Douluo: I mess around in Tangmen

Tang San's mind went blank, and then a cool sensation came from his heart.

He was neither a novice nor someone who took chances.

He is very clear.

An ice flower has already bloomed on my heart.

He looked down and saw that the originally dazzling ice flowers, stained with blood, had turned into a hazy crimson color, making them appear so alluring.

Just like the fire-poison flowers he saw when he escaped from the City of Slaughter and passed through the secret passage.

So alluring, so beautiful, so elegant.

Tang San felt his power rapidly draining away. He could no longer feel any divine power, and even his limbs began to lose strength. His legs trembled involuntarily, and he was about to kneel down.

But in his eyes, the Ice God did not give him that chance.

The wispy, cold clouds, like chains, bound all his joints together.

Frost spread upwards inch by inch along Tang San's body, freezing his body.

Tang San's consciousness plunged into darkness almost as if on a countdown.

In the brief moment when he was plunged into darkness, one thought remained in his mind.

How dare the Ice Goddess?

In this layer of the mental corridor, Tang San's consciousness was plunged into darkness.

The corridor of the soul began to emit a faint gray light, and all the particle lights quickly reassembled and began to be rewoven.

A blurry point of light transformed into a single eye, coldly scrutinizing this corridor of the soul.

The reconstruction of the mental corridor took only a moment.

Just as Tang San's consciousness was sinking into darkness, an unusually cold sensation enveloped him.

But he couldn't see the "world" around him clearly.

"Rumble!!"

A tremendous sound rang in his ears, accompanied by a terrifying pressure that crushed Tang San's consciousness.

"This terrifying energy is the river of time!"

It seemed that the shockwave of terrifying energy allowed Tang San to "open" his eyes.

That terrifying, indescribable river of energy flowed through the void.

Tang San found himself inexplicably trapped in the River of Time, but this terrifying river of time did not directly crush his soul.

"Why?"

Tang San soon found out the answer.

A glint of blood appeared at his heart, and the light gradually formed the shape of a small sword.

"This is!! The Asura Sword!!!"

Tang San was overjoyed, but soon a doubt arose in his mind.

"How could the Asura Sword be here?!"

He remembered that he had left the Asura Sword in the Asura Temple, and that the Asura Sword contained the divine thoughts of both the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life.

He cannot use the Asura Sword without the unanimous consent of the Divine Realm Council.

Therefore, he did not choose to take the Asura Sword with him when he descended to the mortal realm this time. Later, when he faced the Ice God, the Asura Sword did not respond due to the suppression of the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life.

Of course, Tang San could also forcefully summon the Asura Sword by unleashing his full power.

But he was instantly defeated and had no chance.

The moment his eyes met those of the Ice God, he was already dead.

At the moment of death, his Asura Godhood was gone.

But at this moment, the small blood-red sword that had accompanied him for a short period of time appeared on its own, its blood-red light revealing an irresistible will.

The Asura Sword was revived on its own, its tip piercing into his soul. That will transformed into warm currents, protecting Tang San's consciousness!
"Does that mean you're still willing to protect me?!" Tang San was overjoyed, and at the same time, he was also somewhat moved.

The Asura Sword is a super artifact left behind by the previous Asura God, possessing immense power.

It is the Asura God's trump card.

However, Tang San could not fully control the Shura Sword because the sword possessed its own consciousness. To fully control the Shura Sword, he needed to obtain the sword spirit's approval.

However, the Shura Sword did not fully acknowledge Tang San.

Looking at the Shura Sword, which had become part of his soul, Tang San's joy gradually turned into emotion.

He knew perfectly well why he hadn't been recognized by the Asura Sword.

He cannot and will never relinquish power and authority.

But at this moment, at the very end of his life, he received the recognition of the Asura Sword. Perhaps this was fate.

Before Tang San could even plan how to use the Asura Sword to find a chance to revive, a wave suddenly surged up in the River of Time and swept him in.

"Oh no! I haven't had time yet!"

Tang San watched helplessly as the blood-red light of the Asura Sword was worn away by the ancient aura of the river of time, and then stuffed into his body.

He was plunged into darkness once again.

The river of time flows through this strange and lonely dimension.

Until Tang San sensed a strange sound.

"I want to drink!!"

"You drink! All you do is drink! That poor kid is so pitiful living with you!!!"

A commotion entered Tang San's consciousness.

The sharp sound gradually revived his dormant consciousness.

As his consciousness returned, the concept of the body came back into his mind.

"kindness?"

Tang San felt a slight chill throughout his body and a feeling of hunger in his stomach, which made him open his eyes immediately.

"I'm alive?!"

Tang San suddenly stood up straight, which startled the person standing in front of him.

"Ouch!!! You scared me to death, little sister!"

A distant yet somewhat familiar voice reached his ears, and Tang San, without having time to check his own condition, raised his head in confusion.

The first thing I saw was an old man with a full head of white hair, a long beard, and a slightly hunched back, but he was very energetic.

The memories of his death instantly flooded Tang San's mind, causing him to involuntarily call out those distant memories.

"Grandpa Jack?! You..."

Old Jack glanced at Tang San, who looked shocked, and sized him up. As if he had figured something out, he sighed slightly and said, "Little San, Grandpa understands that you want to protect your father, but your father is really not fit to be a father!"

As Old Jack spoke, he turned back and glared at Tang San, then took out several large loaves of bread from his pocket and handed them to Tang San. "Child, are you hungry? Have something to eat for now. Grandpa will go back and bring you some flour!"

Having experienced many trials and tribulations, Tang San quickly regained his composure, took the bread from Old Jack, and then shifted his gaze to what was behind Old Jack.

The dejected figure lay on a wooden bed covered with coarse linen, holding a broken wine jug in his hand. His face was covered in stubble, his hair was messy, and he was muttering "wine" under his breath.

These images instantly made Tang San realize something.

"I was born again?!"

"I'm not dead!!!"

"God gave me a second chance!!"

In the corridor of his mind, Ye Nanxiao could no longer suppress the smile on his lips.

"Yuan Haisan, I know your understanding is comprehensive, but how do you counter this 'second rebirth' tactic?" (End of Chapter)