gathered all the necessary materials...I'll have a way to rebuild your body and bring you...back to my side." (End of Chapter)