Chapter 410: "After I become a God, I will reshape the entire Douluo Continent!"
Tang Chuan's white clothes fluttered, and holding the trident, he turned into a stream of light and stepped across the sea to leave.
On Sea God Island, all the Sea Spirit Beasts surfaced simultaneously.
The Seven Sacred Pillar Douluos stood in the distance, watching that departing figure, silent for a long time.
High Priestess whispered: "The sky of the Douluo Continent is about to change."
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Southwest of the Douluo Continent.
Black Stone City.
This was originally a city that was not very large.
The city's population was only tens of thousands, but because it was close to a trade route, it was usually quite lively.
Outside the city gate was a maple forest; every autumn, the mountains were covered in fiery red leaves, and many caravans would stop here to rest when passing by.
But now, the maple forest had withered and died.
It was not just shedding leaves.
It was withered death.
The trunks had turned grey-black, the branches and leaves were curled and yellow, and the roots seemed to have been drained of vitality by some evil power, leaving only cracked earth.
The sky was overcast.
There was no birdsong.
There was no sound of insects.
Even when the wind blew through the forest, it carried a nauseating scent of decay.
The city gate was wide open.
There were no guards at the entrance, only two corpses lying on the ground.
There were no obvious wounds on their bodies, but their faces were frozen in an expression of extreme terror, their eyes wide open, their pupils grey and white, as if they had seen some incomprehensible horror before they died.
Even more eerie was that their bodies were still there, but their lives had been completely drained away.
There was no Soul.
There was no resentment.
There was not even any residual spirituality left after death.
The whole city was as quiet as a grave.
When Tang Chuan stepped into Black Stone City, his footsteps paused slightly.
He had rushed back to the Douluo Continent all the way from Sea God Island, relying on the faint sensing from the Blue Silver Grass to find this city that had just been slaughtered by Tang San.
But when he truly saw the scene before him, his eyes still slowly turned cold.
On the street, corpses lay scattered about.
There were vegetable vendors, passing merchants, women in coarse cloth clothes, and children who hadn't had the chance to grow up.
Most of them had no external injuries, only their Souls had been forcibly extracted.
Some people remained in a running posture even in death, some were clutching their loved ones' corpses tightly, and others were kneeling on the ground, seemingly begging some monster for mercy before they died.
But Tang San did not spare them.
Not a single one.
Tang Chuan walked forward.
The bluestone slabs under his feet had cracked, and where weeds should have been growing in the crevices, the leaves were now all withered, yellow, and blackened, as if burned by fire or corroded by poison.
The old locust tree by the street had toppled over, its trunk hollowed out, the bark peeling off.
A dead bird lay among the branches, its feathers grey and white, its body stiff.
The entire city had not a trace of vitality.
Even the water in the wells had turned a murky black.
Rakshasa Divine Power remained on every inch of the land.
Tang Chuan's hand gripping the Sea God Trident slowly tightened.
"Tang San."
His voice was very soft.
But the surrounding air suddenly dropped in temperature.
Just then, a faint noise suddenly came from the street corner ahead.
Tang Chuan's figure flashed, and he instantly appeared there.
It was a half-collapsed house.
The roof beams were broken, and the walls had crumbled.
A little girl was curled up behind a water vat, her face pale, her lips chapped, and her whole body trembling.
She was still alive.
It was just that a faint thread of Rakshasa Death Qi was wrapped around her body; she had clearly been eroded by the aftermath, and if he had come a moment later, even this sliver of life would have been completely extinguished.
Tang Chuan squatted down, and the little girl looked at him in terror, instinctively shrinking back.
"Don't be afraid."
Tang Chuan's voice softened.
He raised his hand, and a stalk of Blue Silver Grass grew out from his palm, gently wrapping around the girl's wrist.
Cyan-gold light slowly flowed into her body.
The girl's greyish face finally regained a hint of color.
She stared blankly at Tang Chuan.
"Big Brother…"
"Monster… black monster…"
"It was holding a scythe…"
"Daddy and Mommy were both taken away by it…"
"They were crying…"
"They were dragged up to the sky…"
Tang Chuan's eyes trembled slightly, and he asked in a low voice:
"Are there any other survivors?"
The girl shook her head blankly.
"I don't know…"
"Everyone stopped talking…"
"Grandpa City Lord also stopped talking…"
As she spoke, tears finally streamed down.
"Big Brother, is my Mommy dead?"
Tang Chuan fell silent.
He could heal bodies, could make withered wood sprout in spring, and could pull people back from the brink of death.
But for those whose Souls had already been swallowed by Tang San, even he could not resurrect them from nothingness.
At least not now.
Tang Chuan reached out and gently pressed his hand on the girl's head.
"Sleep for a while."
The Blue Silver Grass released a gentle breath of life, and the cyan-gold light flowed into the little girl's body like warm water, bit by bit forcing out the wisp of Rakshasa Death Qi remaining in her body.
As soon as that wisp of Death Qi left her body, it emitted a faint, piercing screech, as if some living thing were struggling.
Tang Chuan's eyes turned cold.
He flicked his fingertip lightly.
That wisp of Death Qi was instantly crushed by the Blue Silver Emperor's power of life, turning into a wisp of grey smoke that dissipated into the air; the little girl's tense body finally relaxed, her eyelids slowly closed, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Tang Chuan gently picked her up and placed her on a relatively intact wooden couch nearby.
Then, he stood up and walked to the center of the street.
The entire Black Stone City remained dead silent.
Tang Chuan slowly raised his right hand, and the Blue Silver Emperor appeared in his palm.
The next moment, cyan-gold light shot up into the sky.
"Blue Silver Emperor."
"Life Domain, activate."
Boom—
With Tang Chuan as the center, countless Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the cracks in the broken bluestone.
One stalk.
Ten stalks.
A hundred stalks.
A thousand stalks.
In the blink of an eye, the entire street was covered in cyan-gold Blue Silver Grass.
They did not grow wildly into vines, nor did they turn into weapons of attack, but instead swayed gently, diffusing strands of gentle life essence into this dead city.
The branches of the withered old locust tree trembled slightly.
Beneath the cracked bark, a hint of faint green seeped out once more.
The murky, black well water began to churn, and the black aura on the water's surface was purified bit by bit.
The withered flowers and grass at the street corner straightened up again, and the completely dead maple forest outside the city also began to sprout its first new buds under the Blue Silver Emperor's power of life.
However, Tang Chuan's expression did not soften in the slightest.
Vegetation could be revived.
The land could be restored.
The well water could be purified.
But those whose Souls had been extracted by Tang San could not come back.
At least for now, they could not.
Tang Chuan looked at the corpses filling the city, his eyes terrifyingly cold.
"Tang San."
"You are no longer fit to be human."
The next moment, he slammed the Sea God Trident heavily into the ground.
The blue-gold Seagod's Light and the cyan-gold Blue Silver Emperor's power of life spread out simultaneously.
The two forces intertwined, like a silent rain, falling upon the entire Black Stone City.
The expressions of terror on those corpses began to smooth out bit by bit.
The Rakshasa aura remaining on them was purified.
Although it couldn't bring them back to life, it could at least ensure they were no longer continuously polluted by Tang San's evil power, and countless Blue Silver Grass in the city bowed low, as if seeing off the dead.
Night fell over Heaven Dou City.
The once glorious Shrek Academy was no longer as lively as it had been in the past.
Ever since the situation on the continent fell into chaos, with the Spirit Empire, Star Luo Empire, and the remnants of Heaven Dou warring against each other, coupled with the spread of news about Tang San falling into the Rakshasa path, slaughtering cities, and swallowing Souls, Shrek Academy had been forced to close off most of its areas, and the once bustling training grounds were now empty.
The wind blew through the old trees at the edge of the playground, and the withered yellow leaves rustled.
The academy gate was tightly shut.
The Shrek plaque hanging at the entrance was already somewhat aged and covered in dust.
This place had once cultivated Geniuses who shook the continent.
Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu.
The reputation of the Shrek Seven Devils had once been Flender's greatest pride in this life.
But now, this pride was like a knife, stabbing into his heart time and time again.
Deep inside the academy.
In the conference hall, the candlelight was dim.
Flender sat in the main seat, his expression gloomy.
Liu Erlong stood by the window, arms crossed, a lingering anger weighing between her brows.
Zhao Wuji was leaning against a pillar, his thick arms folded across his chest, his face unusually devoid of any joking, and Qin Ming stood to the side, his expression grave.
And Master Yu Xiaogang sat in the furthest corner.
His face was somewhat pale, his eye sockets deeply sunken, and he looked much older than before.
But if one looked closely, one would find that in the depths of his pupils, a faint purple-black light would occasionally flash, but that light was extremely subtle, and even Liu Erlong did not notice it.
In the conference hall, the atmosphere was oppressive.
Several urgent reports were laid on the table.
Each urgent report represented a dead city.
Yunluo City.
Blackwater City.
Luoxia City.
Baishi City.
Black Stone City.
These names were once just markers on a map, but now, they had all become synonymous with death.
Zhao Wuji slammed his fist onto the table.
"Bastard!"
"Just how crazy has that brat Tang San become?"
"Slaughtering cities and swallowing Souls? Is this something a human can do?"
Liu Erlong's eyes were icy.
"He is no longer the Tang San from before."
Qin Ming said in a deep voice:
"According to the news brought back, Tang San did not just slaughter cities; he also used those swallowed Souls to resurrect Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tai Long, and even Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo."
"But those people were not truly resurrected."
"They have no intelligence; they are just undead Puppets."
When Flender heard the names of Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, his body trembled slightly.
A flash of pain crossed his eyes.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were both children he had watched grow up.
Especially Ma Hongjun, who was his Personal Disciple.
He had scolded that brat countless times for not striving, and had also fantasized countless times about the day when Ma Hongjun would truly become a Phoenix Douluo, standing at the Peak of the continent.
But now, that child was dead.
Even after death, he could not find peace, having been refined by Tang San into a soulless undead Puppet.
Flender slowly took off his glasses and wiped the lenses.
But his fingers were trembling slightly.
"Tang San…"
His voice was hoarse.
"What have you turned Shrek into?"
Just then.
Outside the conference hall, a chilly wind suddenly blew.
The originally weak candlelight suddenly dimmed.
The temperature of the entire conference hall dropped suddenly.
Zhao Wuji was the first to notice something wrong, and he stood up straight abruptly.
"Who is it?"
No one answered.
But from the darkness outside the door, footsteps slowly approached.
One step.
One step.
Another step.
The footsteps were not heavy, but they felt like they were stepping on everyone's hearts.
Flender's expression changed suddenly.
Fire lit up in Liu Erlong's eyes, and the aura of her Red Dragon Martial Soul instantly rose.
Qin Ming also instinctively released his Soul Power to shield the others in front of him.
Only Master remained sitting in the corner.
He kept his head down, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly.
It was as if he were smiling.
Bang—
The door of the conference hall opened without wind.
Black fog surged in from outside the door.
A black-robed figure walked in slowly.
His long hair was disheveled.
At the center of his forehead, a purple-black scythe mark pulsed slightly.
He held the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe in his hand.
It was Tang San.
The moment they saw him, everyone in the conference hall fell silent.
The Tang San of the past, although steady in Heart-Nature and even a bit stubborn, at least still had a human touch in his eyes.
But the Tang San standing before them now had completely changed; his skin was pale, ghostly green flames burned in the depths of his eyes, and a thick aura of death was wrapped around him.
He did not look like a returning student; he looked more like an evil ghost crawling back from the depths of Hell.
Flender slowly stood up.
"Tang San."
"You still dare to come back?"
Tang San raised his eyes to look at Flender, his face devoid of any shame.
"Dean."
"Long time no see."
His tone was terrifyingly calm, as if those dead cities, those departed Souls, and those old friends he had refined into Puppets had nothing to do with him at all.
Liu Erlong said angrily:
"Tang San! Are those rumors outside true?"
"Did you slaughter those cities?"
"Did you refine Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun and the others into undead?"
Tang San looked at Liu Erlong and said indifferently:
"Teacher Erlong, don't put it so harshly."
"I am not desecrating them."
"I am letting them return."
Zhao Wuji laughed in extreme anger.
"Return?"
"Without intelligence, without a Soul, knowing only how to listen to your orders—is that what you call returning?"
Tang San's expression finally turned a bit colder.
"As long as I continue to grow stronger, one day, I will be able to truly restore them."
"The current death is only temporary."
"As long as I inherit the Rakshasa God Position, everything can be reversed."
Qin Ming stared fixedly at Tang San.
"So you kill innocent commoners?"
"Using their Souls to trade for your power?"
Tang San did not deny it.
Instead, he took a step forward, the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe dragging a trail of ghostly green fire across the ground.
"The Souls of the weak have no meaning in the first place."
"When they are alive, they are only dominated by the strong."
"Since that is the case, they might as well become my power."
"After I become a God, I will reshape the entire Douluo Continent."
"By then, Shrek will become the center of the new World."
Hearing this, the last trace of hesitation in Flender's eyes completely vanished.
"You came back just to say this?"
Tang San slowly raised his hand.
A purple-black token appeared in his palm.
On the token was carved the pattern of a temple made of bones and scythes.
"I have already founded a new force."
"It is called—the Rakshasa Divine Court."
"From now on, the Rakshasa Divine Court will replace Spirit Hall, Star Luo, and Heaven Dou, becoming the true ruler of the Douluo Continent."
"And you are my former teachers."
"Therefore, I am giving you a chance."
Tang San's gaze swept over Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and Qin Ming.
Finally, it landed on Master.
"Join the Rakshasa Divine Court and accept the Rakshasa God's trial."
"Kill, swallow Souls, sacrifice."
"As long as you pass the trial, you will be able to obtain the power bestowed by the Rakshasa God."
"Your Soul Power Rank will increase, and your Martial Soul will evolve."
"You will even have the chance to become a demigod."
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