Tang Qing Inherits the Goddess of Life!
The Creator!
At this moment, the last trace of pride and composure in Qian Renxue's heart completely crumbled.
She was completely captivated by this man.
"He's your heir?!"
Tang Chen, who had transformed into the Asura God, finally spoke, his divine voice carrying a hint of fluctuation.
Clearly, this result exceeded his expectations.
The goddess of life glanced at him indifferently with her emerald green eyes, her voice still ethereal.
"Shura, you've broken the rules."
"Give me a satisfactory answer."
The Asura God was not angry, but explained in a deep voice:
"This boy has an irreconcilable hatred for my successor, Tang Chen."
"Tang Chen paid the price of the Eight Trials of Asura in exchange for me possessing his body once and personally killing my enemy."
"I'm just keeping my promise."
Upon hearing this, the Goddess of Life nodded slightly.
"The grudges of mortals are settled in their own way."
"I don't care about the conflict between Tang Chen and him."
"But you, the enforcer of the divine realm, have overstepped your bounds by personally intervening."
She extended a slender, jade-like finger and gently touched it.
"If you make another move, I will not stand idly by."
Her long, straight legs swayed gently beneath her skirt; the seemingly casual movement sent ripples through the surrounding space.
The Asura God fell silent.
He knew very well that the Goddess of Life was no less powerful than himself.
Moreover, her husband was the God of Destruction, a god with a violent temper who wielded the power of destruction.
That was also a god-king.
If the couple were to join forces, he would have no chance of winning.
"good."
A concise word emanated from beneath the Shura mask.
"I promise you."
He agreed to the agreement.
Having received the promise, the Goddess of Life withdrew her gaze with satisfaction and turned it back to Tang Qing below, her eyes filled with expectation and tenderness.
"My successor, you still have to walk your own path in the future."
"Life is the most precious and mysterious force in this world."
"Its succession is far more difficult than that of other divine positions."
Tang Qing met the goddess's gaze and nodded calmly.
"I will avenge myself."
He doesn't need divine protection to resolve his grievances.
A faint smile appeared on the lips of the goddess of life, enhancing the beauty of all things.
"very good."
"However, I still have to remind you that even without my intervention, with your current strength, you are no match for Tang Chen."
"He has passed the eight trials of Asura, and the God of Slaughter Domain has long since evolved into a true killing domain."
"He wields the divine artifact, the Asura Demon Sword, and has already comprehended a trace of divine power."
Upon hearing these words, Tang Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he fell into deep thought.
He knew that the goddess of life was telling the truth.
If Tang Chen hadn't been so eager to save Tang San and wanted to finish the battle quickly, directly using the Asura God Possession, he probably wouldn't have been able to gain the upper hand with just his domain power.
It seems that I still have a long way to go before I reach my true peak.
"Get to level 99 as soon as possible."
The voice of the goddess of life rang out again, carrying a hint of encouragement.
"At that time, you will be able to begin the sixth trial of the God of Life and create your own divine skill."
"I look forward to seeing you again in the next divine test."
As soon as she finished speaking, her perfect figure began to become illusory, turning into billions of emerald green light spots that slowly dissipated into the air.
Each point of light that fell brought new life to this barren valley, which had been ravaged by the aura of slaughter.
On the other side.
With the departure of the goddess of life, the oppressive divine power that had gripped all living beings also vanished.
"Snap—"
Tang Chen's dark red divine armor shattered inch by inch, and the pair of blood-red wings that blotted out the sky on his back also turned into light and shadow and disappeared.
His tall body staggered and fell from mid-air, the Asura Demon Sword in his hand also disintegrating.
The possession by the Asura God has been dispelled.
The murderous aura of the gods in the valley receded like a tide, replaced by the vitality left behind by the goddess of life when she departed.
Tang Chen's body crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. He struggled to stand up, but even lifting a single finger seemed incredibly difficult.
The burden that divine power places on a mortal body is far beyond imagination.
However, the first person to be noticed at this moment was not him, the former peerless Douluo.
"The mistress!"
Tang Hao let out a shrill scream and scrambled toward the fallen figure not far away.
Tang San collapsed to the ground, his face ashen like a dead man. His body, already emaciated from the "life deprivation," was now completely devoid of color, and his breath was so weak that it seemed as if he would die at any moment.
Just now, Tang Qing and Tang Chen's divine-level domains clashed, and he was at the center of the storm, his life force completely destroyed by the aftershocks.
If Tang Chen hadn't used his divine power to protect a sliver of his heart at the last moment, he would have long since turned into a skeleton.
"Great-grandfather! Save the mistress! Please save him!"
Holding his dying son, Tang Hao pleaded with Tang Chen in a frenzied manner.
Just then, a majestic and grand voice resounded directly in Tang Chen's mind.
"Tang Chen, that's enough."
It was the voice of the Asura God.
"Get him out of here immediately, he can't die."
"This child is the one I truly value as my successor. Your mission is over."
The words of the Asura God were devoid of emotion, yet they contained the will of the deity.
Tang Chen's body trembled, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, along with a trace of resentment.
It turns out that I was nothing more than a stepping stone, a tool to clear obstacles for the true heir.
The next moment, an invisible divine power surged from the void, gently lifting the unconscious Tang San, transforming him into a streak of blood-red light, and instantly disappearing into the horizon.
"The mistress!"
Tang Hao reached out to grab it, but only found emptiness.
He turned around abruptly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Tang Chen, who was struggling to get up, his voice hoarse.
"Great-grandfather! You can't just leave like this!"
"Ah Yin! Ah Yin is still in his hands! And that 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone! That belongs to Xiao San!"
Tang Hao pointed at Tang Qing, who was calm and collected in the distance, and roared.
"Go and take it back! We still have a chance!"
Tang Chen leaned on the ground and slowly straightened up. He glanced at Tang Qing in the distance.
"There's no time left."
He shook his head, his tone indifferent.
"Next time."
This former king of slaughter didn't even take Tang Qing seriously.
In his view, if it weren't for the intervention of the Goddess of Life, this boy would have already perished under his sword.
He won't have such good luck next time.
"But..."
Tang Hao wanted to say something more, but Tang Chen stopped him with a look.
He could only channel all his resentment and bitterness into a single, blustering but ultimately weak threat.
"Blue Silver King!"
Tang Hao glared at Tang Qing through gritted teeth.
"Consider yourself lucky! The next time we meet, it will be your death day!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Qing's lips curled into a playful smile.
"Is that so?"
"Who is the prey and who is the hunter is still uncertain."
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