Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 377 Fang Ling was here

"Fang Ling!"

Tang San roared fiercely, veins bulging on his forehead.

Visible cold sweat trickled down the bloodstain between his brows, reflecting an eerie, cold light on his deathly pale face.

Fang Ling: "Huh? What are you barking like a dog?"

Tang San, his hair standing on end in fury, shouted, "How could you possibly be here? The Asura Temple is sacred and solemn; how dare you act so presumptuously!"

His thinking was indeed limited, but he also understood that the entire process of inheritance was inevitably under the control of the Asura God.

How could a completely unrelated deity like Fang Ling possibly appear?

It's truly unbelievable!

"You invited me here, didn't you?"

Gazing at the somewhat flustered Tang San, Fang Ling's face revealed a mysterious smile.

Tang San was still completely baffled.

But Fang Ling was telling the truth.

……

Half an hour earlier, Tang San had just entered the first stage of Soul Refining.

He resisted for a short while, but could not withstand the intensity of the Soul Refining Trial, which involved both ice and fire. Just as he was on the verge of death, an illusion suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The illusion originated from the Asura God's desire to diminish the hatred in Tang San's mind.

I don't want to overdo it and lose sight of the original intention, so I try my best to be as authentic as possible.

That's a good idea. If the Asura God were to realize it, it could actually achieve the goal.

The character was portrayed too realistically, and coupled with Tang San's hate-filled call, another person also received the message at the same time.

In the far north, at the Snow Emperor's Palace.

Two jade-like bodies lay horizontally (no, scratch that). The Snow Empress had successfully condensed her second soul core and was now practicing the use of the corresponding spatial skills.

Meanwhile, Hyotei was just beginning to condense her second soul core.

Fang Ling was protecting her when he suddenly heard a call filled with malice.

Fate's characteristic of "every word spoken will be known" sent the call into his ears. He wondered who could give birth to such hatred, carefully sensing it, and then his eyebrows and eyes twitched slightly.

"what?"

"What's wrong?" Xue Di was startled, and her gentle and elegant gaze fell upon her.

"Something went wrong?" Even the Ice Emperor, who was condensing her soul core, was alarmed and diverted a sliver of her attention.

But with Fang Ling, the God of Death, around, a mere soul core shouldn't be a problem, right?

She was only puzzled, not afraid at all.

Fang Ling shook his head and said mysteriously, "No, I feel like something fun is calling me."

"...Should I stop for now?" Hyotei's eyes flickered slightly as she spoke up, wanting to give them some time.

"No need, I'll just spare some attention. Condensing a soul core is a simple matter, you do yours." Fang Ling chuckled and began to act as the two pondered.

The call just now came from the web of fate, filled with hatred, yet extremely faint.

It felt as if separated by layers of space, originating from a dreamlike and ethereal place.

When Fang Ling spared a sliver of his attention to try and discern the details, he couldn't see anything clearly.

This situation is extremely rare!

Fang Ling became interested and, almost as soon as he finished greeting Hyotei, concentrated all his computing power and forcibly boosted his thinking and mental abilities to the maximum.

After reserving a small portion as a safeguard for Hyotei's dual soul cores, the remainder is mostly used to search for the direction and source of the call on the web of fate.

A continuous stream of hatred flowed towards Fang Ling, its meaning subtle yet profound, endless, and faintly revealing a divine aura.

Having followed the entire process of a Soul Master's transformation into a god in the story of Qian Renxue's ascension to godhood, Fang Ling has a profound understanding of this, and no matter how superficial the disguise, it cannot escape his eyes.

In this world, only Tang San and Bibi Dong are undergoing divine trials.

Given his past experiences, Fang Ling couldn't think of anyone else who could have given rise to such hatred.

It could only be Tang San!

Bibi Dong was also inheriting the position of Rakshasa God, but Fang Ling did not have much deep hatred for her; he merely gave her stern advice.

Because of Nana and Xue'er's relationship, she could only challenge Fang Ling at most, and then be beaten until she regained her senses.

Following the direction from which the hatred was directed, and relying on his skillful control of fate, Fang Ling found the corresponding location effortlessly.

As expected, this thread of fate traveled all the way to the City of Slaughter, a demiplane world controlled by the God of Slaughter.

They even ventured deep into the Hell Road, reaching the very depths of the Asura Temple, protected by the power of the Asura God!

Fang Ling needed Tang San to become a god, so he abandoned the idea of ​​a direct attack and chose to launch a surprise attack from the direction of destiny.

The call originates from the web of fate, and one can naturally follow this connection to trace back and enter.

The Asura God set up a barrier to fate and even added a lock, but for Fang Ling, none of that mattered.

There is no God of Destiny in the God Realm. Even the God of Asura, relying on the authority of the God King and the research on the power of destiny by the central authority of the God Realm, cannot catch up with the God of Destiny Bone that Fang Ling integrated into his divine armor.

There are no auspicious beasts in this world that live for millions of years!

Tang San is a man-made child of destiny, a destiny forcibly bestowed upon him by the God of Asura. From him, one can see the God of Asura's clumsy control over the path of destiny.

The power of destiny that shielded the Asura Temple was of a high level, but to Fang Ling, it was just a forcibly piled-up, aesthetically unappealing, and even crumbling building!

Using the opponent's strength against them, and skillfully breaking through their defenses... With his unparalleled mastery of destiny, Fang Ling broke through their weakest point, teaching the Asura God a lesson in how to keep him out.

They brazenly and openly broke through all obstacles and forcefully stormed in!

Seemingly real yet illusory, ethereal and indistinct... Comparing Qian Renxue's path to godhood, one can almost instantly grasp the reason behind it.

Tang San is undergoing a soul-refining test!

This malicious call came from the illusion he was facing.

An idea arose in his mind, and a wisp of consciousness, in front of the Asura God, followed the pull of fate and pushed the Asura God down.

The real illusion provided the greatest convenience; relying on the Avenue of Death, Fang Ling replaced him in the illusion.

Then the scene just now happened—a full-force hammer blow from Tang San's exploding rings, delivered with one hand!

The Asura God was stunned, and Tang San, as the person involved, was even more shocked.

"I didn't invite you, and... this is my heritage temple!" He looked fierce, as if he wanted to reason with Fang Ling.

"Haha~" Fang Ling just chuckled lightly, and calmly said as Tang San's calf muscles trembled, "You're so old, yet you still act like an innocent child."

Enraged by being treated like a child, Tang San was furious, but he eventually backed down under the cold gaze and overwhelming pressure.

I can't beat them; I already tried.

I'll settle things with you after I become a god!

The succession of divine positions is of utmost importance. This is the Temple of Asura, and the God of Asura will surely be watching this place closely to prevent Fang Ling's little hairy god from running rampant.

After calming down and thinking for a moment, the hatred in Tang San's eyes dimmed slightly: "If you don't want to kill me, then why are you here?"

He reflected on the entire process from when he first saw the gray-gold light to when his attack was easily blocked, and realized that he had definitely not extended any invitation.

"You were the one who summoned me!" Fang Ling corrected, offering no further explanation. With a cold laugh, he revealed his true intentions: "I have no other purpose than to give you a good beating!"

He wanted to do more.

However, he only managed to wrest control of the Asura God over his illusion and gain a small amount of authority over the illusion.

The entire illusion is still largely under the control of the Asura God.

This was constructed with the power of the Asura God. Fang Ling could not seize control and could not create any other illusions, so he gave up the idea of ​​using the Tang family's habits to humiliate them severely.

He thought to himself that he would create a few hybrid apes and wild boars for Tang San to enjoy.

The words reached Tang San's ears, and his face twitched: "Want to beat me up? Then you bastard, try it!"

As he spoke, he swung the hammer in his hand and used the Exploding Ring technique again.

This time, all six spirit rings exploded at once!

The result was not surprising: the Asura God could not expel Fang Ling from Tang San's dream, nor could he change the data after Fang Ling's consciousness descended.

Even though he cheated by constantly regenerating his spirit rings to allow Tang San to use the exploding ring technique, he still couldn't win a single battle.

Even gaining the upper hand is a pipe dream.

The Asura God had no choice but to change the terrain.

Fang Ling exerted a little effort, relying on the laws of the soul to search, and after finding it, he continued his brutal and inhumane slaughter.

The Asura God increased Tang San's fighting power in the illusion, but he was still no match for Fang Ling, whose power was based on reality and whose bones were made of laws.

No matter how grand the prestige or how imposing the momentum, it only slightly slows down the pace of death.

Shura had no choice; he couldn't simply stop the soul-refining process.

Becoming a god cannot be achieved overnight; that would mean perishing halfway through!

He could only watch as Tang San's hatred deepened.

Having witnessed Tang San die in various ways no less than forty times, leaving him with an impression of invincibility, Fang Ling finally stomped on his timid head and exited the illusion with a grin.

"Trash, utterly useless!"

The harsh words echoed in Tang San's ears. Fang Ling glanced at the unpredictable smile of the Asura God, then used the laws of the soul to help Tang San quickly pass the Soul Refining stage.

The price... a hidden wound left on the soul.

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Incidentally, the same goes for that flawed artificial fortune.

Since we're already here, we should leave something behind.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Ling also carved the six characters "Fang Ling was here" on Tang San's soul.

This move would expose his actions, but it didn't matter if the Asura God saw through it.

Without the laws of the soul, without the intricate control of fate, how can one unravel this mystery?

That means you can pluck a whole bunch at once, pulling out radishes covered in mud.

What kind of dreams could a rough man who cultivates the laws of killing possibly have? He just uses brute force!

Perhaps it would work if it were Poseidon instead.

After greeting the Asura God, Fang Ling happily exited the illusion.

He continued to help Ice Emperor condense his second soul core. In the Asura Temple, Tang San lay on his back, dizzy as he opened his eyes.

Looking at the crimson hall before him, his mind spun around for a moment. He suppressed the urge to vomit, his eyes as black as ink, devoid of any color.

"Fang—Ling—!"

He uttered two words that seemed to weigh a ton and were branded onto his soul, and then the power in his body went berserk and completely out of control.

Each death fueled his hatred, and Tang San now had only one thought in his mind: "Kill that bastard Fang Ling!"

The Asura God saw his successor's pupils, which had become as black as ink and had a dark, eerie color, and sighed deeply.

The divine position can continue to be passed down, but there's no way to quell this hatred.

He shook his head and used his divine sense to examine Tang San's soul-refining results. He immediately spotted the six large, golden characters that shone as brightly as the sun.

His expression was strange; he stared blankly for a moment before saying oddly, "Damn, they really know how to play!"

The Asura God noticed something amiss with Tang San's soul, but couldn't pinpoint its source. The man-made destiny also seemed to have undergone a sudden change, but he couldn't discern the cause either.

"What do you know how to play?" Evil nodded his chin and asked.

The Asura God's expressions hadn't increased in the past year, but in just a short time. Evil was incredibly curious, his heart itching like a cat was scratching at him.

"Since we're leaving anyway, there's nothing left to hide." Destruction's voice remained indifferent.

The Asura God looked around and shared this short memory with the other four God Kings.

"Pfft!"

Evil could no longer contain his laughter. He pulled the hand that was binding Goodness's mouth, slapped his thigh, and gloated, "Good lad, what a wicked sense of humor!"

Destruction glanced at the speechless expression on the Asura God's face and chuckled inwardly.

The Kind God King chuckled, a rare occurrence for him. The divine realm was dull; this Death God King was quite interesting.

Only the God-King of Life showed reluctance.

Of course, none of this had anything to do with Tang San.

With the help of the Asura Blood Flame, he spent a long time sorting out his thoughts before finally suppressing his killing intent and gathering all his power. His face contorted with rage, he said, "Continue."

The Asura God warned, "Control your murderous intent. If you wish to take revenge, you must do so after you become a god!"

"Yes! Tang San will remember!" Tang San took a couple of deep breaths.

"Next is the divine equipment." Shura was silent for a moment, looking at the overflowing evil thoughts, and still quickly dismantled Tang San's soul bones.

In Fang Ling's eyes, the ten-thousand-year-old soul bone was trash, and so was the Asura God. Apart from the eight spider spears, which were attached to the god-level soul bone and required a little effort, the others melted instantly.

It was nothing like the complicated transformations of Qian Renxue and Fang Ling's divine gear.

Driven by intense hatred, Tang San continued to fuse the divine armor.

……

Fang Ling helped Ice Emperor condense his second soul core and then went to the front line.

Love for one's children is not something to be rushed; if one's soul is not taken in, one might as well take it in.

It's possible to stay in Douluo Continent for a hundred years, but opportunities to obtain undead on such a large scale are rare.

After becoming a god, he can only earn one million points a year, which is far too little.

To avoid wasting time in future cultivation practices, one can only rely on faith points.

Time passed quietly as we waited.

A few days later, a scarlet beam of light suddenly tore through the clouds, and thick, murderous energy condensed into a torrential downpour of blood.

Filled with resentment and surging rage, the dark red demonic armor, carrying boundless vengeance, broke through the air.

A palpable, chilling killing intent swirled around him, and his divine armor gleamed with a cold light, exuding an extraordinary aura.

But those dark eyes were just so outrageous no matter how you looked at them.

"Is this thing a pure god of slaughter, the Asura God?" Qian Renxue shifted her gaze from Xingluo City, which was not far away.

Something's not right here!

It actually gives off the same feeling as the Rakshasa god, my mother.

The undead Thousand Paths was also alarmed and landed next to his granddaughter.

After observing for a long time, he asked in bewilderment, "This stench of decay and evil... it reminds me of your mother's Rakshasa deity."

"Xiao Ling, what do you say?"

"Hmm..." Fang Ling pondered for a moment, then chuckled softly, "Perhaps I humiliated Tang San too much."

"I was deeply involved in his process of becoming a god~".

"This actually works?"

Dugu Yan looked surprised.

The other girls also showed expressions of curiosity.

In the instant the world changed color and a pillar of light shot into the sky, they were teleported out of the Kingdom of Death.

The battle of gods is about to begin; don't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to watch.

"Why not?" Fang Ling asked back, recounting the process in detail.

This made them all laugh heartily.

"What a wonderful 'Fang Ling was here'!" Qian Renxue clapped her hands.

Looking at the approaching blood-red shadow in the distance, I felt like a clown.

(End of this chapter)