Douluo: Did you move Danta here?

Chapter 551 Tang San's 100,000-Year Soul Ring
"Other gods?"

"That's right. During the assessment, I was betrayed by the Rakshasa God and parasitized by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, eventually becoming the Slaughter King of the Slaughter City."

"I see."

"That's right, you can continue with the next assessment without any worries."

Tang San felt a little relieved. His Asura God Trial had already reached its sixth stage, and it would be a real pity to give up now. Hearing his great-grandfather say that there was nothing wrong with the Asura God Trial itself, he finally felt at ease.

The blood from Tang Chen's abdominal wound never stopped, but Tang San showed no intention of helping him. Firstly, he couldn't do anything about the injury caused by the Bodhi Blood, and secondly, the task assigned by the Divine Trial was to kill the King of Slaughter. Even if the person in front of him was his so-called great-grandfather, he did not intend to give up the trial.

Tang Chen clearly understood this as well, so he had no desire to survive. Instead, he wanted to inquire about the sect's current situation.

"Is Tang Tian still the sect leader of the Haotian Sect?"

Tang San was slightly taken aback, then shook his head with a sorrowful expression, which made Tang Chen's face instantly darken.

"What happened? Has something happened to the Haotian Sect?"

"The Haotian Sect no longer exists."

"What! Cough cough!"

The intense anger aggravated his wounds, and Tang Chen coughed up several mouthfuls of blood again, looking at Tang San with disbelief.

It seemed that Tang Chen couldn't hold on much longer, and Tang San had no intention of hiding it.

"Because they offended the Spirit Hall, the Clear Sky Sect has been forced into hiding in the deep mountains and forests for decades. Some time ago, the current Pope Bibi Dong sent people to slaughter the entire Clear Sky Sect, leaving only my aunt and me alive."

"By the way, my aunt should be your granddaughter, Tang Yuehua!"

Tang Chen clutched his abdominal wound, trembling with anger.

"Qian Daoliu, you damned bastard, you broke your promise!"

Before leaving, Tang Chen had made an agreement with Qian Daoliu that the Haotian Sect's legacy must be preserved no matter what. He never expected that the Haotian Sect would now be reduced to dust.

After the anger subsided, a sense of powerlessness swept over Tang Chen. Even if he learned of the tragic state of the Haotian Sect, what could he do in his current condition? His strength was already on par with Qian Daoliu's, and even in his prime, he was unable to take revenge, let alone now on his deathbed.

After a while, Tang Chen looked at Tang San with a gleam in his eyes. Although this great-grandson was ruthless, he was very suitable as a successor. After inheriting the position of the Asura God, he might even be able to bring the Haotian Sect back to its former glory.

"Mistress, is it okay if I call you that?"

"Of course, you are my great-grandfather, so you can certainly call me that."

Now they looked like grandfather and grandson in harmony, showing no sign that the two had just been fighting to the death. Tang Chen and Tang San tacitly avoided mentioning what had just happened.

"Tang Yuehua is not suitable to succeed as sect leader because of her female status. The future of Haotian Sect depends entirely on you. As a fine young man of Haotian Sect, your great-grandfather hopes that you will not shirk your responsibilities."

"Don't worry, great-grandfather, I will do my best to bring the Haotian Sect back to the top of the continent."

"Okay." With Tang San's assurance, Tang Chen smiled with relief, then gathered his last bit of power and unleashed a dark purple light that entered Tang San's brow.

Before Tang San could react, he began to explain:

"These are my insights from using the Clear Sky Hammer over the years, including my experience in practicing several of the Clear Sky Sect's ultimate techniques. I hope they will be helpful to you."

"Thank you, Great-Grandfather. Tang San will not let you down."

"Good Asura God. The subsequent assessment should include a divine artifact. This Asura Sword is on me; you...find a way to gain its approval."

After uttering his last words in fits and starts, Tang Chen closed his eyes forever. At the same time, the cold male voice echoed in Tang San's mind once more.

"The sixth test of the Asura God has been completed by killing the King of Slaughter. The reward is an increase of 3000 years in the age of all soul rings and soul bones, and an increase of 10% in affinity with the Asura God."

"The seventh trial of the Asura God: Absorb and refine the corpse of the King of Slaughter to achieve a divine and demonic body."

The rewards for the sixth test and the content of the seventh test arrived at the same time, causing Tang San's expression to change again as he was about to bury his great-grandfather. After only a second of hesitation, Tang San successfully convinced himself.

"If my great-grandfather were still alive, he would approve of my decision. I'm sorry, great-grandfather!"

After receiving the rewards from the sixth trial, all seven spirit rings of the Clear Sky Hammer were strengthened to a certain extent, and their color changed to a deep purple. At the same time, the increase in the age of the spirit bones also greatly enhanced the power of his spirit bone skills, which can be considered a considerable improvement.

Sitting cross-legged to adjust his physical condition to its best, Tang San immediately began his seventh trial in the Hall of Slaughter. The Blue Silver Grass transformed into sharp vines that pierced into Tang Chen's corpse, and pure soul power began to flow into his body continuously.

However, Tang Chen's cultivation as a Limit Douluo was too powerful, and the process of absorbing and refining him could not be completed overnight. Tang San began his long absorption process.

Half a year passed quietly. When Tang San opened his scarlet eyes again, his cultivation had reached the bottleneck of the Soul Douluo level. He only needed to obtain a Soul Ring to break through. Moreover, he could feel that after absorbing the residual energy of his great-grandfather's body, his cultivation was far more than just reaching the Soul Douluo level.

The specifics will only be known after the soul ring is successfully attached, but this seemingly simple task of hunting souls has already given Tang San a headache.

Having suffered persecution in the Star Dou Great Forest several times, he developed a fear of Soul Hunting. He didn't want to add another hundred-year eighth Soul Ring, especially since he had no idea if anyone was waiting for him outside the Slaughter City.

"We can't hunt souls if we don't go out, but going out will bring endless dangers. What should we do?"

Fortunately, the cold notification in his mind didn't bother him for too long. Tang San smiled knowingly, as if he had found a pillow when he was sleepy.

"Seventh Trial of the Asura God: Successfully refined the corpse of the King of Slaughter to achieve the body of a ghost god. Reward: one divine soul ring, all soul rings' age increased by 3000 years, and the affinity with the Asura God increased by 10%."

Leaving aside this divinely bestowed spirit ring, all of Tang San's spirit rings with the Clear Sky Hammer are approaching the ten-thousand-year limit. If he can have such an experience after completing the next test, it will be a huge boost for him. There is still a fundamental difference between a ten-thousand-year spirit ring and a thousand-year spirit ring.

The purpose of the divinely bestowed spirit ring appeared in Tang San's mind the moment the reward was distributed. This was the reward that satisfied Tang San the most, and it could be said to have solved his urgent problem.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San crushed the ball of light in his hand and began to summon the Clear Sky Hammer to absorb the divinely bestowed soul ring. He was also looking forward to obtaining an eighth soul ring with a limit of how many years.

The event lasted for nearly five days. When the last trace of darkness on the divinely bestowed soul ring disappeared and it transformed into a completely blood-red color, Tang San's pair of purple eyes instantly opened.

Looking at his first 100,000-year spirit ring, Tang San was overjoyed and felt that all the suffering he had endured was worthwhile.

(End of this chapter)