"Where is this? Didn't I die?" Tang San muttered to himself in confusion.
"My face seems to have become better looking."
He sized up his body and found that there wasn't even a single scratch left on him. Even his soul tool was still on his waist.
Immediately, Tang San pinched his thigh hard with his hand.
"Hiss!"
Tang San grimaced in pain instantly, but his face was filled with a smile.
Although he didn't know why he didn't die, the feeling of being alive was nice after all.
Immediately, he looked up and looked around.
The pitch-black city gave people an extremely oppressive feeling. Suddenly, he saw the four big characters 'Capital of Slaughter' hanging high on the city gate in the distance.
"Capital of Slaughter?" A trace of doubt flashed in Tang San's eyes.
Just then, a figure suddenly stood up by the roadside. He had been hiding in a dark corner before, so Tang San hadn't noticed him.
"Yo, actually discovered. Kid, you look delicate and tender; wonder what you taste like?" the man said, licking his lips.
Glancing at this person, Tang San couldn't help frowning.
This person was emaciated; no, he should be described as skin and bones, looking like a skeleton.
Walking on the road, the people on both sides gradually increased.
Just then, a heavy shout entered Tang San's ears.
Tang San frowned and walked in the direction of the sound.
In a dark corner, several extremely burly men were...
In an instant, Tang San's pupils shrank suddenly, his heart beating violently.
Under the intentional or unintentional teachings of Ma Hongjun and others, Tang San knew a thing or two about matters between men and women, but he never expected...
Between men and men...
"Ugh~"
Although there was no food in his stomach, Tang San almost vomited.
At this moment, several burly men also noticed Tang San.
"Eh, what a tender pretty boy. Brothers, take him down!" the leading burly man said.
Where had Tang San seen such a battle array before? He subconsciously raised his right hand. The next moment, he panicked a bit.
Tang San was surprised to find that his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul could not be sensed at all.
"Almost forgot, my Martial Soul was already devoured by that soul beast."
Almost at the same time, a black Zhuge Divine Crossbow appeared in his hand.
"Go to hell!"
Tang San's eyes sharpened, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The next moment, sharp arrows ruthlessly pierced through the bodies of several men.
"Are you okay?" Tang San walked up to the bullied man and asked with concern.
"I'm fine, thank you." The man raised his head, his face bloodless.
Looking at the somewhat handsome Tang San, the man subconsciously swallowed his saliva, feeling his breathing become a bit heavy.
Divine Realm.
The Asura God watched this scene and nodded with satisfaction. Immediately, the light screen before his eyes slowly dissipated, turning into nothingness.
Just then, a man dressed in purple strode into the palace.
"Asura, I sensed energy fluctuations from the Divine Realm's center. Are you interfering with the lower realm again?" the purple-clothed man said coldly.
Hearing this, the Asura God instantly became unhappy, shouting, "Destruction, how can you tarnish my innocence out of thin air! I, Asura, the Enforcer of the Divine Realm, have always enforced the law impartially and uprightly."
His rogue-like appearance, if seen by others, would make it hard to believe he was actually a God King.
Destruction snorted coldly. "Hmph, back then, your second inheritor fought against three Titled Douluo alone and retreated completely unscathed. Dare you say you didn't do anything?"
Hearing this, the Asura God was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect such a secret matter to be discovered.
"That was because his cultivation was profound, and his combat power was superb!" Asura God said with his head held high.
A teasing smile curled the corner of Destruction's mouth. "And your first inheritor, possessed by the Dark Golden Nine-Headed Bat King for decades, yet his soul still hasn't been devoured. What do you say to that?"
"That was because his will was firm!" Asura God glared and said.
Immediately, his face darkened, and he said, "I don't care. Anyway, I'm not staying in this broken place anymore."
"Two million years, I've stayed for a whole two million years!"
"Can't escape, can't die! And after cultivating for two million years, my realm can no longer break through!"
"This isn't the Divine Realm; this is a prison!"
Destruction looked at the agitated Asura God and sighed heavily.
How was he any different? Furthermore, he had stayed in the Divine Realm even longer, for a full four million years.
However, before he became a god, he had some connections in the Divine Realm and knew some inside information.
So, he became a god with his wife.
Looking at this 'young' and 'vigorous' lad in front of him, Destruction really didn't know how he had endured all these years.
In ancient times, a great war broke out between the Douluo Universe and the extraterrestrial demons.
Those invaders from the 'Underworld' broke into this land, burning, killing, and looting, committing all kinds of evil. Even after death, souls would be extracted by them.
The ancient gods, led by the Dragon Clan, finally expelled all the invaders after overcoming myriad difficulties.
However, the gods of the Douluo Universe also suffered heavy casualties, with almost one in ten thousand surviving.
To avoid being invaded again, under the leadership of the Dragon God, a large group of powerful beings sacrificed their cultivation to seal the entire universe.
Since then, they left a perfect cultivation world for future generations.
The so-called Divine Realm was actually the center controlling this seal.
The most important part was the Divine Positions.
Gods could be killed, but Divine Positions would not shatter.
Inheritors of Divine Positions, although their own realms could no longer progress, possessed eternal life. And as long as a wisp of divine sense was preserved, they could be resurrected again through the Divine Position.
However, after inheriting a Divine Position, one needed to fulfill corresponding obligations.
To prevent future generations from slacking off and causing the Underworld to invade again, the Dragon God placed many restrictions on the Divine Positions.
First, gods who inherited Divine Positions could not descend to the lower realm privately to throw their weight around.
If they ran to the continent privately, under the seal of the barrier, even a God King could only exert the strength of a demigod.
Second, only by finding an inheritor could a god break free from the shackles of the Divine Position.
Even a God King was no exception.
Of course, those 'wild gods' who broke through on their own without inheriting a Divine Position naturally didn't have these restrictions. They 'had no official establishment', but relatively speaking, they were also freer.
There was another situation: if one's realm was profound enough, one could also briefly break free from the shackles of the Divine Position.
The two God Kings, Kindness and Evil, often went down to the lower realm to experience life, and it wouldn't delay the operation of the Divine Realm.
"I don't care. Even if I starve to death or jump down from the Divine Realm, I won't be this Asura God anymore," Asura said in a deep voice, his face flushing red.
Destruction watched his performance quietly, expressionless.
This Asura God, I don't know from which plane he learned this, but his lines for shirking responsibility are different every time.
However, he didn't say anything more.
As the saying goes, 'Don't persuade others to be kind without suffering what they have suffered.' Destruction wasn't willing to casually provoke a two-million-year-old virgin.
As long as Asura could find an inheritor, just let him be.
At this moment, Destruction glanced at the barrier. "Eh, Asura, your inheritor seems to be plotted against again."
The Asura God pushed aside the clouds and saw Tang San being carried by a man into a dark room.