Douluo Continent: Transmigrated into Tang San's Younger Sister and Became a God with Two Martia

Chapter 250, Second Test

Tang San froze, looking at Tang Hao with disbelief, and asked, "Father, is the inheritance of the divine position you mentioned what I think it is?"

God.

The highest level of faith is God, but people's understanding of God is ever-changing. It can be said that there are a hundred different Gods in the hearts of a hundred different people.

Although the image of gods seems to be everywhere, both hidden deep in everyone's heart and active in those ancient legends, do they really exist in this world?

This remains a perplexing mystery, and no one has yet been able to provide a definitive answer.

Some people firmly believe in the existence of God and regard it as a pillar of their lives, while others are skeptical and think it is nothing but a vague fantasy.

However, regardless of everyone's opinion, one thing is beyond doubt.

That is, no one has ever seen the real God with their own eyes.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San with a serious expression and nodded, saying, "Little San, it's just as you think. Becoming a god at level 100 is the ultimate goal for all Title Douluos, but your sister was chosen by the gods to inherit the godhood a step ahead of time."

Tang San frowned as he looked at Tang Hao and asked, "Will my sister be in danger?"

Deep down, Tang San never really cared about whether Tang Nian could become powerful, advance to the title of Douluo, or even become a god.

He is Tang Nian's loving older brother, and his only hope is that Tang Nian can grow up carefree and always maintain her innocence.

Tang San was willing to solve all other difficulties for Tang Nian.

Tang Hao stood there quietly for a long time without speaking. Finally, after a long silence, his slightly hoarse voice slowly rang out, "The path to godhood is full of countless unpredictable difficulties and obstacles, and its hardships far exceed what we can imagine. However, this is, after all, your sister's own choice, and I think we should support her choice."

Upon hearing his father's words, Tang San opened his mouth as if he wanted to refute something, but after hesitating for a long time, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Finally, he simply nodded silently, indicating that he agreed with his father's opinion.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Hao turned around and took the lead in walking forward.

Seeing this, Tang San quickly quickened his pace to follow closely behind and said, "Dad, I want to go see Niannian."

Tang Hao sighed deeply, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, his brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "To be honest, I don't know where your sister is right now. In fact, even I haven't seen her yet. The fact that she is receiving divine inheritance was something Dean Flander told me when I went to Shrek Academy."

After listening to Tang Hao's story, Tang San fell silent again. After a long while, he nodded slightly.

……

When Tang Nian finally arrived on the road to the underworld, she realized just how difficult the second test was.

The first test was difficult because her opponent was strong, while the second test was difficult because it was elusive and unpredictable.

Tang Nian has been on the road to the underworld for a full half month, but she has not sensed anything about the aura of the underworld mentioned in the second test.

This made Tang Nian wonder if there was something wrong with her.

Tang Nian turned her head and looked around. In the swirling mist, she could vaguely see all sorts of ghosts coming and going among the broken walls and ruins.

Their faces showed sorrow, resentment, or burning anger. Each of them dragged their burdens from life, walking heavily on the narrow and long road to the underworld.

On the path to the underworld, the weathered stone tablets guide the departed souls.

Occasionally, stray dogs dart through the weeds, their hungry and fierce eyes seemingly searching for their next prey.

In the distance, the wails of lonely ghosts rose and fell, intertwining with the sound of the wind to form a mournful elegy.

The ghosts either walked slowly in groups of three or five, leaning on each other, or alone, dragging their feet along the winding road to the underworld towards the Bridge of Helplessness.

The River of Oblivion flowing beneath the bridge is dark and murky, as if shrouded in endless darkness.

A few pale-colored spider lilies floated sporadically on the river, emitting a faint, firefly-like glow.

Occasionally, a brave and fearless raven will soar overhead, its mournful and heavy cry piercing the sky and echoing in the silent darkness, as if telling the world some unknown secret story.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Not far away, by the Meng Po Pool, Meng Po stood quietly, holding a rough wooden bowl in her hand.

The pool water rippled, and although it looked crystal clear, it exuded a chilling coldness that seemed capable of freezing one's soul instantly.

Meng Po remained expressionless, her icy gaze like two cold beams, coldly scrutinizing each soul that approached to drink the soup, as if trying to find even the slightest trace of their past lives through their empty, lifeless eyes.

On this road to the underworld, time has become utterly meaningless.

The departed souls either hurried along, eager to escape the eerie and terrifying shadow behind them, or walked slowly, as if still immersed in the memories of their beautiful past life in the mortal world.

Some of the departed souls huddled together, whispering amongst themselves, perhaps sharing their experiences in life. Others silently hurried on their way, heads bowed, their hearts filled with a deep longing for the mortal world and an extreme fear of the unknown underworld.

Here, there is no sound of laughter or joy, only a deathly silence and an atmosphere of despair that spreads like a plague through the air.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing cry shattered the deathly silence. It turned out to be a lost little imp crying out in terror. Its childish voice echoed across the empty road to the underworld, startling a flock of crows that had been perched on the branches into flight.

Black feathers flew everywhere, adding an even more eerie atmosphere to the already gloomy and terrifying scene.

The little devil's tears fell on the road to the underworld and were instantly swallowed up, as if they had never existed.

The surrounding ghosts only glanced at them briefly before silently continuing on their way, for they knew that crying was useless on the road to the underworld; only facing fate and accepting judgment was the only way.

(End of this chapter)