Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 381 One Year After the War (4400)

"Is it over just like that?"

Dugu Yan unconsciously stroked the patterns on the trident of the sea god with her fingertips, her long hair, which was gradually stained by divine power and turned from purple to sea blue, was disheveled and hung down her back.

Taking a deep breath, she hugged Fang Ling's right arm with longing in her eyes.

The divine battle just now was truly amazing.

Despite being given ample opportunity to prepare, they still treated the gods of the same level as children, defeating them in a playful manner.

With such a majestic figure as her husband, I wonder if she could achieve the same after becoming the sea goddess.

"That's right, that's right, my husband's abilities are simply unimaginable! I've really hit the jackpot!" Ning Rongrong chuckled and jumped into Fang Ling's arms like a joyful lark.

Inhaling the divine aura, she nuzzled her head against Fang Ling's chest.

As he turned his head, he glanced at Ye Lingling with a smug look.

Both of them are support characters and have similar personalities, so they naturally have the best relationship.

"Just like a little kid." Ye Lingling stuck out her tongue, then regretfully hugged Fang Ling's left arm.

Her sky-blue eyes sparkled with starlight, her temperament was gentle, and her expression was like soft ripples of water. "Congratulations on your victorious return, my husband."

"Congratulations! Congratulations! Ladies, if you cultivate diligently, becoming gods will be no problem!" Fang Ling ignored Tang San, who was gritting his teeth, and grinned happily.

"I want to go home and visit." Zhu Zhuqing, who was hugging Fang Ling from behind, turned her head and looked towards Xingluo City.

She recalled her father's teachings from her childhood and the former prosperity of Xingluo City. Seeing this devastated city, she was slightly moved.

"Go ahead, no one will stop you."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, gave her husband a deep hug, and hurried towards Xingluo City.

Gently leaving the embrace of the three women, Fang Ling smiled at his teacher Dugu Bo and Chen Xin. The Soul-Binding Chains, like restraining a balloon, pulled Tang San's red and black soul in front of Ah Yin.

The Shura Demon Sword, a powerful artifact that had been knocked away, has been retrieved. His next task is to turn Tang San into a spirit.

Through spatial control and a certain selection process, the strong souls of those who died in war or from natural causes on the Douluo Continent were intercepted by the Necromancer God Kingdom.

The number of undead is constantly increasing. There are already five undead in the Divine Realm of the Divine Kingdom: the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, Tang Chen, Qian Daoliu, and the Water and Fire Dragon Kings.

But Tang San's soul has a special meaning; it is the most precious undead spirit Fang Ling has ever seen!

The Asura God Soul possesses the position of the Asura God!

The soul and the Asura Godhood are closely connected, and it is not an easy thing to separate the Godhood.

Based on a simple assessment using the laws of the soul, Fang Ling determined that it was impossible to do so in a short time, so he brought him to Ah Yin.

You should always keep your promises.

"I've brought Tang San here; you can ask him yourself," he said with a smile.

The voluptuous, beautiful blue-haired woman gazed at Tang San's soul, which was about to transform into a vast ocean of resentment, and pursed her lips, momentarily at a loss for what to ask.

"Who is she?" Tang San sensed an extremely familiar life force, just like the queen of the Blue Silver Grass.

An impossible character gradually took shape in my mind.

"Who is she! Fang Ling!"

The Asura God's position on the forehead emitted a burst of red light, and an indescribable strange feeling came from the bloodline.

Tang San struggled fiercely, and his bound soul began to fluctuate slightly, as if the chains were about to break.

Want to escape?

If I let you get away, wouldn't it make me look incompetent?

Fang Ling raised an eyebrow and immediately increased the force, sending more than three times the thickness of the fine chains piercing into his soul for a deeper anchoring.

"ah--!"

A scream accompanied by excruciating pain that seeped into his soul, and the red aura that Tang San had been desperately trying to unleash by mobilizing his divine position suddenly froze, and was then brutally extinguished by the chains.

"Pfft!" He spat out a blackish-red mist from the backlash, and the aura emanating from his soul immediately weakened considerably.

Ah Yin saw everything, a hint of reluctance flashing between her brows, and subconsciously approached, slowly raising her hand.

In the end, it was frozen in mid-air without ever touching it.

"Xiao San, my child." She uttered these six words with difficulty and deep affection, and her gentle tone made the resentment flowing in Tang San's soul suddenly pause.

"Mother...?" Tang San compared the beauty before him to the Blue Silver Emperor, whom he had never seen before, his face filled with disbelief. "What's wrong with you?"

He clearly remembered that Fang Ling had said that the seedlings of the Blue Silver Emperor had been crushed!

Moreover, even if the mother hadn't died, how could she have recovered in such a short time?

"My child, this is the last time I'll call you that." Ah Yin's eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Tang San's reverie was interrupted by these resolute words, and his spirits were suddenly jolted.

Regardless, the blood connection cannot be faked; the beautiful woman before him is indeed his mother.

She thought her mother was long dead, but when she suddenly appeared before her, she had found someone to rely on in this world again. How could she say such heartless words?

How could she possibly side with Fang Ling?

Tang San was confused and eager to ask questions, but Ah Yin didn't give him a chance to ask.

"I heard from Fang Ling that you are the so-called extraterrestrial demon, right?" Ah Yin stared intently at Fang Ling without blinking.

"No!" Tang San retorted, his expression fierce but his voice weak.

They moved extremely fast, afraid that if they were even a step too slow, someone would notice something.

His resentment towards Fang Ling could not be dispelled, and after it deeply permeated his soul, it made him lose his rationality.

Little did they know that the more impatient they became, the more it proved their identity as extraterrestrial demons.

"My poor child!"

Two lines of clear tears streamed down Ah Yin's face, and she let out a long sigh.

"Mother, let me explain! I am..." Tang San said hurriedly.

"You were born into this world by devouring the original soul of this body!" Fang Ling interrupted him with a cold laugh.

"I didn't!" Tang San wasn't sure if that was true. He was confused when he transmigrated and was a bit of a scatterbrain, but he still instinctively refuted it.

I can't keep falling into Fang Ling's rhythm; I have to ask myself a question!

"Is what you're saying the truth? You used your mother's death to provoke me in the past? Who knows if you're just spouting nonsense now?" Tang San seized on Fang Ling's lies and wouldn't let go.

"I know Tang Hao and your personalities. From the moment we got the soul bone, we've been enemies. You believe what I say? Why don't you go eat shit when I tell you to?"

"I already found the place, why couldn't I just take it quietly? Why did I have to leave a note?" Fang Lingmie shook his head with a smile. "What a silly, adorable little thing!"

"Fang Ling! You! Ugh..." The power of resentment had exceeded the proportion of the Asura God's power. Tang San was provoked by Fang Ling and twisted left and right, wanting to curse loudly.

However, the soul-binding chains were very secure, and he could not move at all.

Even his mouth was sealed shut, so he couldn't utter a single word.

"What about me?" Fang Ling pointed to her forehead. "What do you think this is?"

"The God of Death! The Master of the Laws of the Soul!"

"A soul from another world devouring souls from Douluo Continent, how could I not recognize it? Are you and I just sitting idly by holding these godhoods?"

"And..." Fang Ling smiled maliciously, reaching out to pull Tang San's fate out of his grasp.

The fate of a god, protected by the law of slaughter, is not easily altered. However, Tang San is left with only his soul, a rootless duckweed, a phoenix with its feathers plucked.

Furthermore, his fate was tainted by Fang Ling during his ascension to godhood, making it difficult to trace back further.

In the battle just now, Tang San performed too weakly, which resulted in him not being able to use many of his backup plans.

Fang Ling made a concrete example out of waste, which was just right to give A Yin proof!

With his divine armor donned, the dazzling rose-gold Eye of Destiny between his brows opened. He forcefully pulled along Tang San's Web of Destiny with both hands, revealing a distinct line of destiny imbued with an otherworldly aura to the world.

The Asura God is a law enforcement god in the divine realm, and the land he controls is nothing more than the territory of the divine realm. The source of this soul must be within the territory of the divine realm!

"Tang San, outer disciple of the Tang Clan of Bashu!"

Having completed the tracing, Fang Ling uttered these words, one by one.

With a look of utter shock in his eyes, he lightly tapped his index finger, revealing Tang San's life through the Thread of Fate.

She was taken in by Elder Tang Lan of the outer sect and brought back to the Tang Sect. She secretly learned the "Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record," crafted hidden weapons, created the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, jumped off a cliff, and then her soul descended to the Douluo Continent, where she heard a deep male voice calling, "Third Sister, don't abandon me!"...

Tang San's past and present lives flashed before everyone's eyes like a phantom.

"To have such a clear consciousness even as an infant, to be able to remember what people said, is truly remarkable! And what about that 'Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record,' so different from the style of those on the mainland, and the Tang Clan's hidden weapons?"

In an instant, his true colors were revealed, Tang San's defenses crumbled, his pupils dilated, and he gasped for breath.

Fang Ling pressed his advantage: "You really think your father, a Title Douluo, didn't know about the abnormalities you've shown since childhood?"

"You were malnourished as a child, a thin, short, dark-skinned little boy! Didn't you ever think about why you couldn't get enough to eat?"

"Tang Hao, you tell him." Fang Ling casually pointed, and Tang Hao, with hair as sharp as steel needles, a dark complexion, and a burly build, appeared in front of him.

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Tang San saw that familiar figure again, his mouth gaped open, and his heart skipped a beat: "Father!"

Having been sealed within the divine kingdom, Tang Hao was inevitably excited to see the light of day again. He glanced quietly at the clear sky that Fang Ling had repaired before looking at Tang San.

Tang Hao also heard Fang Ling's question, and his gaze towards Tang San was particularly complicated at this moment.

Tang Hao is a Title Douluo; even if he's drunk, how could he not know?

After all, Tang San was the fruit of his love with Ah Yin, so Tang Hao always kept a part of his mind on Tang San and paid close attention to him at all times!

Those unusual things naturally came into view.

There are precedents for precociousness, but did Tang San really think he had concealed his behavior well before awakening his martial soul?

That's an ability that's absolutely unparalleled in the Douluo Continent!

"Little Third, my god is right. You have too many flaws. If it weren't for your unparalleled talent of twin martial souls and innate full soul power, which gave me hope for revenge, I wouldn't have acknowledged you."

His words were icy and utilitarian, a heavy blow to Tang San.

With his parents' relationship almost completely severed, Tang San suffered a huge mental blow.

He also thought of a question: "When I became a god, I felt my soul shatter, yet I inexplicably passed the test in the end..."

This is what he can't understand and finds strange.

Fang Ling grinned: "I helped you get through it, and I repaired your soul!"

"Didn't the Asura God stop it?!"

"He wanted to lessen your resentment towards me, so he created an illusion of me for you to kill, but it backfired, and I sensed it."

"I had a backup plan left in your soul, but unfortunately, it wasn't used."

Fang Ling's eyes flickered slightly. Tang San's soul split, but then healed under a mysterious fluctuation.

Tang San:……

After a long silence, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Where are the Tang Sect and the Clear Sky Sect?"

Fang Ling stated bluntly: "All those who participated in the war and harbored hostility towards the Martial Soul Empire will be executed."

"The Tang Clan was dismantled, but their hidden weapons were indeed excellent, and they will be given new opportunities in the future. The Haotian Sect, including Tang Xiao, Tang Yuehua, and many third-generation disciples, all died."

"The souls have already entered my divine kingdom, would you like to see them?"

Tang San shook his head blankly, having nothing more to say.

It's all over now that things have come to this!

He simply gave up all resistance and allowed the power of death to erode his soul.

He lost his fighting spirit and saw no hope. Even the God of Asura couldn't save him. The major god-kings of the God Realm all tacitly agreed that the position of God of Asura was in Fang Ling's hands.

These are Fang Ling's spoils of war, and they will eventually be passed on to someone else and return to the God Realm. No one else has the right to ask about them.

It's just a divine king's position; it may be important, but if it offends the future supreme god, then it's not worth the loss.

……

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed. Fang Ling opened his eyes in the Hall of Death Judgment, holding a blood-red greatsword.

The crimson greatsword gleamed, its surface radiant with the brilliant divine light of the laws.

Over the course of a year, he persevered and worked tirelessly, finally stripping Tang San of his divine status and officially turning him into a dead spirit!

This is something to celebrate.

Once the energy of the City of Slaughter is restored and the divine power is fully accumulated again, Fang Ling can pass on the Asura Godhood to whomever he wants!

He already has a goal: to give it to his grandfather, Dugu Bo!

Age is not a problem; Tang Chen also made it to the eighth exam, didn't he?

Dugu Bo is even more suitable to play with a hammer than Tang Chen!

Ruthless and merciless, a mass murderer, his infamy could stop a child from crying at night.

He has never been to the City of Slaughter, yet his killing intent is enough to materialize; he is a more suitable Asura God embryo than Tang Chen!

Of course, Dugu Bo's cultivation level is not high enough for the time being, and the energy of the Slaughter City is also insufficient. In a short period of time, the Asura Temple will not be able to gather enough energy to condense the divine ring.

Therefore, after considering various factors, Fang Ling established the Hall of Death Trial!

A year has passed, and the world has changed dramatically.

The original Star Luo Empire has been brought under the control of the Spirit Empire, and the Star Luo Soul Masters have been scattered and relocated to various parts of the empire.

Wuhun City naturally became the capital of the Wuhun Empire, and is currently undergoing extensive construction.

After much consideration, a topic has been brought up – revisiting old grievances.

That is, to sweep away the evil in the world and eliminate all demons and monsters!

In a world without extraordinary abilities, where power structures are deeply entrenched, rulers would never dare to act rashly if they wanted to issue decrees normally.

Any action taken will at most be all bark and no bite.

However, this is the Douluo Continent!

What ensures the Martial Soul Empire's ability to rule the world without being overthrown is not the will of the people, nor military power, but the unparalleled personal power of a god!

Fang Ling took the initiative to do this strenuous task.

It means nothing else, it's just for the soul.

Incidentally, it also serves to rectify the discipline of the Martial Soul Empire and regulate the behavior of Soul Masters.

His genius is unparalleled throughout history, and his generous bestowal of tens of thousands of millennia-old soul bones to fill the imperial treasury has brought his fame to its peak.

This does not include the baptism of life divine power when a martial soul awakens.

He was extremely beloved.

But at the same time, its reputation for brutality is unparalleled.

Bibi Dong abdicated her throne half a year ago and secretly comprehended the laws of nature, hoping to resolve her appearance problem as soon as possible. The world is grateful for her agreement to allow the mainland to proceed, but few know about it.

Qian Renxue is the Sun Angel Goddess, the new Empress of the Martial Soul Empire, and must be mindful of her reputation.

Of the three gods, only Fang Ling didn't care about his reputation.

His faith comes from the realm of the dead, and the world's faith is dispensable.

In order to replenish the City of Slaughter and make up for the energy lost due to Tang San's ascension to godhood as soon as possible, the Hall of Death Judgment, in the name of the gods, judges all the guilty.

With a million undead enforcing the law, there is no room for reason or compassion. Moreover, the undead directly interact with Fang Ling, wielding immense power, and no one in the world is beyond their jurisdiction to be judged!

With the eye of destiny, a single glance is enough to ascertain the sins of the world.

To this end, Fang Ling also consulted with the God of Asura and, after gaining control of the City of Slaughter, called a halt to the purge of the remnants of the two great empires and the wicked nobles.

These sinners were escorted to the City of Slaughter by the Hall of Death's Judgment.

The demiplane of Slaughter City was almost completely filled.

Providing blood while alive and offering a soul after death, it can be said that its value has been squeezed to the maximum extent.

(End of this chapter)