Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 376 That's it? (4200)

Tang San's body rapidly recovered from its devastation, and the tender flesh was submerged in the icy power of the Asura God.

A thin mist condensed out of thin air, then transformed into fresh blood, and blood vessels emerged from nothingness. His rapidly weakening heart began to beat powerfully once again.

Shredded meat permeated the blood jade bones soaked in Asura divine power, and Tang San's body was revived, all the decay was covered by the new life.

The spiritual power surged violently, and then a pair of bright scarlet eyes suddenly opened, releasing two dazzling beams of light that pierced the palace gate, causing a metallic clang.

When everything came to an end, the hall was completely silent.

After a long while, a long, drawn-out breathing sound was heard.

"Phew~"

Tang San fell from his suspended state and landed on a circular platform.

After enduring countless days of arduous inheritance and reshaping his true form amidst the flames of tribulation, the power within him has now reached an unprecedented peak.

His divine body and divine power had reached 99%, but of the three essential elements for becoming a god, only the transformation of his divine soul was still insufficient.

The improvement was significant, but the God of Asura showed no joy despite Tang San's tremendous advancement.

This is the person he chose!

To inherit the divine throne, one must undergo the most rigorous trials; this is how it should be done.

"Continue, refine the soul." The cold voice echoed in the hall.

The real test begins next: the tempering of the soul, which must touch the very foundation of the spirit.

Shura God originally intended to finish the job in one battle, but Tang San's hatred for Fang Ling was too intense!

This is excellent; it is a crucial factor in his ability to pass the ninth trial of Asura.

This is not good either. As a dark side remaining in his heart, Tang San's hatred for Fang Ling can help him pass the first two trials, but the third trial will be difficult.

The Asura God is a pure god of slaughter, unlike the Rakshasa God, who is an evil god of slaughter born from various dark and filthy thoughts.

Since his divine soul and divine position are not compatible, Tang San cannot unleash the true power of the Asura God. He will inevitably be utterly defeated by Fang Ling!

Fang Ling's actions were not unseen; he restrained the two dragon kings' souls, intending to transform them into undead spirits under his control.

He's extremely confident now, letting Tang San roam free as a source of resources for his cultivation.

If Tang San fails, he will die!

Of course, none of this has anything to do with the Asura God after inheriting the divine position.

He couldn't possibly break the rules and personally cause trouble for the Death God King, who was destined to become a pillar of the divine realm.

However, in order to prevent people from looking down on the position of the Asura God, the Asura God had to make Tang San's combat power slightly stronger.

Tang San's body has returned to normal, and the bumpy skin that he had been struggling to accept has returned to its original form.

Of course, it is the original form that should exist after sublimation.

Dark red tattoos meandered along his pale neck, faintly glowing with a blood-red light that extended all over his body.

He had a face as pale as snow, with a heavy, dark red eyeshadow slanting at the corner of his eye. His pupils resembled two stagnant pools of blood, with strange, bright red lines flowing around them, like a group of swimming red snakes.

Tang San is now handsome, but his temperament is extremely eerie.

In particular, the eerie bloodstain that appeared between his pale brows perfectly matched the aura provided by his Blood Silver Emperor Martial Soul.

However, before he could even rejoice at his restored appearance, the moment he heard the Asura's divine thought of "soul refining," crimson flames erupted from his soul, licking every inch of it.

The Asura's Bloodfire Refines the Soul!

It was icy cold and bone-chilling, like a bottomless abyss, pure and without any purpose, the god-like killing intent that eroded the entire soul.

After the cold came the scorching heat, and Tang San once again experienced the pain of being swallowed by the lava blood lake!

The intense heat was penetrating, as if he had been sent into the core of the sun. Tang San felt the extreme heat causing his soul to expand to its limit.

It's like a balloon.

boom--!

His soul could no longer bear the constant cycles of extreme heat and cold.

In my perception, my soul cracked open with several large fissures, and these cracks were spreading rapidly, as if collapse was imminent.

"No, no! I cannot die! I must become a god!"

"I will become the Asura God King to judge Fang Ling, this wicked and ruthless man!"

Tang San's mental state had long been tempered to an extraordinary level, but when faced with the moment when his soul was shattered and he was about to die, he couldn't help but feel fear and unease.

Tension, like maggots, gradually devoured and cleansed the peaceful state of mind.

The saying "a mind as still as water, undisturbed by waves" has all vanished into nothingness.

In the void, his obsession emitted a blinding light.

With extreme resentment, filled with hatred for Fang Ling, hatred for the Spirit Hall, and reluctance to part with the Tang Sect and Xiao Wu... Tang San slowly walked towards death.

Just when I was in despair, a very blurry, illusory light and shadow suddenly appeared before my eyes.

It was a person, a young man.

Tang San froze for a moment, his mental sea trembling violently. He was about to die. Where did this figure come from?

He had no doubt that by this time, his soul was exhausted to the extreme, his thinking was greatly limited, and he would have died long ago if he hadn't been unwilling to give up.

So, could this be a figure that has appeared to help us through this difficult time?

A strong sense of anticipation welled up in Tang San's heart, and he stared intently ahead.

The figure gradually became clearer, and the first thing that appeared in his field of vision was a faint gray-gold color.

"This color?" The cold light stung his retina. Comparing it with the image in his mind, Tang San's eyelids twitched and his face darkened.

If he's right, it's that scoundrel Fang Ling's death power!

My God, how could such a bastard appear in my exam?

Just wait and see how I deal with you!

Tang San felt a tightness in his chest and secretly swallowed, staring intently at the screen, the power within his body already at its peak.

He was eager to take revenge, but he also knew that Fang Ling had already become a god while he had not yet become a god. How could he possibly win?

Tang San may be crazy, but he's not stupid. If he acts rashly, he'll just be asking for trouble!

They wanted to step back and leave more room to maneuver, but their bodies were unable to move.

He could only keep his bloodshot bull eyes wide open at all times, ready to strike at any moment.

The light and shadow finally became clear: grey-gold hair, grey-gold eyes, the Great Dao surrounding him, majestic and imposing, like a true god descending to earth...

No, he is God!

A strange chill ran through Tang San's body, causing him to tremble. A chill ran through him; he thought with alarm, "It really is that damned bastard!"

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. As he carefully observed the opening and looked for an opportunity to attack, the handsome man who had been smiling all along spoke:

"Brother Tang San, it's been a long time. Are you... passing on the Asura Godhood?"

He greeted them warmly from the start, and with that curious look on his face, if there were any bystanders unaware of their past grievances, they might really think the two were some kind of close relatives!

"Fang Ling!" Tang San gritted his teeth, a dark red-gold hammer appearing in his hand.

As if he hadn't heard a word, Fang Ling in front of him continued speaking to himself:

"The Asura God holds the position of God-King in the God Realm. You are quite lucky to have inherited such a good divine position."

Tang San's fingers were taut, his knuckles prominent, and waves were brewing within his spiritual sea.

However, out of fear of Fang Ling's strength, they are holding back for now and have not yet made a move.

Faced with such an illusion for the first time, with his soul still burning, Tang San was powerless to think any further. It was as if he had activated a mind-numbing aura, and he truly did not know that the person in front of him was just an illusion.

Moreover, it was a plan devised by the Asura God specifically to reduce his obsessive hatred, which had become a demonic obsession.

The Asura God thought to himself: Didn't you want to torture and kill Fang Ling to avenge your family? Then I'll get one for you!

Having witnessed Fang Ling's entire process of becoming a god, extracting information from Tang San's memories, and selecting relevant auras from the world's imprints...

Through a series of methods, Fang Ling's illusions naturally aligned with Tang San's memories, and any missing information was automatically filled in.

For Tang San, who had not yet truly inherited the divine position, this illusion was just as real as the real thing.

If you kill these almost real phantoms a few more times, the hatred in your heart will naturally diminish.

The plan was good, but even the God of Asura did not expect that Tang San would be too afraid to make a move!

It's truly unbearable.

He clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, and the spiked armor extending from his body clanged together. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Go ahead and attack, you son of a bitch!"

"With such intense hatred, how could you hold back and not attack when the person is right in front of you?"

"What the hell is he? He's afraid of an illusion with absolutely no power?"

"Go give it a try!"

The God of Asura was truly annoyed at this moment, feeling that Tang San was somewhat beyond redemption.

How can a person be so useless!

I've already helped you so much, you could say I've basically paved the way to godhood, and I've gone to great lengths to help you resolve your inner demons. What more do you want from me?

……

In the realm of gods, the great god-kings gathered together.

Firstly, he felt quite pleased that the power of the divine realm was about to increase dramatically. Secondly, he wanted to prevent anyone from making any underhanded moves regarding the future of the divine realm.

They waited quietly, their voices suddenly halting as they spoke loudly about the future of the divine realm.

The aura emanating from the Asura God suddenly became much more gloomy, and both couples curiously turned their gazes toward the only single man.

"Shura, what happened?" Destruction spoke first.

He knew that someone was passing on a divine position in the Asura Temple, but seeing this scene before him...

Evil, always looking for amusement, interjected, "Could it be that your successor has failed again?"

"Don't worry about him, he's still receiving the inheritance." Although he felt incredibly ashamed, the Asura God was thick-skinned and his expression remained unmoved.

His gaze was deep and unwavering, his eyes fixed straight ahead; in reality, he had already searched the Asura Temple.

"Hehe~" Evil chuckled softly, then was pulled back by Kindness and given a disdainful look.

The laughter reached the ears of the Asura God, who found it particularly grating.

After waiting a while, they saw that Tang San was still preparing, without making any move, circling around Fang Ling's illusion.

Like an NPC, why don't you attack? Are you trying to spin people around until they're dizzy?

The Asura God was almost laughing in anger, and he decisively tightened his control.

After a few seemingly friendly pleasantries, Fang Ling asked, puzzled, "I vaguely remember back in Notting City, you looked so ordinary. I wonder what it was about you that attracted Xiao Wu?"

Tang San has not yet made a move.

Asura God: ...

If Xiao Wu doesn't work, then replace her with another one.

This time, he said it in a joyful tone:

"I went to great lengths to get to the place where that bastard Tang Hao hid your mother. Apart from that 100,000-year-old soul bone, you have no idea how adorable your mother's delicate grass leaves were."

"Then why did you kill her?" Tang San's face was extremely cold. He didn't know that Ah Yin was not dead, but the God of Asura knew. However, he could use this question to provoke Tang San into taking action.

"What I originally said was that all the soul beasts are quite beautiful when they transform. The Blue Silver Emperor is gentle and beautiful, so I should raise her as a pet and bring her into the God Realm as a concubine in the future."

Who knew she was so fiercely independent that she would desperately try to kill herself at the last moment?

"What a pity, what a real pity."

"How dare you!" Tang San was furious, his hair practically steaming, and he activated his spirit ring.

Seeing that this method was effective, the Asura God excitedly continued to escalate the situation: "I still remember that day when you killed Tang Hao with a single hammer blow, he..."

After being stimulated for a long time, Tang San could no longer restrain himself. He swung his hundred-meter-long giant hammer, as large as a mountain, and struck with a devastating blow, shouting:

"shut up--!"

"You dare to bully me, fine, but how dare you insult my parents!"

"Besides, what divine position I attain is none of your business, you little Grim Reaper! Die!"

The massive hammerhead came crashing down, almost like a meteorite falling, accompanied by a fierce storm and a thunderous roar.

The sheer power contained in Tang San's attack was enough to terrify anyone.

Facing death, he was surprised to find that Fang Ling, after becoming a god, was actually so vulnerable.

He was tall and handsome, yet he was constantly on the run, lacking any of the qualities a god should possess.

His hunched body made him appear utterly repulsive.

A surge of heroic spirit welled up within Tang San, and he fiercely increased his strength, determined to smash Fang Ling into a pulp.

Just then, an invisible wave surged forth, and the Asura God's brows furrowed suddenly: "Hmm?"

Kindness should cover the mouth of evil, lest this clown laugh out loud regardless of the occasion, damaging relationships with colleagues.

Destruction couldn't help but chuckle, but his personality was always aloof, and outwardly, he only showed a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

The four God Kings were able to find the inheritance of the Asura Temple and could not see Tang San's dream, but they knew from the behavior of the Asura God that something must have happened again!

The previous successor was corrupted by the Rakshasa's divine will, and this generation is being used as resources by the new Death God King. Even the usually indifferent Destruction couldn't help but find it amusing.

In Tang San's illusion, Fang Ling, who was about to be smashed into mincemeat by a hammer, suddenly straightened his spine.

His demeanor transformed from wretched and cowardly to unparalleled and supremely magnificent.

Just like when you log into a game and a different person logs in, you may not see anything on the surface, but your fighting style and the aura you exude are completely different.

"So they were just playing house!"

With a speechless sigh, the newly transformed Fang Ling casually used a single index finger to block the giant hammer before him, crushing the surging killing intent. A kind smile then appeared on his lips.

"this one?"

Seemingly kind, but actually the most sarcastic.

Even the astonished Asura God couldn't bear to watch, let alone Tang San, a young man who already had a grudge against Fang Ling.

"Fang Ling, die!"

With a loud shout, the giant hammer contracted, and the Asura blood light transformed into crimson divine patterns, with divine power flowing wildly into the hammerhead.

He turned a corner, simultaneously detonating the seventh, eighth, and ninth spirit rings, releasing surging energy. Combined with the Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian, the shrunken hammer, in its fury, once again slammed down on the opponent.

This time, Fang Ling was a little more serious. Normally, divine might doesn't matter, but destroying three rings in a row is stronger than destroying a 100,000-year soul ring, which can reach the level of a divine official's strike.

Furthermore, the power of the Asura God King and the Nine Absolute Techniques of Haotian have been added on top of it, so we cannot be negligent.

But it was only slightly more serious.

Fang Ling's hands appeared to contain a portion of the Grim Reaper's Armor, like a glove covering his palm, and he caught it again with a raised hand.

Tang San was as if waking from a dream, filled with shock and anger, and was so frightened that he staggered back a few steps.

Fang Ling's pupils reflected that disheveled figure, and he said with a mocking smile, "You're not good enough either, Tang San!"

"You think you can get revenge with your pathetic state?"

"The divine position is a good one, but giving it to you is a waste."

(End of this chapter)