Douluo Continent: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

Whoosh!

Before she could react, a large hand reached out from the spatial passage and lifted her up.

The rightmost head of the three-headed Crimson Demon Mastiff, a dedicated bodyguard, glanced at the spatial passage, sensed the familiar aura within, and then lay down for a short rest.

"Little guy, don't you know how to dodge when you see a spatial passage? Aren't you afraid of getting stepped on?" Tang Shan stepped out of the silver light, curiously examining the three-eyed golden lion in his hand.

"I am an imperial auspicious beast, who would step on me? Also, don't call me little guy, I'm older than you, okay?" A clear female voice rang out from the three-eyed golden lion's mouth. She struggled with all her might, but she just couldn't break free from Tang Shan's "clutches".

Tang Shan's eyelids twitched. In the entire Douluo Continent, this auspicious beast might be the only one who could talk about being old so comfortably. Didn't he see that Gu Yue beside him was already starting to emit sand vapor?

Sensing the unfriendly gaze from Gu Yue, the Three-Eyed Golden Lion decisively chose to remain silent. It seemed that she had sown discord between her and her master, a great danger indeed!

Tang Shan put the three-eyed golden lion down and stretched his body. Gu Yue squatted down and gently stroked the three-eyed golden lion's soft fur. The three-eyed golden lion was very "sensible" and let Gu Yue do whatever she wanted to it.

"Where do we go next?" Gu Yue stood up again and asked Tang Shan.

"Let's go back to Tiandou City first. My sudden departure and the axe-splitting of the Papal Palace have probably worried many people," Tang Shan decided.

……

Spirit world

After seeing Tang Shan split Bibi Dong in two with an axe, Rakshasa Goddess prepared to remove the "observation window," but she never expected to discover a potential candidate suitable for her divine position.

"This seems to be the choice of that angel woman. What the hell is this body of corrupted soul power?" Rakshasa God had experienced too many shocks today and originally thought she would no longer be shocked, but when she saw Qian Renxue with dark light flowing around her, she still opened her mouth in surprise.

The divine realm is known for punishing evil and promoting good. The inheritor of the Angel God, who ascended to godhood by defeating the evil soul masters of Douluo Continent, has actually fallen and become evil. This is simply hilarious.

Upon closer inspection, the Rakshasa God's expression grew increasingly strange. "This is the first case of corruption and demonization in the Angel Clan to date. He possesses a talent for corrupting soul skills and can continuously create evil soul masters. Good heavens, really good heavens."

On one hand, they create evil spirit masters to harvest lives and communicate with them to improve their cultivation. On the other hand, angels can purify evil spirit masters to increase their cultivation. They have really figured out how to manipulate evil spirit masters.

Even though Qian Renxue has not yet infected any evil spirit masters, Rakshasa God is still tempted. Compared to that abstract and insane inheritor, this girl from the angel family is the best candidate to inherit Rakshasa God's position.

But she also had the Angel God behind her. The Rakshasa God hesitated only slightly before transferring the inheritance qualification from Bibi Dong's body to Qian Renxue without hesitation—who cares about the Angel God, it's your own fault for not starting the divine test, it's all about first come, first served.

Just in case, the Rakshasa God directly initiated a divine test, reserving the pit first.

……

In the spacious hall, a group of worshippers gathered together, each with a worried expression, looking at Qian Renxue in the center.

"Brother, we've locked that woman up." Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, two Douluo, emerged from around the corner and reported to Qian Daoliu in the center.

Qian Daoliu nodded casually. He had no time to care about Bibi Dong at the moment; his most important concern was his corrupted granddaughter.

At this moment, Qian Renxue was lifted up by Qian Daoliu's powerful soul force and suspended in mid-air. Her plain white dress was shrouded in black mist, and her brilliant golden hair turned into a deep black like an abyss. Her eyelids trembled slightly, and a hint of pain appeared on her face.

All the offerings were helpless. Qian Renxue's soul power went berserk, her mental strength was greatly damaged, and her aura became weak.

If it were any other evil soul master, even to save someone, Qian Daoliu would not hesitate to pour his holy soul power into the other person's body, even if the holy soul power would harm the other person, he would not care at all.

Although the Spirit Hall will not radically label all awakened spirit masters as evil spirit masters, they will not hesitate to take action if they can save a spirit master with an evil spirit master whose life is in danger by abolishing their cultivation.

Unfortunately, the target this time was the future hope of their Spirit Hall, and the clash between the two extreme spirit powers could easily cause damage to the body, and even a slight mistake could endanger life.

"Great Elder, make your move. Stabilize Xiaoxue's injuries first. If we delay any longer, the evil soul power is very likely to invade her internal organs, and the damage from purification will only be greater then." Golden Crocodile Douluo exhaled and spoke slowly.

“Alright.” Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged on the ground, his Limit Douluo-level soul power slowly surging, carefully flowing into Qian Renxue’s body under his exquisite control.

Qian Daoliu was prepared to withdraw his soul power at any time, fearing that his sacred soul power would clash with his granddaughter's soul power. Before the two even came into contact, a strange change had already occurred.

Qian Renxue's soul power did not erupt or clash. Sensing that sacred aura, it smoothly transformed its own characteristics. The evil and depravity that led people astray vanished without a trace, and the sacred attribute that purified everything reappeared.

Under the stunned gazes of the top spirit masters of the Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue's aura stabilized in a very short time, her mental strength began to recover, and the pain between her brows quickly disappeared.

As for the previously violent and chaotic soul power that seemed to have gone mad, it has now become gentle water, flowing very orderly through Qian Renxue's meridians.

"Ah, this..." If it weren't for the obvious corruption of soul power just now, and the fact that the memory was so vivid, one might have even begun to doubt whether their own memory was faulty. After all, how could a six-winged angel soul master, the nemesis of evil soul masters, possibly fall into corruption?

hum!

A peculiar fluctuation descended from the sky, and the next moment, a purplish-black light emerged from the side hall. Before the group of old men could react, the purplish-black light had already condensed into a miniature sickle pattern on Qian Renxue's forehead.

"How is this possible!" Qian Daoliu completely lost his composure. He was certainly familiar with that purplish-black light; it was clearly the divine inheritance on Bibi Dong's body. But why would a god who leans towards evil choose his granddaughter? And can divine inheritance be transferred?

The moment the doubt arose in his heart, Qian Daoliu had the answer. Recalling the unprecedented corrupted soul power, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

hum!

Another soul-shaking tremor resounded, and the majestic angel statue behind her, whose face was obscured, shone with golden light. A dense, divine power surged forth from the statue and fell upon Qian Renxue as well.

In a daze, Qian Daoliu's consciousness seemed to transcend time and space, hearing a clear and heroic shout: "Rakshasa, what are you doing! She is my successor!"

The power of Rakshasa and the power of God raged within Qian Renxue's body. However, the owners of these two advanced powers were clearly unwilling to give up such a promising talent. Although they continuously caused damage to Qian Renxue, they were also constantly healing her injuries. Qian Renxue's body continued to improve in this cycle of decay and revival, annihilation and rebirth.

If Tang Shan knew everything that had happened to Qian Renxue, he would most likely sigh: an impressive family background, a powerful martial spirit, an invincible background, and conflicting forces—she's definitely a classic overpowered protagonist template.

"Great Elder, this..." Lion Douluo's expression changed drastically. He was about to step forward to check when he was pulled back by Azure Phoenix Douluo.

"It must be that the Rakshasa God also chose Xiaoxue, which attracted the attention of the Venerable God. We cannot interfere."

Qian Daoliu was helpless. He wanted to help the Angel God, but the battlefield between the two gods was his granddaughter's body. For his granddaughter's safety and to prevent any accidents from happening due to reckless interference, he ultimately chose to stand by and watch.

P.S.: The last chapter was reviewed because the author went too far with their own ideas. Most of today was spent revising the last chapter, so it's only 4000 words. Tomorrow, barring any unforeseen circumstances, it should be 6000 words.

Chapter 486 Rakshasa VS Angel

The laws were vast and powerful, and brilliant golden light enveloped the sky. Divine power spread across the land, bringing the vast region under its control.

Six pairs of wings blotted out the sky and sun, overcoming the barriers of the divine realm, and continuously drawing upon the immense energy originating from the great sun.

"Rakshasa, why did you harm my successor? And even pass on your filthy divine position to her?" The Angel God was furious, and the holy flames on his body distorted the stable space of the divine realm.

A purplish-black pillar of light shot into the sky. The Rakshasa Goddess's face was ashen, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand gleamed with a chilling light. Looking at the Angel Goddess in the distance, she retorted without any politeness: "Angel bitch, how dare you say such a thing? Don't you even know who your successor is? Was it me who forcibly bestowed the divine position upon her, or was she originally suited for it?"

At first, Rakshasa God was somewhat guilty, after all, she had taken the inheritance of other gods for no reason and was in the wrong. But after being mocked by Angel God and having her divine position labeled as dirty, she could no longer tolerate it.

Ultimately, whether Bibi Dong is inherently evil or the Six-Winged Angel, the nemesis of evil spirit masters, is evil after her fall, there's no need for much judgment.

The Angel God's face turned pale and then red. She noticed Qian Renxue's condition and had to admit that the other party was indeed suitable to inherit the Rakshasa God's position. But she was her Angel God's descendant. What was the difference between this and being NTR'd in person?

"The person I've chosen first, even if they're suitable for your divine position, so what? You still have to give me an explanation." The angel god's eyes narrowed, and he took the initiative to attack. The two perfect laws of light and purification wrapped around the angel's holy sword, and with a fierce slash, the sword light that traversed the sky directly struck the purple-black pillar of light where the Rakshasa god was located.

"You wretch, you're courting death!" Rakshasa God sneered, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe suddenly slashed horizontally. Death and evil laws followed, and purple-black energy shot out, corroding a dark passage in the space it passed through.

Two divine powers, each carrying the might of the laws, suddenly collided in mid-air. There was no roar, only the annihilation of everything.

"Great Sun, Angel, Eye of the Sun!" The Angel God uttered a soft shout, and the six pairs of wings behind him, which were constantly drawing energy from the stars, suddenly shone brightly. Golden-red flames condensed in front of him, and a solar ray burst forth instantly.

"Rakshasa Demon Sea, all things return to silence!" The Rakshasa God's divine power surged, and his vast domain naturally expanded. The surging divine power transformed into an ocean filled with resentment and the power of death. The waves surged and collided once again with the solar rays that were pressing in front of him.

"Watching two goddesses fight is really interesting." Poseidon, the sea god, watched the clash between the angel god and the rakshasa god with great interest, and did not forget to comment: "This rakshasa is no good. Her scythe is so long, she will definitely attack the angel's armor. And the angel is the same, she only has a long robe. Isn't the angel's holy sword quite sharp? It can be cleaved in two."

Sensing that the other first-level deities were rapidly approaching, Poseidon decisively suppressed the lewdness on his face, becoming serious and solemn—"I am the Sea God, full of majesty."

"Poseidon, I never expected you to be so improper?" The voice that suddenly sounded from behind startled Poseidon. He turned around abruptly and saw a man in black standing behind him, with a woman in white beside him.

Poseidon sensed that the woman was looking at him with disdain, as if she had seen something dirty.

"It's over. My lifelong reputation is ruined." Poseidon thought anxiously, his expression stiff and embarrassed: "Darkness, Light, when did you arrive?"

"Don't worry, I didn't hear anything, and I definitely arrived later than you." The God of Darkness patted Poseidon on the shoulder, saying this in a way that seemed to imply something was amiss.

"Scumbag!" The Goddess of Light's comment was much simpler and sharper. After all, she and the Angel God usually had an extremely good relationship. How could she not be angry when her friend was slandered?

Poseidon decisively ignored the goddess of light's taunts. There was nothing he could do; light and darkness were a couple, and he simply couldn't defeat them when they attacked together.

As time went by, one first-level deity after another arrived. None of them intervened; instead, they watched with great interest this rare battle between the gods.

"It's been a long time since it's been this lively. First-level gods are directly waging war. How many years has it been since something like this happened in the God Realm?" The God of Fire couldn't help but sigh, and the other first-level gods largely agreed with him.

The God Realm occupies a vast territory, including Douluo Star. Wherever they go, no one dares to disobey them. These gods spend all their time in the God Realm and are getting bored to death. This is why they want to pass on their divine positions.

"Light, why are the angels fighting with the Rakshasa?" Rong Nianbing, the God of Emotions, asked the Goddess of Light, who was standing beside him, as she brandished her Ghost Carving Divine Blade. The Goddess of Light had close ties with the Angel God and should know the inside story.

"It seems that the Rakshasa stole the angel's successor," the Goddess of Light said uncertainly.

What?! The Rakshasa stole the angel's successor? The gods present felt like their ears were playing tricks on them. Otherwise, how could they have heard such an absurd statement as the Rakshasa stealing the angel's successor?

On one side is like a star, illuminating all things; on the other side is gloomy and mysterious, where evil perishes. The two are completely unrelated, and can even be said to be absolutely opposed. How could they possibly steal the successor of a god?

Poseidon, the sea god, raised an eyelid. He unconsciously recalled the little tricks he had played on the successor chosen by Shura, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty: Rakshasa had stolen the successor of the angels, and they had started fighting. If Shura knew that I had stolen his person, wouldn't he want to chop me to pieces?

Speak of the devil, and he appears. Before Poseidon's thoughts had fully settled, a blood-red light materialized out of thin air, and the Asura God, shrouded in a blood-red robe, appeared before the gods.

As the enforcer of the divine realm and the one who holds the authority to judge killings, he is usually the one to make the rulings when gods have disputes or even fight each other.

"Greetings, God of Asura." The various first-level deities bowed slightly, showing due respect to the God-King who stood at the pinnacle of the God Realm.

"Why did they start fighting?" The God of Asura immediately turned his gaze to the Goddess of Light. The Goddess of Light hesitated for a moment, but still brought out that "nonsense" reason.

"The Rakshasa stole the angel's successor, interesting?" The Asura God did not make a decision immediately. Blood-red divine power condensed in front of him, and following the connection in the dark, he casually waved his hand.

The next moment, the image inside the offering hall appeared before his eyes. Looking at Qian Renxue, who was in a coma with two divine markings reflecting each other on her forehead, the Asura God fell silent.

As a god-king, the Asura God had extraordinary insight. He saw the problem almost at a glance. Qian Renxue had excellent compatibility with both the Rakshasa God position and the Angel God position. Moreover, she could switch freely between Fallen Soul Power and Divine Soul Power, which was simply outrageous.

"The Rakshasa's divine position is indeed highly compatible with the angel's descendant; it's not that she forcibly bestowed the inheritance." The Asura God glanced at the various first-level deities and continued, "But after all, she is the angel's descendant; it's not appropriate to forcibly seize her successor. Let's separate them first."

The expressions of the various first-level deities were somewhat strange. Since the Asura God hadn't deliberately concealed his observations of Qian Renxue, they had naturally noticed the somewhat eerie situation surrounding her. It could only be said that the Angel God was truly unlucky to have produced such an eccentric descendant. But then again, why would the Angel God, who was always righteous, holy, and radiant, have a descendant inclined towards evil? Wasn't there something wrong with that?

The Asura God naturally ignored the subtle thoughts of the other deities, and his blood-red sword light condensed out of thin air, slashing straight towards the center of the collision between the Angel God and the Rakshasa God.

"Great Sun, Angel, Ten Thousand Suns Descend to Heaven!" "Rakshasa, Wither, Soul-Devouring Dead Sea!" With two soft shouts, tens of thousands of golden-red flames and the lifeless, pitch-black Dead Sea suddenly surged, and all the laws mastered by the two gods were integrated into this divine skill.

Whoosh!

Wherever the pitch-black seawater passed, space vanished and all things ceased to exist. This was because the divine realm was more stable than the lower planes. If the Rakshasa God were to unleash his full power in the lower planes, this attack could completely engulf the entire plane, causing countless lives to perish.

Behind the boiling flames, countless clones condensed, and tens of thousands of clones suddenly erupted, sending wave after wave of enormous golden-red fireballs crashing directly into the dark Dead Sea.

The sun shines brightly over the sea, where the sky meets the water.

Evaporation and erosion, sacred and evil, fire and water—the two are constantly annihilating each other, clashing against each other, seemingly without end.

A crimson sword light descended from the sky, seemingly slashing down from a higher dimension. It swept past the Dead Sea and the Myriad Suns, bringing the two unfathomable torrents of energy to an abrupt halt, before they died silently.

The concept of judgment and slaughter directly kills divine skills. No matter how powerful or how many perfect laws one possesses, they cannot withstand a casual strike from a god-king's accompanying concept.

The Angel God took a deep breath, withdrew her divine power, and transformed into a golden-haired woman whose features bore a resemblance to Qian Renxue. Six wings unfurled behind her, and she slowly flew towards the Asura God.

"Hmph." The Rakshasa God snorted coldly, put away the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, glared fiercely at the Angel God, and without the slightest hesitation, flew to the Asura God as well.

"Rakshasa, why are you competing with the Angel God for the successor?" As the judgment truly began, the pressure of the Asura God King spread out slightly, enveloping the two deities.

"I didn't steal her successor. You know, that girl from the lower plane didn't have a divine inheritance back then," the Rakshasa God said matter-of-factly.