In Douluo Continent, Tang San raids my base right from the start.

Chapter 431 A Prophecy Fulfilled!

One month later, in a small mountain village outside the academy in Wuhun City.

"Greetings, senior!" Upon his return, Qian Daoliu rushed over to pay his respects.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Wu, who was sitting in a rattan chair with his eyes closed, asked, looking up.

"Senior, I have already passed on the cultivation method you once gave to Poseidon." Qian Daoliu said, feeling it necessary to say this. "Since the people of Tianlong Island have chosen to worship the Angel God and you, I feel it is our duty to help and support each other."

Zhu Wu looked him up and down, then laughed and said, "I told you, it's best not to jump to conclusions, okay?"

How could you guess that? A look of embarrassment immediately appeared on Qian Daoliu's face.

It really was a self-fulfilling prophecy!

"Alright, it's done. Consider it a contribution to the well-being of the people of Tianlong Island." Zhu Wu said calmly.

"If there's nothing else, you can go now. Let me know when the banquet is held."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu slightly bowed and turned to leave. He had agreed with Poseidon that when his granddaughter was a little older, he would hand over the position of Grand High Priest to his son, Qian Xunji, and the position of Pope would be held by the Holy Maiden Bibi Dong. At that time, he would settle down on Tianlong Island.

Compared to the mainland, the vast and expansive sea needs his assistance in spreading the Angel God's faith even more. After all, the Spirit Hall's position on the mainland is already established, and the situation is relatively stable, while Tianlong Island is just starting out.

On the other side, the Haotian Sect.

Tang Chen returned to the sect looking somewhat dejected. After briefly greeting his children and grandchildren, he went straight to his room.

"The Spirit Hall, Tianlong Island, and the gods..." Thinking of the Spirit Hall's current status on the continent and Tianlong Island's future development on the seas, with two god-level powerhouses behind them, one of whom had a falling out with the sect due to his grandson's recklessness, and considering he himself couldn't even defeat Qian Daoliu and Poseidon under the dual gods, he felt immense pressure.

Although neither of these two super powers is currently targeting the Haotian Sect, who can say for sure what the future holds?

As the leader of the sect, he had to plan ahead and make thorough preparations for the sake of his clan.

"The only way to break this deadlock is for me to become a god myself." After thinking it over, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Even the flaws in his granddaughter Tang Yuehua's martial soul can be successfully resolved if he can become a god.

It's always better to rely on yourself than to ask others for help!

"Become a god?" He knew he couldn't do it on his own in a short time, so he thought of finding a god to inherit.

Having known Qian Daoliu for many years, and having learned about the situation at Seagod Island during his trip to Tianlong Island, he now knows that the gods have left behind a legacy in the lower realm.

In this world, besides angels and sea gods, there may be other places where other deities have left their legacy.

"Perhaps I need to travel around too." With that thought, he got up and left the house.

Two days later, he handed over the affairs of the sect to his son Tang Wei and went out to travel in peace.

Several months later, they found and entered the Killing City.

"This place can actually seal my soul rings and soul skills!" He sensed something unusual as soon as he entered, and was surprised.

Before long, he easily passed the test of entering by improper means, obtained the token, and entered the city to meet the guide.

And from his words, we learned the reason for the formation of the killing ground.

"Could the domain left behind by a Soul Master after breaking through to level 100 be a place of inheritance?"

My mind couldn't help but speculate.

"Unable to use the skills attached to spirit rings, but can use martial spirits and spirit power. Achieving a hundred victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena, and then clearing the Hell Road to be crowned the God of Slaughter. Is this the test left behind by that god?" His eyes flashed, and he became interested.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately asked the guide to lead him to the City of Slaughter.

With Tang Chen's cultivation level and his self-created soul skill, victory was easily achieved, and he continued to win in subsequent battles. He achieved a hundred victories in less than a year and a half. The reason it took so long was due to the difficulty in assembling a suitable opponent.

Without any suspense, they smoothly entered the path to hell and successfully passed through.

He strode through the portal, felt a blur in his consciousness, and then found himself in a vast white space. Endless killing intent seeped out from all directions, surging into his martial soul space. It then flowed to his brow, finally condensing into a peculiar blood-red mark.

The next second, an extremely cold voice rang in my mind.

"The First Test of the Asura God."

"Asura God," Tang Chen murmured, pondering briefly before deciding to complete the assessment that had suddenly appeared in his mind.

The first test was very simple and was completed quickly; the only reward was increased affinity.

"I've been out for so long, it's time to go back to the sect and take a look," Tang Chen sighed inwardly.

Having roamed the continent for many years, he was already accustomed to bloodshed. Coupled with his profound cultivation, the murderous aura of this killing city had no effect on him, and he could continue to the next test without any problem. However, having been away from home for so long, he should go out and see what was happening outside.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and left the assessment site.

A few days later, they successfully returned to the Haotian Sect.

"Grandpa, you're finally back!" Tang Hao was very happy.

"Not bad, he's become much more composed in less than two years." Tang Chen was very satisfied to see that Tang Hao's temper had calmed down considerably.

Only in this way can I inherit my name, Haotian.

Then he thought of sending Tang Hao to the City of Slaughter for training. Experiencing life-and-death battles would not only hone his skills but also temper his character. With his grandson's talent, if he could successfully emerge from there, he believed his future achievements would be no less than his own. In addition, his upcoming divine trial was in the City of Slaughter, so he could be of some help if he encountered danger.

As for Xiao'er, she's already quite old; we'll see about that later.

"Hao'er, Grandpa will take you somewhere for some real combat experience in a while," he said immediately.

"Grandpa, where are we going?" Tang Hao couldn't help but ask.

"No need to ask any more questions, you'll find out when you get there," Tang Chen said calmly.

"Okay." Tang Hao nodded.

"What is the current situation on the mainland?" Tang Chen turned to look at Tang Wei.

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Half a month later, Tang Chen left the sect with Tang Hao.

Two years later, just as Tang Hao cleared the Hell Road and obtained the Killing God Domain, Tang Chen also completed the seventh trial of the Asura God.

"The eighth test: kill the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King." The cold voice echoed in Tang Chen's mind once again.

Tang Chen fell silent, his mind drifting back to the deep-sea demon whale king he had encountered on Tianlong Island, a creature with nearly a million years of cultivation. Comparing this to the difficulty of the seventh trial, and the terrifying regenerative abilities of the dark gold three-headed bat king he had met on the Road to Hell, those memories remained vivid.

If a three-headed creature possesses such power, then what level of power must the nine-headed Crimson Bat King have? Perhaps its cultivation is not as high as that of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, but it is certainly not an ordinary 100,000-year-old soul beast.

Given the bizarre living environment of this killing city, it probably won't be easy for me to defeat my opponent.

"We need to make some preparations. Let's take Hao'er back to the sect first and consolidate his strength."

"Afterwards, go and see Sendoryu."

To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, he needed to prepare the sect before proceeding with the eighth trial with peace of mind.

Thinking of this, he turned and left the place of inheritance without the slightest hesitation.

Meanwhile, in the realm of gods, in a certain grand hall.

(End of this chapter)