Outside the City of Slaughter, the dark red sky hung low, as if congealed with dried blood. Golden Crocodile Douluo stood suspended in mid-air, his body radiating brilliant golden light like a deity descended upon the mortal realm, appearing entirely out of place in this land of sin. He gripped a primitive-looking token in his hand; it was neither gold nor wood, carved with complex runes that emitted an upright, peaceful aura capable of repelling all evil—this was the Biyi Token, a divine artifact treasured by the Federation.
"Hmph, you cowardly rats hiding in the shadows, do you think you're safe just by shrinking into this turtle shell?" Golden Crocodile Douluo let out a cold snort and injected his surging soul power into the Biyi Token. The token suddenly flared with light, and a beam of soft yet supremely authoritative radiance shot out like a sharp sword toward the blood-colored barrier shrouding the City of Slaughter!
Hum—!
When the beam of light made contact with the blood barrier, there was no earth-shattering explosion. Instead, it was like boiling water poured onto snow; the surface of the barrier fluctuated violently, emitting a "hissing" sound of erosion, and its light dimmed significantly! The Biyi Token was specifically designed to counter all manner of evil barriers and rule-based shields!
However, just as Golden Crocodile Douluo thought he could easily shatter the barrier, a sudden change occurred! From deep within the City of Slaughter, a cold, vast, and terrifying divine sense—filled with the will of endless slaughter and judgment—suddenly awakened like a beast that had slumbered for eons!
Hum-rumble—!
The entire City of Slaughter shook violently! The blood-colored barrier seemed to have been injected with life; the dark red light flowed frantically, and countless hideous ghosts and twisted phantoms of vengeful spirits emerged on the surface of the barrier, roaring! A power of rules far beyond mortal comprehension was triggered and reinforced! The beam from the Biyi Token was forcibly held back, and its erosion speed plummeted!
"The rules are manifesting autonomously?" Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils contracted, his expression turning grave. This was definitely not the power of the City of Slaughter itself, but a supreme existence triggering the endless slaughter rules accumulated here for defense! It was the Asura God King! He had truly intervened!
"As expected, given the current state of the Federation, how could such a powerful Fallen One appear out of thin air without the intervention of god-level power, and without any intelligence before he struck?" Golden Crocodile Douluo cursed inwardly.
He felt a sense of dread, immediately realizing that the situation had exceeded his ability to handle. Fortunately, before coming, he had used his Soul Guidance Communicator to report the details of the Elephant Armor City tragedy, the fall and strength of Tang San, and his escape into the City of Slaughter. In the report, he specifically pointed out that this matter likely involved god-level power and requested the attention of the god-level experts stationed within the Federation.
"With those lords watching, what does this old man have to fear!" Golden Crocodile Douluo steeled his heart and suppressed his worries. He did not believe that the gods of the Federation would sit idly by while an Evil Soul Master who had wantonly slaughtered thousands of people achieved godhood! He took a deep breath, condensed his lifelong cultivation into his fist, and the phantom of a golden crocodile behind him roared at the sky!
He no longer held back, his surging soul power erupting completely. The massive golden crocodile phantom behind him roared at the heavens, merging with the light of the Biyi Token! "Ninth Soul Skill! Golden Crocodile Devours Heaven!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A golden beam of light, ten times thicker and a hundred times more condensed than before, struck the blood-colored barrier like a spear of the gods! Each strike caused the barrier to twist violently and cracks to spread, yet it repaired itself rapidly under the flow of the rules! The area outside the City of Slaughter trembled, and space itself quaked!
Golden Crocodile Douluo was like a tireless god of war, each strike stronger than the last! He knew this barrier's energy was not infinite; what supported its operation was the foundation accumulated by the City of Slaughter over ten thousand years, as well as the rules invoked by the Asura divine sense. As long as the power was strong enough and the attacks fierce enough, its energy could be exhausted!
One day, two days, three days!
Golden Crocodile Douluo attacked frantically without sleep or rest. The light of the blood-colored barrier became thin at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the phantoms of ghosts and vengeful spirits on it grew increasingly faint, their repair speed far unable to keep up with the destruction. Inside the City of Slaughter, one could vaguely hear the sounds of collapse caused by excessive energy extraction and the terrified screams of the Fallen Ones.
Finally, at dusk on the third day—
Crack... crackle...
Like shattered glass, the blood-colored barrier could no longer hold on. It was covered in spiderweb-like cracks and finally, amidst a wail, it shattered with a bang! It turned into countless blood-colored light spots and dissipated into the air!
The barrier was broken!
However, the moment the barrier shattered, a cold, evil, yet vast and boundless god-level aura erupted from the Hell Road in the deepest part of the City of Slaughter like a geyser! It stirred the wind and clouds, causing the hearts of every expert on the Douluo Continent to palpitate!
A dark purple beam of light connected heaven and earth. Within the beam, a figure could be vaguely seen undergoing some kind of terrifying transformation, with the wails of countless vengeful spirits, the intent of slaughter, and the evil power of Rakshasa intertwining!
"Damn it, still too late!" Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression changed. He could feel that Tang San's ninth Rakshasa Spirit Trial had already begun and was nearing its end! That aura of achieving godhood was condensing!
He moved, intending to rush into the City of Slaughter to interrupt this blasphemous ceremony of godhood!
"Golden Crocodile, stop."
A peaceful yet supremely majestic voice rang out. Space rippled slightly, and five figures appeared silently before Golden Crocodile Douluo. It was Yu Yuanchen, Qian Daoliu, Tang Chen, Ye Zhilan, and Bo Saixi! The five human god-level experts had arrived together!
"Lord Yuanchen! Lord Angel! My lords!" Golden Crocodile Douluo hurriedly bowed, his heart settling slightly.
Yu Yuanchen nodded slightly, his gaze piercing through the void to look at the source of the dark purple beam, as if staring at some invisible existence. He spoke calmly, his voice clearly spreading in all directions and reaching the ears of that divine sense in the void:
"Asura, since you have descended your divine sense, why hide? This child Tang San has slaughtered living beings, practiced evil arts, and fallen into darkness; he has violated the iron laws of our Federation and must be judged. Now that he is at the critical moment of his god trial and protected by the rules of the God Realm, we will not interfere."
His tone shifted, becoming cold and unquestionable: "However, the god trial will eventually end. Once he achieves the Rakshasa God Position, the protection of the rules will naturally be lifted. At that time, this beast's hands will be stained with blood and his sins will be monstrous; our Federation will surely bring him to justice to uphold the law! Do not think that achieving godhood allows one to remain beyond the reach of the law!"
Qian Daoliu chimed in, his voice resonant: "Asura God King, you govern slaughter and also hold the power of judgment; you should know that good and evil have their rewards. With this child's character, how can he bear the god position? Could it be that the God Realm has fallen to such a state that even such evil heretics can become gods?"
Tang Chen snorted coldly: "Asura God King, if you insist on protecting this beast, even if you are a God King, we will not hesitate to fight!"
Although Ye Zhilan and Bo Saixi did not speak, the natural and oceanic divine power flowing around them made their stance clear.
In the void, a cold, indifferent, yet supremely majestic thought slowly swept past. It was the will of the Asura God King. He did not appear directly, but everyone could feel the pressure that transcended all living beings.
Facing the well-reasoned, firm yet flexible questioning of Yu Yuanchen and the others—especially the pointing out of the iron-clad facts that Tang San had "slaughtered living beings" and "fallen into darkness"—even the Asura God King was momentarily speechless.
He had chosen Tang San as a risky move, valuing the special destiny of this person from another world; as for his character... under absolute power and control, it could have been "sculpted" slowly.
But now that the matter was exposed and the other side had caught him in the act, continuing to forcibly protect him would indeed lose the dignity of a God King and lack a firm footing.
Moreover, the Federation did not only have these god-level experts constrained by the rules of the God Realm! Those new gods who had condensed their own Divine Sparks but had not entered the God Realm system because they were not recognized by it were not restricted by the rules of the God Realm! This was the true trump card! (The reason they were restricted by the God Realm rules was because both sides had God King-level experts; otherwise, it wouldn't have mattered.)
After a long silence, the cold thought slowly receded, which was considered an acquiescence to Yu Yuanchen's words. During the god trial, he would keep Tang San safe, but after achieving godhood, whether he lived or died would depend on his own ability.
This was the limit of what the Asura God King could do within the rules. He also wanted to see if this pawn he had chosen could carve out a path of blood from a desperate situation after becoming a god; if it really didn't work, it wouldn't be impossible to intervene then.
Above the void, Yu Yuanchen watched the direction where the Asura divine sense had retreated, a cold light flashing in his eyes as he calculated in his heart.
Although he had planted a hidden hand in Tang San long ago, deep within Tang San's divine soul, this hidden hand was ultimately just a precaution. He had never thought of pinning all his hopes of defeating the Asura God King on this unstable pawn.
Furthermore, the reason Yu Yuanchen insisted on waiting for Tang San to achieve the Rakshasa God Position before attacking, rather than killing him in advance, had deeper considerations.
If he were to eliminate Tang San before he inherited the god position, the Asura God King would only lose an unformed pawn. With his foundation as a God King, he could easily find a backup or spend some power to cultivate a new successor from scratch—after all, before the pawn truly achieved god-level, the Asura God King's investment, while significant, had not reached the point of going all-in, and he had the qualification to start over.
If he killed Tang San today, the Asura God King might push out a Li San or a Zhang San tomorrow; with unknown successors appearing one after another, the Federation could not spend its energy investigating and surrounding them every time. There was no such thing as defending against a thief for a thousand days.
It was better to let Tang San become a god. Once his bond with the Asura God King was completely deepened and it was too late for the Asura God King to withdraw his investment, forcing him to walk down this path to the end, then they would settle the score—this move was not just to execute Tang San, but to force the Asura God King to enter the fray personally, leaving him no room for calm planning!
Inside the City of Slaughter, at the end of the Hell Road, the blood pool had dried up to the bottom.
Tang San floated in mid-air, his body completely enveloped by dark purple Rakshasa divine power. His ninth Rakshasa Spirit Trial was entering its final stage—[Myriad Evils Return to Origin, Rakshasa True Body].
This was not a simple infusion of power, but an ultimate interrogation and distortion of the soul. His consciousness had been pulled into an illusion constructed of endless sin and negative emotions.
He saw the faces of countless clansmen from the Huyan Family and Tuoba Family who had died miserably; they wailed in a sea of blood, cursing him to never be reincarnated. Their resentment, like poisonous needles, pierced his soul.
He saw the resolute and poignant smile Xiao Wu wore when she sacrificed herself, but in the next moment, that smile twisted, transforming into disappointment and hatred for his fall. "Brother, you... ultimately became the person I loathe the most..."
He saw the blurred figure of his mother, Tang Miao, her eyes filled with tears as if questioning him: "San, is this what you wanted? Paving your path with the blood of so many?"
He even saw his "father" Tuoba Xi, who had shown him a sliver of warmth in his childhood, now transformed into a vengeful ghost seeking his life.
The remnant souls of countless Fallen Ones he had devoured were also mixed in, shrieking, trying to drag him into eternal darkness as well.
"No! I did nothing wrong!" Tang San roared within the illusion, his face ferocious. "It is this world that failed me! You were the ones who let me down first! The weak are prey to the strong; winners are kings, losers are bandits! I want power! I want revenge! Those who block me, die!"
The evil thoughts of Rakshasa were like the sweetest poison, nourishing the dark side of his heart, swallowing, transforming, and turning all that guilt, unease, and hesitation into deeper resentment and a desire for slaughter. "Yes! That's it! Hate! Kill! Only absolute power can dominate everything! Goodness? Mercy? Those are the excuses of the weak!"
He actively embraced those negative emotions, turning them into his own strength. His divine soul burned and was reshaped in the flames of sin, becoming colder, harder, and filled with the evil nature of Rakshasa. His understanding of the true meanings of "evil," "slaughter," "betrayal," and "curse" symbolized by the Rakshasa God Position grew increasingly profound, and his compatibility soared crazily!
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
When the illusion reached its peak, all the phantoms of sin flowed like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, pouring into the depths of Tang San's divine soul, the moment they completely fused with him—
Hum!
The dark purple pillar of light contracted, all of it submerging into Tang San's body! He opened his eyes abruptly; they were no longer human pupils, but two balls of burning dark purple evil fire!
A divine might that transcended the mortal realm swept out like a storm! In the sky, faint runes of evil laws manifested, congratulating the birth of a new god!
Rakshasa God, Tang San, achieved!
The god position was a First-level Deity! His divine power was theoretically as vast as the sea, enough for him to unleash power capable of destroying the heavens and extinguishing the earth!
"Haha... Hahaha! I succeeded! I have become a god! I am the Rakshasa God!" Tang San felt the power within him that seemed capable of destroying the world, and he couldn't help but look up and laugh wildly, his voice shaking the wilderness!
Although this power was somewhat difficult to control, and his foundation was unstable, leading to an actual combat capability roughly equivalent to a strong Second-level Deity, a god-level is still a god-level! He felt stronger than ever before! (In this book's setting, under normal circumstances, even a newly ascended First-level Deity can use the god position to exert a portion of a First-level Deity's power.)
"Golden Crocodile Douluo, Yu Tianheng, Yu Tianxin... and the Federation! Just you wait, I..." Tang San was full of himself, already beginning to plan his feast of revenge after becoming a god.
Before his wild words could finish, a calm voice carrying undeniable power rang in his ears and spread throughout the entire City of Slaughter:
"Tang San, your sins are monstrous; today, you shall face judgment."
Before the words faded, a silver figure appeared above the City of Slaughter as if tearing through space, standing far apart from Tang San, who had just become a god and was surging with evil energy.
The newcomer had a tall, straight posture, silver hair, and purple eyes, with a handsome appearance that was almost demonic. There were no intense energy fluctuations around him, yet he seemed to be one with the world, exuding a wonderful, harmonious, and natural aura of all laws returning to one. It was none other than Yu Tianquan!
More than a decade had passed, and the boy from back then had grown into a true young powerhouse. His aura was as deep as the sea; despite only just entering the god level (having condensed his own divine spark, with a cultivation level equivalent to a Divine Official, around level 104), his aura was weaker than Tang San's, who was bolstered by the Rakshasa God Position, yet he felt vaguely more dangerous than Tang San!
"Yu! Tian! Quan!" Seeing the person who arrived, seeing this existence he could only look up to in the past—one a Golden Dragon, one a Silver Dragon, yet worlds apart—and thinking that he had already become a god and surpassed him in strength, the evil fire in Tang San's eyes surged. He grinned hideously: "It's you! Good, good, good! I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to my door! Just in time to test my blade and offer a sacrifice to my god position!"
Without any nonsense, the great battle erupted instantly!
"Rakshasa Domain! Open!" Tang San shouted sharply. The dark purple evil light expanded instantly, covering several miles around! Within the domain, all spirits withered, vengeful souls shrieked, and the power of evil curses permeated everywhere, crazily eroding the minds and soul power of living beings!
"Silver Dragon Myriad Laws Domain, manifest." Yu Tianquan's expression remained unchanged; he simply took a light step. In an instant, with him as the center, frost, thunder, flames, clear winds, plants... the elemental energy of various attributes in heaven and earth seemed to have received a king's summons, gathering joyfully to form a strange, colorful, yet harmoniously coexisting domain!
Silver Dragon Myriad Laws Domain! It was not forced suppression or exclusion, but guidance and governance! The evil corrosive power of the Rakshasa Domain entered the Silver Dragon Myriad Laws Domain and was actually slowly decomposed and assimilated by the flowing elemental energy, its power greatly reduced!
As the domains collided, the difference in skill was immediately apparent! Yu Tianquan's Myriad Laws Domain was clearly superior in terms of "quality" and "dao"!
"Die!" Tang San was both shocked and angry. Holding the complete Rakshasa Demon Scythe, he slashed out! The dark purple scythe light tore through the sky, carrying evil divine power that corroded souls and cursed for eternity, slashing straight at Yu Tianquan! This was god-level power!
Yu Tianquan's gaze was calm. A long spear appeared in his hand, silver throughout with chaotic air currents coiling around the shaft—it was his natal divine artifact, the Myriad Laws Dragon Spear! He did not use any flashy soul skills; he simply thrust the spear out!
As the spear moved, ice and thunder followed, wind and fire assisted! This seemingly simple thrust contained a unique combat skill he had formed after traveling through various realms and comprehending the myriad laws—[Myriad Laws Return to Origin]! One spear thrust, drawing upon the momentum of all laws in heaven and earth, simplifying the complex, and pointing directly to the source!
Boom!
Spear and scythe collided! There was no energy explosion as imagined; that terrifying Rakshasa Divine Power was actually dissipated and decomposed layer by layer by the chaotic air currents and the momentum of the myriad laws flowing on the Myriad Laws Dragon Spear! Yu Tianquan's figure swayed slightly, then stabilized. Tang San, however, was shaken by that spear containing the momentum of heaven and earth, his qi and blood churning as he retreated half a step!
"How is this possible?!" Tang San couldn't believe it. He was a god! A First-level Deity! Even if he could only exert the combat power of a Second-level Deity, he should have crushed a kid who had just become a god!
"Die!" He roared, holding the complete Rakshasa Demon Scythe, his figure turning into a dark purple stream of light, instantly rushing in front of Yu Tianquan. The scythe blade slashed down fiercely with a whistling sound that tore through space!
Where the blade passed, dark purple scythe light soared into the sky, containing Rakshasa Divine Power that corroded souls and cursed for eternity; wherever it went, space was torn into black cracks.
"Your god position was given by others. My dao is one I walked myself." Yu Tianquan spoke calmly. His figure flickered, and he had already appeared beside Tang San like a ghost. The Myriad Laws Dragon Spear parried, swept, poked, or smashed; every strike was natural, invoking different laws of heaven and earth—sometimes freezing ten thousand miles, sometimes thunderous, sometimes like a spring breeze bringing rain... The offensive was like mercury pouring onto the ground, penetrating every gap!
More than a decade ago, after the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament concluded, he and Qian Renxue embarked on a journey, their footprints covering the entire Douluo Continent.
In the Demon Plane, he dealt with the demon races that had migrated from the Saint Demon Continent—the violent power of the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon, the strange illusions of the Moon Demon Race, and the starlight power of the Star Demon Race all broadened his horizons. He did not reject the power of the demon race; instead, he studied it humbly, taking its essence to make up for his own shortcomings.
On the Saint Demon Continent, where countless cultivation systems like magic, battle qi, immortality cultivation, and body refining coexisted, he challenged powerhouses from all sides, sparring and exchanging ideas with practitioners of different systems, witnessing the wonders of the myriad laws. He even accidentally obtained part of the inheritance of the Necromancy Saint, the Undead Natural Disaster Electrolux, in an ancient ruin. Although he did not specialize in necromancy, the soul cultivation methods and energy application principles in the inheritance benefited him greatly, making his divine spark increasingly stable and his control over power increasingly exquisite.
Through more than a decade of travel and tempering, he fused the Douluo soul master system, demon race power, the essence of the myriad laws of the Saint Demon Continent, and the inheritance of Electrolux, walking his own path of the myriad laws. He condensed his divine spark and achieved the "God of Myriad Laws"—his foundation was a hundred times more solid than anyone who became a god through inheritance; his control over power had long since reached a state of perfection!
Tang San was shocked and angry, driving his Rakshasa Divine Power to the limit. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe danced into a dark purple storm of death, and he crazily unleashed various powerful divine skills—"Death Blight!" "Ten Thousand Souls Devour Heart!" "Rakshasa Curse!"
However, Yu Tianquan's combat method was too peculiar. He seemed to be able to predict every one of Tang San's attacks, and the Myriad Laws Dragon Spear could always strike the weak points of Tang San's divine power circulation at the most appropriate time and in the most ingenious way!
What was even more terrifying was that Yu Tianquan's power seemed endless, growing stronger the more he fought! Tang San, meanwhile, gradually felt overwhelmed. Forcibly driving divine power beyond his own limits placed a huge burden on him! The evil thoughts within the Rakshasa Divine Power were still constantly eroding his mind, making him increasingly restless, irritable, and prone to flaws!
As one grew and the other waned, the battle began to tilt!
Boom! Yu Tianquan broke through Tang San's defense with one spear thrust, the tip of the spear hitting his chest. Although blocked by his divine armor, the contained vibration force caused Tang San's internal organs to shift, and he spat out a mouthful of dark purple divine blood!
"Ah!!" Tang San went completely insane, burning a portion of his divine origin. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe erupted with unprecedented evil light: "Rakshasa World Destroying Slash!"
A massive dark purple scythe blade that spanned the heavens and earth, carrying the will to destroy everything, slashed toward Yu Tianquan!
"Myriad Laws Empty, One Thought Pierces the Heavens." Yu Tianquan's expression was solemn. He held the Myriad Laws Dragon Spear above his head, and the Myriad Laws Domain around him contracted. All elemental energy poured into the tip of the spear, turning into a single point of ultimate Light of Chaos! He thrust the spear out; it was silent, yet it seemed to have opened up heaven and earth!
The Light of Chaos collided with the World-Destroying Scythe Blade! There was no sound, only the ultimate annihilation of light and darkness! The next moment, the World-Destroying Scythe Blade shattered inch by inch like fragile glass! The Light of Chaos continued unabated, instantly piercing through the protective divine light around Tang San and striking precisely at his heart!
Puchi!
The Rakshasa God Armor on Tang San's body was pierced through as if it were made of paper! The tip of the Myriad Laws Dragon Spear, containing the power of chaotic destruction, exploded a massive hole in his chest! His heart was instantly reduced to powder!
"Im... pos... sible..." The evil fire in Tang San's eyes dimmed instantly, filled with disbelief and endless resentment. He could feel his Life Force slipping away rapidly! The God Position he had just attained also began to destabilize!
Yu Tianquan pulled out his spear and watched Tang San slowly falling from the sky, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow: "Your path was wrong from the very beginning."
However, at the very moment when Tang San's Divine Soul was about to dissipate and his Rakshasa God Position was about to collapse along with it—
"Enough."
A cold, indifferent voice, yet one containing an irresistible will, resounded between heaven and earth. Time seemed to freeze at this very moment.
A blood-red figure appeared silently along the trajectory of Tang San's fall. His face could not be seen, but one could only feel that supreme Divine Might, which transcended all things and held dominion over slaughter and judgment!
The Asura God King had finally... personally entered the fray!
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