"Uh... I should still have time to turn back. The Angel God is benevolent and just—they wouldn't harm a child." Tang San took half a step back, his movement completely sincere.
"Wait, even if this was once an angel's dwelling, that was ages ago. Whether it's the Rakshasa, Asura, or Angel God, they've all disappeared who-knows-where by now. Why should I be scared then!" Tang San's eyes darted around. If he didn't use his Rakshasa Martial Soul or Rakshasa God Eyes, he'd just be an ordinary Soul Master. There shouldn't be any issues.
At this moment, Tang San grew bold. Having finally arrived at the Land of Miracles, what kind of cultivation would this be if he chickened out now!
Steeling himself, Tang San moved past the angel statue, creeping along the walls with cat-like steps while glancing around like a thief. Standing at the edge, his entire body was enveloped in the radiance of the palace towers.
Though called Angel City, this place wasn't as vast as an actual city. It more closely resembled a palace complex—several buildings grouped together like the Forbidden City.
"This looks a bit like an imperial palace. There must have been many people living here before, with the angel being revered like an emperor by the masses."
Tang San explored several side halls where everything had long turned to ruins. Some areas had even collapsed, yet traces of habitation were evident—signs that many people once lived here.
"Could it be that the so-called gods of old were actually like emperors of modern empires? Creating their own domains and receiving worship from the people?"
After visiting multiple side halls, Tang San found no fortuitous encounters like those in Soul Master biographies, nor any medicinal gardens or treasuries. He only occasionally discovered a couple of worn-out Soul Guidance Devices and some metal scraps, all of which he naturally pocketed.
"Why is there no opportunity here? Did the Angel God take everything when they left? How stingy—couldn't they have left something behind?" Tang San grumbled internally before turning his gaze toward the central area.
At the very center, golden light shimmered amidst swirling white mist—clearly the former dwelling place of the Angel God.
If Slaughter City existed in the underground world, then this was the celestial realm.
When Tang San entered the grandest palace, the sight that greeted him defied all expectations. A primordial aura instantly washed over him, making him feel as if he'd been transported back to ancient times.
"This sensation... it's very similar to the dream from the Lotus Soul Guidance Device. This is from an extremely ancient era!"
The feeling was identical to when Tang San had accidentally activated the Soul Guidance Device and witnessed that segment of Tang Sect history. This primordial aura completely overwhelmed him.
Snapping back to reality, Tang San noticed this palace differed from the side halls. Looking up, he saw no dome—only the vast sky serving as its ceiling.
Gazing upward, his vision stretched into the immeasurably distant starry expanse, making him feel incredibly insignificant—like a mere speck of dust in the cosmos. It was as if this place existed at the closest point to the divine realm.
"These paintings..."
Tang San lowered his head to survey his surroundings. The palace contained no statues or thrones, only murals that filled the space with an artistic atmosphere.
Immediately, Tang San found himself captivated by these murals. He examined each one carefully, engrossed in their details. The murals depicted numerous birds and beasts—Spirit Beasts—most of which he had never seen before. The few he recognized were from the illusionary realm where the Rakshasa God and Asura God had once clashed.
"These Spirit Beasts couldn't have been imagined out of thin air. They must have truly existed—and likely were incredibly powerful!" Tang San was absolutely certain. These weren't mere artworks; they were records of reality. Each mural corresponded to an ancient event.
However, due to the immense passage of time, no one knew what these paintings truly represented. In Tang San's era, even things like Soul Guidance Devices had been lost to history, let alone these murals.
In truth, these murals indeed chronicled many forgotten histories—from an age when gods still walked the earth, so ancient it was nearly unimaginable.
Tang San's eyes narrowed slightly as he spotted one particular mural. It depicted a middle-aged man, half-submerged in the sea, gripping a trident. Behind him loomed the shadow of a Martial Soul—a humanoid figure with a fish's tail—letting out a piercing roar toward the ocean.
"A human body with a fish tail? How similar is this to Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi's Martial Soul? And this man holding the trident… could he be the Sea God?"
Tang Hao's grandfather, Tang Chen, had once fought Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi in person. Tang Hao had heard from Tang Chen that Bo Saixi's Sea God Spirit took the form of a mermaid warrior wielding a trident—an immensely powerful Martial Soul. Tang San speculated that this so-called Sea God Spirit might very well be a God-level Martial Soul.
As Tang San walked deeper into the palace, he committed each mural to memory. He had a premonition that this history might one day provide him with unimaginable assistance.
When he reached the final mural, his pupils constricted in shock. "This… this is the battle between the Rakshasa God and the Asura God!"
He had seen this scene before!
"Is the Angel God acting as an observer, a chronicler? Or is this simply the Angel God's personal preference?"
Tang San glanced to the side. He had reached the end—no more murals, just a blank white wall with no further passage.
"Wait… there's a path." Tang San reached out and touched the wall. Sure enough, the white surface was merely a disguise—there was a hidden passage behind it!
Stepping through, the scenery before him abruptly changed. By the time his vision cleared, it was already too late.
Beyond the wall was a bedchamber.
The entire room was bathed in light, devoid of even the slightest shadow. At its center stood a large bed covered in feathers, as if spread with the wings of an angel. Beneath this celestial plumage lay a delicate figure, her jade-like body sprawled across the sheets.
Her snow-white skin rivaled the purity of the feathers, making it impossible to discern which was fairer. Whether it was her slender willow-like waist, the ample curves of her bosom, or the faintly visible silhouette of her hips beneath the feathers—every inch was flawless.
Her delicate shoulders and smooth, rounded legs only accentuated her otherworldly beauty.
"Angel."
The moment the word left Tang San's lips, he knew he was in trouble. Sure enough, as his voice faded, the woman beneath the feathers stirred. Her long lashes fluttered, and her enchanting eyes opened—locking directly with Tang San's.
Those eyes were like dazzling stars, revealing intelligence and a hint of drowsy confusion. Her noble and sacred aura was tinged with feminine charm, and her beautiful hair framed a face of near-perfect beauty.
When she suddenly noticed someone appearing in this place, the woman was stunned at first, then a mix of bashfulness and anger flashed across her face. In the next second, a terrifying killing intent erupted as a massive black spider Martial Soul surged forth, intent on tearing apart the little rogue Tang San!
The moment Tang San saw the woman wake up, he knew things had gone horribly wrong. He turned and fled, cursing inwardly, "Who the hell sleeps without clothes?! What a pervert!"
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