Douluo Dalu II: The Peerless Tang Sect

Chapter 397 The God of Death with a Unique Art Style!

Zhu Ziyang suddenly opened his eyes, a divine light bursting from them, his face filled with peace. He slowly stood up, his body feeling somewhat stiff from maintaining one posture for so long; it took about three or four minutes for this rusty feeling to gradually dissipate.

"Hoo!" He exhaled a breath of stale air, his whole body relaxing. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he murmured, "This Origin Golden Core is indeed domineering!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands, clenched his fists, and felt the surging power within his body. A look of excitement immediately appeared on his face, and the mark of the other shore flower between his brows kept flashing. The next second, he disappeared from Tianyuan Pavilion and entered the place where the God of Death's divine position was inherited.

Zhu Ziyang appeared on the ninetieth step of the Path to Godhood, his gaze fixed intently on the last two God-Locking Pillars on either side of the steps. The inscriptions on the God-Locking Pillars were changing, and then the words simply disappeared.

He was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to ask a question, a familiar voice came to his ears, "Congratulations, you have completed all the Nine Trials of Death. Now, you can climb the hundredth step and enter the Temple of Death. I will be waiting for you there."

It was indeed Xiaobai's voice, but compared to the previous emotionless one, this time, his voice carried a hint of melancholy, a hint of relief, and a hint of liberation.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ziyang did not hesitate and immediately began walking towards the hundredth step.

Yes, at this moment, he had already met the requirements of the Ninth Trial of Death. A single Origin Golden Core directly boosted his cultivation level from level 97 to level 99, with some even remaining, which was stored in his physical energy, waiting for the next release.

According to Zhu Ziyang's personal experience, the energy contained in a single Origin Golden Core is enough to directly promote a level 95 Title Douluo to a level 99 Title Douluo. This is an extremely terrifying thing. If handled properly, the eight Origin Golden Cores in his possession could create at least eight Limit Douluos!

He had many ideas about the distribution of the Primal Golden Core, but the most important thing right now was to reach the top of the Path to Godhood, enter the Temple of Death, and obtain the true inheritance of the God of Death.

Ten steps weren't a distance worth mentioning for Zhu Ziyang, but he walked very slowly, each step incredibly steady, as if reminiscing about past experiences. Six or seven years had passed since he began the first trial of the Grim Reaper. In those six or seven years, an ordinary person could at most advance one or two major realms, but he had completed an astonishing transformation from mortal to god. Although he wasn't a true god yet, he was very close!

Soon, Zhu Ziyang stood at the end of the path to godhood, with the magnificent and imposing Temple of Death before him and the path to godhood marked by the passage of time behind him.

He had reached the end of the human path, and one step forward would mark the beginning of the divine path. He glanced nostalgically at the path to godhood behind him. The last two pillars that had been standing on either side of the path suddenly rose from the ground and flew in front of him with a "whoosh." He reached out his hand, and the two pillars shrank into two embroidery needles, which fell into his hand.

Zhu Ziyang smiled slightly, placed the last two God-Locking Pillars together with the previous sixteen, then turned around and looked at the palace gate in front of him.

The gate to the Temple of Death is very ordinary; its only distinctive feature is its color. It is white, made of wood, and covered with peculiar textures, giving it a very simple appearance.

He took a step forward, placed his hand on the door, and gently pushed it open with a creak. Zhu Ziyang stepped into the Temple of Death, his expression immediately showing surprise, because the furnishings inside were very simple. In the empty space, only a person wearing a white robe stood in the center of the hall.

The man in white robes had his back to Zhu Ziyang, so his face was not visible. He exuded an ordinary, unassuming air, the kind of aura only found in common people. If they weren't inside the Temple of Death, Zhu Ziyang would have easily overlooked him. But clearly, Zhu Ziyang was certain of his identity, so he instinctively walked towards him, calling out, "Little White?"

"Haha." The white-robed man laughed loudly upon hearing Zhu Ziyang's call, then turned around and said, "It's been a long time since I've heard this name! Hello, little fellow, I am the God of Death, and I already know everything about you from Xiaobai's memories, Zhu Ziyang."

"You're not Xiaobai?" Zhu Ziyang looked at the white-robed man with a surprised expression. The white-robed man's appearance was now fully revealed to him. It was a face that made it impossible to have any ill intentions. Although it wasn't very handsome, it was very comfortable to look at. However, what Zhu Ziyang cared about was what the white-robed man had said.

"I am Xiaobai, but I am not the Xiaobai you know," the white-robed man said with a smile. "That Xiaobai is a wisp of my spirit; he is me, but I am not him."

"Ah!" Zhu Ziyang couldn't help but open his mouth, unsure how to respond to the white-robed man's words.

"Haha," the white-robed man couldn't help but laugh at Zhu Ziyang's reaction, then said with a serious expression, "I am the God of Death. You can call me God King, or you can call me the God of Death. Of course, if you wish, you can call me Little White."

"Then, I'll still call you Xiaobai." Zhu Ziyang's lips twitched slightly. He always felt that this God King's personality was a bit eccentric, but since the other party had already indicated that he could call him Xiaobai, there was no need for him to lower himself and call him "Master". The other party would probably be happy to treat him as an equal.

"Of course!" Xiaobai said with a smile. "Then I'll call you Ziyang. Ziyang, if you have any questions, just ask. I'll answer them to the best of my ability."

"Uh!" Zhu Ziyang fell into thought before speaking, "When do we begin the divine succession?"

"Are you in a hurry?" Xiao Bai's face darkened immediately upon hearing Zhu Ziyang's words.

"It's not in a rush." ​​Seeing this, Zhu Ziyang's heart sank. He thought to himself, "Could something go wrong at this last moment?"

"Can't you talk to me?" Upon hearing this, Xiao Bai's gloomy expression instantly transformed into a fawning smile. He said, "I haven't spoken to anyone for hundreds of thousands of years, I'm so lonely!"

"Uh!" Zhu Ziyang's expression turned astonished again. He was becoming more and more certain that this Death God's style was different from his own, but a ridiculous idea still arose in his mind. He looked at Xiaobai with a strange expression and asked, "Um, Xiaobai, the Godhood Examiner, wouldn't you have specially set aside to talk to you?"

"Yeah, right," Xiaobai said with a helpless expression, "but we're essentially the same person. I know everything he says, and he knows everything I say. It's really boring. But luckily you showed up. So, is there anything you want to know? I know all the secrets of the God Realm!"

As Xiao Bai spoke, a smug little expression appeared on his face. He didn't act like a god at all; instead, he seemed like a gossip who wanted to share everything, leaving Zhu Ziyang speechless for a moment.

"Well, let me think about it." Zhu Ziyang looked thoughtful.

"No rush, no rush," Xiaobai said with anticipation. "Anyway, inheriting the divine position is not something that can be accomplished in a short time. You will definitely need to handle your worldly affairs before you can accept the position of the God of Death without any distractions. During this process, you can consult me ​​anytime, anywhere. As long as I know the answer, I will definitely tell you."

However, as a reward, please talk to me more often when you have free time. How about that? Isn't that thoughtful?

"Hmm!" Zhu Ziyang nodded, about to speak, but was stopped by Xiaobai.

"Alright, you understand what I mean," Xiao Bai said. "Now, you should go back to Douluo Continent first. I feel like you might have something to do."

Zhu Ziyang was stunned for a moment, and then he found himself sent out of the land of divine inheritance and back to Tianyuan Pavilion. He was a little depressed, but after carefully sensing the time, he understood the meaning of Xiaobai's words.

He actually cultivated for a whole year. Before he went into seclusion, he was not even twenty-one years old. After he came out of seclusion, he was almost twenty-two years old. Sigh, indeed, cultivation knows no time.

The thought of missing out on a whole year, and the various messages and events he would receive after leaving the house, gave Zhu Ziyang a headache. It really hurt!

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