Chapter 27: Rewarding the Asura God's Divine Thought, the Prototype of the God of Slaughter's Divine Position?!
Above the sky, on the shore of Seagod Island, Poseidon's words, "Whoever can become a god, I will be with them,"were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up completely different ripples in the hearts of three peerless powerhouses.
In the scene, Qian Daoliu's body trembled slightly.
He glanced at the spirited Tang Chen beside him.
Then he glanced at Poseidon, who had turned her head away after saying those words, gazing at the endless sea
A trace of bitterness, a trace of understanding, flashed in his sharp eyes, ultimately turning into a deep sense of relief.
As the High Priest of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu knew better than anyone that his path was already predetermined.
Those who serve the gods can never reach the divine position in their entire lives; this is an ironclad rule, a destiny.
Poseidon, as the High Priest of the Sea God, was no exception.
Therefore, her words were not a choice at all.
But an answer.
An answer only for Tang Chen.
Qian Daoliu understood.
He bowed deeply to Poseidon's retreating figure, a farewell and a gesture of acceptance.
Qian Daoliu said nothing more, turning into a golden light and resolutely departing.
His departing figure carried the desolation of a prodigy, and the resigned acceptance of defeat.
However, Tang Chen failed to grasp this deeper meaning.
Tang Hao's mind was filled with Poseidon's exquisite profile and the oath that sounded like a challenge to him.
"Become a god?"
Tang Chen laughed heartily, his laughter brimming with unparalleled confidence and domineering power.
Tang Hao stepped forward, solemnly promising Poseidon's retreating figure:
"Poseidon, wait for me!
If anyone in this world can become a god, that person will be me, Tang Chen!
The day I return as a god will be the day we are together again!"
Having said that, Tang Hao turned and left without hesitation.
His steps were firm and powerful, his eyes filled with boundless longing.
Unbeknownst to him, he missed the fleeting expectation and subsequent profound disappointment in the eyes of the person behind him.
On the screen, Poseidon slowly turned around, reaching out as if to grasp something, but ultimately letting her hand fall limply.
She gazed in the direction Tang Chen had disappeared, standing alone in the sea breeze, her figure utterly lonely.
A veiled promise made out of love, a misunderstanding born of pride, thus created a century of solitary waiting and missed opportunities for two peak powerhouses.
The scene shifted rapidly, the screen showing Tang Chen's trajectory after his departure.
Tang Chen bid farewell to his sect, entrusting everything to his descendants, and then embarked on the long journey to find the divine inheritance.
He traversed the icy plains of the far north, set foot in the western deserts, his figure proud and resolute.
Finally, his footsteps stopped at the entrance to a canyon exuding an aura of endless evil and bloodshed. The three large, blood-red characters,
"[Slaughter City],"seemed cast from fresh blood, exuding a chilling, malevolent aura.
The narration from the sky resounded again, tinged with a sigh:
"[To seek the position of the Asura God, Tang Chen resolutely stepped into the Slaughter City, unaware that this step would mark the beginning of a century of decline…]" The scene slowly faded to black.
Silence reigned in the valley.
"Mother, why did that big brother leave?"
Yu Zixi's clear voice broke the silence, her little face filled with confusion.
"Didn't that pretty sister already choose him? And that uncle in the gold robe has left too."
Xu Jinlan lovingly stroked her daughter's head, sighing softly.
"Silly child, sometimes, men are more foolish than stones when it comes to feelings.
That woman's words were actually telling Tang Chen, 'Of the three of us, I can only choose you,' but he took it as a test."
"I think he's so handsome!"
Yu Haoyang couldn't help but interject, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"To dare to challenge becoming a god for a promise!
That's what a true strongman does! Decisive and straightforward!"
"Haoyang."
Yu Jingcheng spoke calmly, his voice gentle, yet it immediately silenced Yu Haoyang.
"You only saw his heroic spirit, but you didn't see his foolishness, nor did you see Poseidon's century of loneliness afterward."
Yu Jingcheng's gaze was profound, as if he could see through that long-forgotten era.
"The high priests and grand priests who serve the gods are, in themselves, the representatives of the gods on earth. Their faith and power all originate from the gods. This path, from the very beginning, severed their own possibility of becoming gods."
"Qian Daoliu understood, so he withdrew.
And Poseidon's words were not a test, but a disguised confession.
Unfortunately, Tang Chen's pride made him only understand the literal meaning."
Yu Chenlan added, bowing slightly, his expression solemn:
"A promise made out of love, a misunderstanding born of pride, ultimately created a century-long tragedy. How pitiful, how lamentable."These words made Yu Haoyang fall into deep thought. He seemed to understand something, and the fervor on his face gradually faded.
At the same time, in various parts of the distant world, people who witnessed this scene reacted in different ways.
Poseidon Island.
On the summit of that azure island, a peerless woman, also dressed in a red dress, was gazing up at the sky.
As Tang Chen turned to leave, Poseidon's scepter trembled slightly, and a single, crystalline tear finally slid down her beautiful face, frozen in time .
"Fool..."a soft murmur, filled with a century of longing and helplessness, dissipated in the sea breeze. In the City of Slaughter, deep underground, on a blood-red throne, a burly figure shrouded in ferocious crimson armor trembled violently.
A sharp headache struck, and countless fragmented images, not belonging to the "King of Slaughter," flashed wildly through his mind—the azure sea, the woman in the red dress, that bold vow…
"Poseidon…?" he uttered a hoarse, painful growl, a flicker of unprecedented struggle and confusion flashing in his crimson eyes.
Just then, golden light reappeared in the sky!
The sky played a recording of Tang Chen's arrival in the City of Slaughter, his successful gain of the Asura God's favor, and his commencement of the Nine Trials of Asura.
However, at the crucial moment of the final test, he was invaded by the divine thought of the Rakshasa God, went mad, and was corrupted by the power of the Asura God, while also being controlled by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King.
He became the 'King of Slaughter,' afraid to step out of the City of Slaughter.
Tang Chen's consciousness thus sank into oblivion.
[Tang Chen, due to a misunderstanding, lost his beloved, trapped in the City of Slaughter, his soul corrupted. His plight is tragic, his will commendable.]
[The Heavenly Canopy hereby bestows a reward]
[Reward One: A wisp of 'Divine Thought of the Asura God,' to help him strengthen his consciousness and restore his clarity!]
[Reward Two: A prototype of the new divine position 'God of Slaughter,' its effectiveness depends on him!]
???
Divine Thought of the Asura God, prototype of the God of Slaughter?
When did the Heavenly Canopy treat him so well?
(End of Chapter)
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