Chapter 362: The Legacy of the Rakshasa God
Meanwhile, on the ocean thousands of miles away.
The ship slowly approached on the dead-silent sea, finally dropping anchor dozens of meters away from the bone-white beach. Immediately after, Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Tai Long carefully boarded the island shrouded in gray haze.
Their feet stepping on the beach didn't make a rustling sound.
Instead, it was the teeth-aching, crunching sound of bones being crushed.
Looking down, the so-called sand was mixed with a large amount of tiny bone fragments and broken bone pieces. Larger, half-buried skeletons were visible everywhere. There were human skulls and ribs, but more were the skeletons of various bizarre, gargantuan sea beasts.
Some were even tens of meters long, half-buried among the black reefs, like a graveyard for giant beasts.
The air was filled with a strange scent mixed with the smell of the sea, decay, and a faint hint of sulfur.
The island's vegetation was sparse, and the few trees were twisted and withered, their bark pitch black, as if burned by a great fire, or perhaps born that way.
The entire island was shrouded in an atmosphere of deathly silence, eeriness, and ominousness.
Seeing this, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but shiver, shrinking his neck as he whispered to Tang San:
"Little San… This place is too evil! There are bones everywhere, even the trees look like ghost claws… How about we just leave?"
"I keep feeling creeped out. Sea God Island surely doesn't look like this!"
Dai Mubai also furrowed his brows, his evil eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings. The aura of the White Tiger was faintly emitted, dispelling the bone-chilling cold.
Tang San didn't respond immediately. He stood on a relatively open bone beach, closing his eyes, seemingly quietly sensing something.
A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes. Those usually calm eyes were now flashing with a strange and burning light.
Deep within that light, there seemed to be a hint of imperceptible purple-black ghost light.
"No, Fatty." Tang San's voice was low, even carrying a hint of imperceptible trembling, but it wasn't fear, but rather… an excitement of being strongly attracted.
"We can't leave. I… I can feel it."
The next second, he raised his hand and pointed toward the area in the depths of the island where the darkness was thickest.
There, one could vaguely see a low but menacingly outlined black hill.
"There… it seems there is something… calling me."
"It is a very powerful force, and it is guiding me forward. I have a premonition that as long as I go and accept that power… we will be able to obtain the… true power sufficient to overturn everything and take revenge on Tang Chuan and Spirit Hall!"
Tang San's words stunned both Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.
They had never seen Tang San show such an expression; it was a mix of desire, fanaticism, and a kind of excitement bordering on devotion.
"Little San, are you sure? This place is too strange. That calling… could it be some kind of trap?" Dai Mubai asked in a deep voice.
"No." Tang San shook his head resolutely. He subconsciously touched his chest and said in a deep voice: "That feeling is very clear, very urgent. It is an Opportunity that belongs to me. If we miss it, we may never find such a fast way to improve our strength."
He hesitated no longer, took a deep breath, and waved to the three of them.
"Follow me. Watch your feet and surroundings, stay vigilant, but do not resist that feeling."
After speaking, Tang San took the lead, stepping on the bones covering the ground, and walked toward the black hill in the depths of the island that emitted the thickest ominous aura.
Hearing this, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Tai Long looked at each other. They all saw the suspicion and worry in each other's eyes, but their long-standing trust in Tang San and their shared desire for powerful strength ultimately outweighed the unease in their hearts.
Dai Mubai let out a low roar, the White Tiger phantom flickering behind him as he followed.
Ma Hongjun muttered something and followed closely behind, while Tai Long, like the most loyal guard, walked silently at the end, vigilantly watching the rear and sides.
The deeper they went into the island, the more bizarre the environment became.
The gray haze was so thick it could hardly be dispersed; the soil underfoot was entirely composed of bone powder mixed with black volcanic ash, soft yet bone-chillingly cold when stepped on.
Ruined, strangely styled stone building remnants began to appear around them, carved with twisted, wailing humanoid or beast-like patterns.
The evil, cold, and heart-palpitating aura in the air grew stronger.
Finally, they arrived at the foot of the black hill.
The hill was not high, but it was pitch black as ink, barren, and covered with holes of various sizes, like a beehive, or like countless eyes staring at the visitors.
At the base of the hill, a naturally formed cave entrance, like the open mouth of a demon, emitted a summons that made even Tang San's Soul palpitate.
At the edge of the cave, some relatively fresh skeletons were scattered, still stained with dark red blood that seemed unable to ever dry.
Tang San stood before the cave entrance, the purple-black ghost light in his eyes almost overflowing.
"It should be here…" Tang San murmured, his voice laced with excitement. He didn't hesitate at all, not even glancing back at his companions, and walked straight into the cave.
Watching this scene, the alarm bells in the hearts of Dai Mubai and the others rang loudly.
But having reached this point, they could only bite the bullet, raise their vigilance to the highest level, and follow closely behind Tang San, disappearing into the cave entrance that seemed capable of swallowing all light.
The interior of the cave twisted downwards and was pitch black, with only Ma Hongjun's evil fire providing a faint light. The rock walls were slippery and cold, carved with more bizarre and terrifying reliefs. The air was filled with a thick smell of blood and sulfur, along with a kind of… illusion as if countless vengeful Souls were screaming in their ears.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the path ahead suddenly opened up.
They had arrived at a massive underground cavern.
In the center of the cavern was a strange pool, constantly roiling with thick, dark purple liquid, emitting a sky-high aura of evil and filth.
On the ground around the pool stood nine massive, pitch-black stone pillars, with twisted human shapes tied to them that had long since turned into dry bones, as if a sacrifice were taking place.
And directly above the pool, at the highest point of the cavern's dome.
Floated a flickering, pitch-black, gargantuan sickle phantom, shaped with extreme ferocity, as if twisted together from countless painful Souls.
The sickle emitted a terrifying pressure that made the Souls of Dai Mubai and the others tremble; just taking a single look, it felt as if endless resentment, killing intent, destruction, and other negative emotions were flooding into their minds.
But Tang San's gaze was locked firmly on the huge divine emblem on the rock wall behind the pool, emitting a faint purple-black light!
Just as Tang San and the others were shocked by the evil and terrifying sight before them, their minds stirred.
A cold, slippery female voice, seemingly carrying countless overtones, and as if ringing directly in the depths of the Soul, sounded without warning in this huge underground cavern:
"Mortals… you… have heard my call…"
The voice didn't come from any specific direction, but surged from all sides, seeping out from the roiling dark purple liquid in the pool, radiating from the floating, ferocious sickle phantom.
It even flowed out from the hollow eye sockets of the dry bones on the nine stone pillars.
"I am… the Rakshasa God, who holds dominion over resentment, hatred, decay, and all negative thoughts."
"This place is a trace left by my divine force in the Mortal world, and also a trial ground for selecting a successor."
The evil aura in the cave became thicker and more viscous with the sound of this voice, as if it had turned into tangible pressure, enveloping everyone.
Hearing this, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Tai Long all felt their breathing stifle, their Soul Power circulation becoming somewhat sluggish, and various negative emotions involuntarily rising in their hearts.
Anger, fear, suspicion, depravity…
Only Tang San, far from feeling much discomfort, felt that the power surging within him due to hatred and obsession resonated even more strongly with this omnipresent Rakshasa Divine Power.
"I have sensed the hatred burning fiercely in your hearts, the unquenchable resentment, and the… purest, most greedy desire for power."
The Rakshasa God's voice seemed to carry a magic that could see through all weaknesses of the Soul, precisely teasing Tang San, and also subtly influencing Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.
"Especially you, Tang San, burdened with a blood feud, loved ones fallen, Sect overturned, father dying… How unfair fate is to you, and are you willing to sink here, letting your enemies remain at large?"
These words were like the sharpest needles, piercing fiercely into the most painful and darkest corners of Tang San's heart, making his body tremble violently, his fists clenching instantly, his nails almost embedding into his palms.
"Accept my Legacy…"
The Rakshasa God's voice became increasingly gentle and bewitching, like a lover's whisper.
"Dedicate your hatred, your pain, your desire for destruction… entirely to me. I will grant you power that transcends the Mortal, sufficient to tear through all obstacles, drag your enemies into the deepest, despairing Hell, and let them wail in your fury forever!"
At this moment, the Rakshasa God, just like the Asura God, began to cast a wide net, and then selectively fish; after all, as long as the Slaughter God Domain was obtained, the Asura God's first trial would be completed.
Now, the Rakshasa God also had to start searching everywhere for a suitable successor, finding the most suitable person for her God Position, among whom she felt Bibi Dong and Tang San were the most suitable.
It was just that as for who the God Position would eventually be passed to, that would depend on which of the two had greater ability.
Hell Road, in the passage intertwined with dark red and pitch black, was filled with a nauseating smell of blood and sulfur. Underfoot was a viscous, scalding, slowly flowing blood river, and on both sides were jagged, menacing dark red rock walls that seemed to be formed from countless painful faces.
The air was filled with intangible mental shocks, enough to cause those with weak minds to collapse instantly.
However, for Tang Chuan and Hu Liena walking on this road.
The obstacles ahead appeared… unusually smooth.
Tang Chuan held the golden dragon spear, walking at the very front.
His pace was not fast, the ghost god mask concealing his expression, only a pair of eyes scanning everything calmly under the dim light of the passage.
Along this way, Tang Chuan killed gods if they blocked his path, and killed Buddhas if they blocked his path. Hu Liena followed behind him, having done almost nothing, and they successfully arrived at the Ten headed Fierce Yang Serpent hurdle.
She had originally prepared to experience a narrow escape, a bloody battle in the Hell Road. However, following behind this blue-haired youth, she found herself… needing to do almost nothing.
She only needed to carefully avoid the occasional splashing energy aftermath, follow his footsteps closely, and be vigilant against any omissions that might appear from behind. This was less like clearing a level and more like a… highly efficient clearing journey led by Tang Chuan.
This made Hu Liena feel both a kind of absurd sense of security and a deeper wariness and powerlessness; just to what extent had this man's strength reached?
Did he come to Slaughter City really just to obtain the Slaughter God Domain?
Not knowing how long they had walked, the sound of the blood river flowing underfoot became more turbulent, and the temperature in the air rose sharply, the smell of sulfur becoming pungent.
The passage ahead suddenly opened up, appearing as a massive underground lava cavern. Below the cavern was a rolling, boiling dark red magma lake, the scorching heat waves twisting the air.
The only path leading forward was a narrow stone bridge spanning the magma lake, wide enough for only one person to pass, and at this moment, a behemoth was coiled on the other end of the stone bridge.
That was a giant snake with a body as thick as a house and a length exceeding thirty meters!
It was covered in thick, dark red scales, with scorching fire faintly flowing between the gaps in the scales. Most terrifying was its head; it wasn't one, but a full ten! Ten menacing snake heads branched out from the same thick neck, each as large as a millstone, twenty snake eyes like small searchlights, locking onto Tang Chuan and Hu Liena who had stepped onto the stone bridge.
Ten headed Fierce Yang Serpent! One of the most famous Ferocious beast hurdles in the Hell Road, possessing terrifying strength close to a 100,000-year-old soul beast, with extremely tenacious vitality!
Seeing this, Hu Liena gasped, instantly feeling her skin scorched with pain by the heat and ferocity gathering there. She knew the real test had arrived!
This was definitely not comparable to those previous cannon fodder!
However, Tang Chuan's pace didn't even pause. He stepped onto the narrow stone bridge, facing the ten menacing snake heads poised for action, and walked forward steadily, step by step.
"Hiss—"
The Ten headed Fierce Yang Serpent felt the provocation. The ten heads simultaneously let out a deafening hiss. The next second, ten types of flames with different attributes but equally lethal, like ten torrents of fire, intertwined into a destructive web of fire, rushing toward Tang Chuan on the stone bridge. The heat waves instantly turned the surface of the stone bridge red, and the air made a sizzling sound as it was scorched.
Facing this terrifying joint attack, which was enough to burn an ordinary Titled Douluo to ashes, Tang Chuan just slightly raised the golden dragon spear in his hand.
Just as he injected Soul Power into the spear shaft, and the golden dragon spear was about to bloom with brilliance to counter the attack.
On the body of the originally dark and restrained golden dragon spear, a layer of indescribable dark golden halo flowed autonomously without warning!
Immediately after, a terrifying dragon might, ancient, violent, supreme, and seemingly capable of suppressing all living beings in the world, erupted from the spear shaft like a sleeping giant beast suddenly awakening!
This pressure was not actively triggered by Tang Chuan; it was more like the golden dragon spear sensed the presence of the Ten headed Fierce Yang Serpent, and the aura belonging to the Golden Dragon King in its Origin was automatically triggered!
The Golden Dragon, being half of the Dragon God after splitting, represented the ultimate power and destruction, and was one of the supreme existences among Soul Beasts. Its pressure had a natural, near-Law-level suppression on Soul Beasts like snakes, dragons, or those possessing a thin Dragon Clan Bloodline or similar forms!
"Hiss—!!!"
The Ten headed Fierce Yang Serpent, which was about to launch a fatal blow, had its ten menacing heads frozen in place the moment they felt this dark golden dragon might!
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