Chapter 29: Tang Chen regains consciousness, his body is repaired, and he becomes the God of Slaughter?
The Asura God sat back on his throne, closed his eyes, seemingly sensing something.
A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of blood-red divine light disappearing in an instant.
"The lower realm... has begun."
...
At the same time, Douluo Continent.
Slaughter City, the core of the underground.
Just as the celestial reward descended.
A golden divine thought, invisible to mortals and containing the supreme law of judgment, pierced the chaotic mind of the King of Slaughter like a sharp sword piercing through the darkness of eternity!
"Ah—!!!"
The King of Slaughter let out a roar of extreme pain.
His massive body crashed down from the blood-red throne, his blood-red armor cracking inch by inch.
In his scarlet eyes, countless chaotic images were frantically intertwining.
On one side, there was an endless sea of blood, slaughter, and roars.
And the chilling consciousness erosion of the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King.
On the other side, guided by that golden divine thought, a vast blue sea appeared.
A peerless woman in a flowing red dress, a resounding vow echoing through the heavens…
"Poseidon…"
"I…am…Tang…Chen!"
Two completely different consciousnesses engaged in a frenzied battle in his mind!
The tyrannical consciousness belonging to the "King of Slaughter" was steadily defeated under the purification of the "Asura God's Divine Thought"!
Then, the second reward descended!
A chaotic ball of blood-red light, radiating an aura of endless slaughter, silently merged into his body as if it possessed a life of its own.
"God of Slaughter…the embryonic form of a god.
Tang Chen's consciousness surged instantly under the blessing of this power!
"Rakshasa!
You despicable scoundrel!
Get…out!!!"
After that roar from the depths of his soul, the core of the City of Slaughter fell into an unprecedented silence.
The Asura God's divine thought was not a self-aware life form.
It was more like a pre-programmed, supreme "resource package."
It had no emotions; its sole mission was to carry out the task 'given to it by the Asura God'—purification and repair.
At this moment, this golden divine thought transformed into a pure torrent of energy, surging within Tang Chen's body.
Like a sacred furnace, it burned and purified all the remnants of evil thoughts left by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King and the insidious marks buried by the Rakshasa God over the decades, leaving not a trace.
Immediately afterward, this sacred energy began to repair Tang Chen's body, which had long been riddled with holes.
His withered muscles became full again, brimming with explosive power.
His parched skin regained its resilience and luster.
His long hair, which had turned gray due to the loss of life force, also began to radiate a jet-black vitality from the roots.
This body, imprisoned for decades, is visibly returning to its peak under the restoration of divine sense!
Simultaneously, the crimson light representing the "prototype of the God of Slaughter's position" silently merges into the depths of Tang Chen's soul, like a seed possessing life.
It resonates with his martial soul—the Clear Sky Hammer.
Tang Chen can clearly feel that, if he so desires, and if he accumulates enough, he can use this "seed" as a foundation to forge his own path to godhood, ultimately condensing his divine spark and becoming a true deity.
However, at this moment, Tang Chen has no time to ponder the path to godhood.
As the last trace of chaos was banished from his mind, and as control of his body returned completely, Tang Chen slowly opened his eyes.
The world before him was no longer that twisted, oppressive crimson.
Although it was still a dark underground space, everything became incredibly clear in Tang Chen's eyes.
Tang Chen could feel the flow of air, hear the sound of surging magma in the distance, and even "see" the fear and bewilderment of those fallen souls in every corner of the Slaughter City.
Tang Chen slowly raised his hands.
They were broad, strong hands, covered in calluses.
They belonged to the blacksmith, to the sect leader of the Haotian Sect, to Tang Chen!
Not the cold, unfamiliar claws of the "King of Slaughter."
"I'm back... I'm back..."
Tang Chen murmured to himself, his voice hoarse, yet carrying a sense of vicissitude as if from another world.
Immediately afterward, the scenes and words from the Heavenly Reconciliation flooded his mind like a tide, replaying themselves with unparalleled clarity.
He saw the woman standing atop Mount Poseidon, her red dress billowing, her beauty unparalleled.
He heard the vow he had misunderstood for nearly a century.
The interpretation of the celestial curtain struck his heart like the sharpest hammer.
"...She meant that if you didn't return, she would remain forever in the same place, waiting for you, even if her beauty faded and her youth was gone..."
"If you don't return, I will never grow old..."
Tang Chen's body trembled violently, an indescribable regret and heartache churning within him like the sharpest knife.
He had always believed that Poseidon meant, "I will not return until I become a god."
For this "promise" he had imagined, for the sake of being worthy of her, he had ventured alone, searching for the path to godhood.
Ultimately, he was trapped in this dark, godlike place, sinking into a state of near-death existence for nearly a century!
He thought he was a hero burdened with glory and a vow.
But in the end, he was just... a complete fool!
A fool who missed his beloved for nearly a century because of his ridiculous pride and arrogance—the most pathetic fool in the world!
"Pfft—"
Overwhelmed by extreme emotion, Tang Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, not from injury, but from the deep-seated regret.
"Poseidon… Poseidon!"
Tang Chen suddenly looked up, his eyes devoid of any of the domineering aura and majesty of a Limit Douluo, only filled with endless longing and urgency.
Becoming a god?
A divine position?
All of this was worthless before that red figure!
He didn't want anything now, he didn't care about anything.
He only wanted to go to Seagod Island, only wanted to see her!
Immediately!
Right now!
Tang Chen straightened up abruptly and took a step forward.
He didn't walk towards the "Hell Road" leading to the outside world.
Because he was the sole ruler of this place!
As his step landed, the core of the entire Killing City emitted a violent roar!
The blood-red sky that had perpetually shrouded the city seemed to receive a king's command, automatically parting to reveal a massive passage leading directly to the surface!
Tang Chen didn't even glance at the blood-red throne. His figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, soaring into the sky.
A century-long dream, only to awaken today.
He had wronged her for far too long.
From this moment on, every minute, every second of his life would exist only for one person.
"Poseidon, wait for me!"
(End of Chapter)
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