Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit

Chapter 267 Tang San's Split Soul

The explosion didn't last long, it was almost instantaneous, but the impact on Tang San was far more than just fleeting.

He revealed his pain mask directly on the throne of the sea god, his body instinctively arching as he tried to reduce the pain.

Physical pain is nothing to a deity; the real issue is the pain that comes from the depths of the soul and strikes directly at the divine consciousness.

The explosion in his soul directly shattered Tang San's soul into nine pieces, and he instinctively tried to use his divine power to mend the broken pieces.

"stop!"

"Don't touch my soul! You're really asking for death!"

A familiar voice suddenly rang in Tang San's consciousness; it was clearly Tang San's own voice.

"That's right!"

"What do you think you're doing?! How dare you touch my soul?"

Tang San was a bit confused. His consciousness was in complete chaos. Including his main consciousness, there were a total of nine voices arguing with each other in his consciousness.

"who are you?!"

"How did it get into my head?!"

Soon a voice came out and angrily rebuked him.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Am I the god of the sea?"

"I also want to ask who you are?!"

"How dare you try to take control from me!"

"You truly deserve to die a righteous death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San's divine sense was mobilized, attempting to seize control of his body.

Tang San's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly suppressed the rebellious divine sense.

"Your body?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"That's my body!"

Another divine sense emerged, taking advantage of Tang San's distraction to snatch his left hand and then deliver a hard slap to his left cheek.

"That's utter nonsense!"

"I, the God of Asura, have never seen such a shameless person as you!"

A third stream of divine consciousness emerged and took control of Tang San's right leg.

"Back in the day, I quelled the Spirit Hall and slew the two evil gods, Angel and Rakshasa! How have I fallen to this state today!"

"I am the rightful owner of this body!"

The fourth divine sense forcefully invaded Tang San's left leg.

The remaining consciousnesses were not to be outdone; the fifth controlled the right hand, the sixth the torso, and the seventh defied the odds and seized control of the corpus cavernosum.

The eighth consciousness, suppressed by the main consciousness, seized the opportunity to take over the right cheek.

Of his enormous body, Tang San could only control his left cheek at this moment, which was still burning from the large slap he had just received.

"Bastard!"

"How can one body contain nine consciousnesses?!"

"Your name is already in the Book of Life and Death! You have already found your way to death!"

"Ha! What's the use of just talking? Do you dare to have a match with me?"

"Whoever wins, is the master of this body!"

Tang San watched helplessly as his body began to move, stepping off the divine throne. Then, his left hand attacked his right, his right leg struck his left, his torso attempted to rebel, his right cheek made faces, and he stuck out his tongue, trying to attack his left cheek.

Even the corpora cavernosa began to swell with blood, trying to fight against the left and right legs.

Even if Michael Jackson were here, upon seeing Tang San's movements at this moment, he would have to take off his glasses and analyze them frame by frame, realizing that Tang San was the true king of dance!
Tang San's main consciousness immediately understood what had happened; each of his soul fragments possessed its own consciousness.

The fragment of one's own main consciousness is the largest and most central, possessing the most control.

"Everyone stop it!"

The main consciousness suddenly exerted its power, taking advantage of occupying the largest fragment of the soul, forcibly suppressing the other eight consciousnesses and barely taking over the entire body.

After only a brief moment of silence, the other eight consciousnesses began to surge even more wildly, even joining forces to attack the main consciousness.

"This guy has the most control, let's take him out first!"

"Damn it! My corpus cavernosum is too short; I can't hit this guy's face!"

"How dare you ride roughshod over me! You deserve to die!"

Tang San had heard the phrase "it is right to die" countless times; these guys were practically using it as a period.

"I said! Stop it all!" "Then listen to me!"

Tang San gritted his teeth and used a large amount of his divine sense to suppress the consciousness of these guys.

Just when he had almost exhausted all his controllable divine sense, he managed to suppress these guys.

"You all have memories! You should know what just happened? We were ambushed by those nascent Gods of Original Sin!"

“You were all originally part of my consciousness, but now you’ve been separated. Listen to me for now, and we’ll figure out how to restore you later.”

After a moment of silence, one of the consciousnesses within the body spoke sarcastically:
"Listen to you?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Still integrated as one?"

"But this is just a delaying tactic; you probably don't intend to devour us outright, do you?"

"In your eyes, we all have a way to die."

"Let's be frank! We're all Tang San; who doesn't know what his little schemes are?"

"Let's not talk about becoming one!"

"Either fight or shut up!"

Tang San felt a slight ache in his teeth. All eight consciousnesses were "Tang San," each with its own memories. He knew very well that not only was his own main consciousness at fault, but these sub-consciousnesses were probably also trying to devour other consciousnesses and take control of this body.

The person who knows Tang San best is Tang San himself. It's impossible to convince them with words alone. The most urgent task now is to divert attention from internal conflicts and at least get his body back under control.

He was already struggling to suppress these guys with his divine sense, let alone take any further action. If this continued, he would probably be beaten to death by the mob once his divine sense was exhausted.

He knew himself all too well. If these guys realized they couldn't have this body, they would rather destroy it than let someone else benefit from it.

"Isn't our top priority revenge?"

Who turned us into this?

"Aren't they those original sin gods who already have a way to die?"

"Let's unite against external threats first!"

The eight consciousnesses paused for a moment, then slowly released their struggle against the body, allowing Tang San to catch his breath.

"Those bastards from the God of Original Sin deserve to die! How dare they plot against me?"

"I really underestimated them!"

"Even if you're going to fry them, why not fry them evenly? What's the point of having pieces that are big and pieces that are small?"

"Kill those Sin Gods first!"

"So what happens next? Who will take control of this body? Won't we still have to fight? Don't talk to me about co-controlling it, that's simply unrealistic!"

Tang San's mind raced, and he quickly said:

“Body sculpting is not difficult.”

"I will then create eight more bodies for you to use."

"At that time, we will join forces to fight against the God of Destruction!"

"Tang San won't lie to Tang San!"

The eight consciousnesses released their final restraints on Tang San, seemingly acquiescing to his plan.

Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes, directed both at the God of Original Sin and at these consciousnesses.

A world can't even accommodate two Tang Sans, let alone nine.

Don't they know themselves well enough? Once they give them bodies, they'll definitely try to kill everyone else, including themselves.

Tang San will not allow another Tang San to appear!

Coincidentally, other members of the "eight-legged essay" mentality also think this way.

Tang San Number One: "There's a proper way to die! The ghosts won't believe you. I'll kill you when your soul is separated."

Tang San #2: "There's a right way to die! Tang San doesn't lie to Tang San? If I believed that, would I still be Tang San? Just you wait until my soul splits!"

Tang San No. 4: "You think I'd give you a god-king level body and godhood for free? You think you can fool me? We'll see when the soul splits!"

Tang San No. 5: "You think I'd just give Xiao Wu away for free? She's my wife! I'll torture you to death when I split my soul!"

Tang San No. 6: "My soul fragment is the smallest, so I can't guarantee they won't attack me first. I must strike first!"

.........

Tang San No. 9: "You dare call yourselves Tang San? Just wait, this world will only allow one Tang San to exist!"

Although they each had their own ideas, they all said the same thing:
"Revenge first!"

(End of this chapter)