Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect.

Chapter 558 Pardon
Tang San's gaze, like a deep pool, calmly swept over each of the soul beast faces, whether ferocious or majestic, and he continued:

"I have no intention of forcibly changing the deep-rooted relationship between Soul Masters and Soul Beasts. The law of the jungle is the cornerstone of this world. Forcible interference will only cause more unpredictable chaos and backlash."

Hearing that Tang San didn't intend to settle scores later, the overlords of the sea spirit beasts breathed a sigh of relief. Some of them followed the Deep Sea Demon Dragon King, but most of the hundred-thousand-year-old sea spirit beasts were wiped out by the aftermath of the war, leaving behind only the grotesque and deformed ones.

Tang San shifted his tone slightly, displaying a calm and collected demeanor as if he were in complete control: "However, the war has already altered the landscape of the continent. Some changes are irreversible and cannot be reversed. In the future, the Sun Moon Continent will border the Douluo Continent. I will assist the Snow Empress in reshaping a vast ice plain in the north suitable for the survival of far-northern spirit beasts. As for the future division of territories and resource competition among you spirit beasts... I will not interfere. Everything will depend on your individual strength."

"Let nature...carry out its cruel and just selection process."

The atmosphere within the sacred ground did not ease much after the words were spoken. Some of the weaker soul beast overlords secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least this supreme expert had not completely favored humans; but the brows of many more powerful soul beasts furrowed even more deeply.

At this moment, the middle head of the three-headed dog raised, its voice hoarse and heavy, voicing the deepest fear in the hearts of all the soul beasts:

"Tang San... Lord, although you have stated that you will not interfere, you yourself are the biggest variable. You are human, a Soul Master, your existence, your god-slaying power, and those humans around you who possess divine trials... have already completely shattered the balance!"

Despair gleamed in the eyes of all three of its heads:

"Even if you stand idly by, your legacy, your descendants, and the generation of powerful humans you created—their existence is like a sword hanging over the heads of all of us soul beasts! If this continues, soul beasts... will ultimately be unable to escape the fate of being gradually devoured until extinction! We... have no future!"

"We have no divine test."

It was an unknown soul beast that uttered those six words, a chilling weight that weighed on the hearts of all the soul beasts, as cold as ten thousand years of icy ice, in a trembling and extremely bitter voice.

These six simple words encapsulate the tragedy of the Soul Beast race. They have lived for countless years, witnessing the changing of the times, yet no matter how powerful a Soul Beast is, even one like Di Tian, ​​whose cultivation and strength are at their peak, they are still firmly stuck outside the gate to godhood, enduring the seemingly endless tribulations that grow more terrifying with each passing year.

Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, though not yet gods, already possess the power to crush 100,000-year-old soul beasts through divine trials. They wield divine artifacts and wear divine armor. This disparity is despair-inducing.

Tang San met the gazes of all the soul beasts, a mixture of seeking confirmation, despair, and the last glimmer of hope. Without the slightest hesitation, he directly and coldly revealed the bloody truth: "You guessed right."

“Soul beasts have been shackled since ancient times, preventing them from becoming gods.”

"The tribulation you endure once every 100,000 years is not a test, but... an obstacle, a calamity of destruction that prevents you from taking that final step."

"But for human soul masters, there is no such tribulation on the path to godhood."

boom!
Despite the earlier suspicions, when Tang San confirmed this cruel truth in such a calm and authoritative tone, all the Soul Beast Overlords felt as if they had been struck by an invisible thunderbolt, their minds trembling violently, as if they had fallen into an ice cave!

Their last shred of hope was utterly shattered. They faced not only the strongest of an era, but also a rule that, from its very foundation, destined them to never rise again—a rule that filled them with despair! "However," Tang San's words pierced the suffocating silence like a sharp sword, "the Deep Sea Demon Dragon King seized the Sea God's position. In the end, it not only successfully transformed into a dragon, but also ascended to the position of Sea God."

Tang San calmly stated this fact, his gaze sweeping over the beasts as he continued to deliver even more shocking information: "The reason why you soul beasts cannot cultivate into gods on your own is not because the rules of the God Realm reject you, nor because the gods themselves do not allow it. In fact, the divine trials and inheritances established by the gods of the God Realm do not exclude soul beasts. The power of godhood is also suitable for soul beasts to inherit."

Tang San paused, his voice carrying a profound insight, and said, "And I know that the true reason why you cannot become gods comes from... a specific god, or rather, a god-king."

Tang San's keen eyes captured the changing expressions of the spirit beasts present. When he noticed Xue Di's expression, which was different from the other spirit beasts—a mixture of understanding and complexity—a strange light flashed in his eyes. Xue Di knew part of the inside story.

As if all the previous build-up had been for this moment, Tang San's voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable determination and promise: "But, I can help you... remove this shackle of 'being unable to become a god'."

!!!

These words were like a giant boulder thrown into a calm lake! All the soul beasts, including the Beast God Di Tian who was always as calm as a mountain, held their breath for a moment, their huge pupils contracted, and they stared intently at Tang San. You could hear a pin drop in the holy land!
They were all waiting, waiting for this Soul Master, who had already stood at the pinnacle of the world, to reveal his true purpose in summoning all the Soul Beasts in the world!

Undeniably, Tang San's words held an irresistible allure for the soul beasts who had been shrouded in the shadow of heavenly tribulations for countless years, struggling in vain for any hope of the path to godhood! This was the ultimate desire buried deep within their bloodlines, a desire they dared not even contemplate!
A faint smile, brimming with boundless confidence, played on Tang San's lips as he continued, "I will go to the God Realm. Even if I don't become a god, with my current power, Douluo Star will be unable to sustain my existence for at most a hundred years. After I ascend to the God Realm, I will bestow upon you soul beasts what you most desire. When I return in triumph, no matter what the source of your heavenly tribulations may be, no matter what entity has placed the restriction preventing soul beasts from becoming gods—"

"I, Tang San, pardon you!"

"I will remove the heavenly tribulation punishment imposed on you and allow you... to ascend to the realm of gods and attain divine status!"

"!!!"

Shocking! Absolutely shocking!

Almost all the spirit beasts present were frozen in place as if petrified, their minds blank. Only a few, such as the Snow Empress and Ice Empress from the Arctic Continent, remained relatively calm because they already knew some of the inside story.

Di Tian, ​​the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King who knew the root of everything lay in the problems left over from the Dragon God War, was utterly shaken! He understood better than anyone what Tang San's words meant—this was no simple ascension to godhood; it was about shattering the old rules and re-establishing order! It was about wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace!

This isn't about adapting to the rules; it's about breaking and even rewriting them!
Tang San's words were certainly exhilarating, but some soul beasts still maintained their rationality. The ancient divine tree, which had lived for countless millennia, remained silent for a long time before its branches rustled, and a deep, aged voice slowly resounded:

"Lord Tang, please forgive my bluntness... What you're doing is nothing more than painting us an unattainable pie."

(End of this chapter)