Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect

Tang San frowned, looked up at the sky, and asked: "Is this tower a storage space type soul guide?!"

Tang San had also heard that some precious soul guides could store life, forming a spatial ecosystem within the soul guide, which could not only store living things but also be used for planting. However, these soul guides were extremely rare and the internal space was not large. The most Tang San had heard of was half an acre of land.

But this is more than just half an acre of land!

But that’s true, this ghost tower is so huge, the internal space must be more powerful than those pocket-sized soul guides.

The two Killing Messengers did not respond to Tang San's question, but silently led the way.

Finally, the Killing Envoy led Tang San into a magnificent ancient temple. This ancient temple was so magnificent that at first glance, one would think it was the residence of a god. After bringing Tang San into the ancient temple, the Killing Envoy retreated silently.

Not long after the Killing Messenger left, a voice rang out: "Come, let your mother take a good look at you."

The voice was particularly pleasant and had a special charm. As the voice fell, a woman came over, graceful and charming, attracting everyone's attention.

When Tang San discovered her, the figure had already appeared in front of him like a ghost. Her dress was not much different from that of the Killing Messenger. A black veil covered her face, leaving only a pair of bright eyes. She was dressed in black, and the long, trailing clothes could hardly hide her beautiful figure.

The only difference between him and other killing messengers is that he has a fan-shaped mark between his eyebrows and his hair is tied up with a strange hairpin.

Tang San slowly took two steps back without saying anything, then his soul power poured into the soul guide and he took out a token from it. This was the Douluo Token of the Haotian Sect, the token of his father Tang Hao. There was only one in the world, but now this token was missing a corner.

Seeing this, the woman covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "I didn't expect that a rough guy like Tang Hao could raise such a cautious child. It seems I was right to let him take you away instead of staying here."

With a flip of his hand, the missing corner of the token lay quietly on the palm of his hand. There was no doubt that the two fit together perfectly. When the missing corner and the token were put together, the token suddenly emitted a burst of light, and a projection of the Clear Sky Hammer emerged.

What really confirms the identity is not whether they can be put together, but the soul power left by Tang Hao on the missing corner. When the soul power of the missing corner contacts the token, it will release the projection of Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit. This is the real way to verify.

Seeing that the missing character indeed possessed his father's soul power, it was absolutely correct. The token could be copied, but no one in this world could possibly copy the soul power of Haotian Douluo.

"Believe it now." Hongyan couldn't help but smile as she looked at her cautious son. She slowly leaned over, opened her arms and hugged him.

Being suddenly hugged, Tang San subconsciously felt a little nervous, his body tensing up. After all, even if his ID was correct, he still hadn't seen his mother in ten years. Soon, the feeling of being connected by blood made him relax.

"I'm sorry, son. Mother has never hugged you. I'm sorry." Hongyan's voice was filled with sadness as she apologized twice.

Tang San slowly shook his head and said, "It's okay, Dad told me that the Killing Messenger cannot leave here."

Hearing this, Hongyan's expression changed. She slowly let go of his hand, her eyes becoming serious as she said, "The Messenger of Slaughter? No, this is just a name given to us by the outside world. It's just a nicer name. We are nothing more than servants, slaves, slaves of the God of Slaughter."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San saw his mother slowly taking off her veil. Under the black veil was a hideous mark, as if it was used to mark her identity.

"Mother, this mark of yours is!"

Hongyan put on the veil and said, "This black veil is not a decoration or a garment at all. It is a fig leaf to cover the slave mark on my face."

Tang San was stunned when he heard this. The Slaughter Messenger was the slave of the God of Slaughter?!

But after thinking about it, there was nothing wrong with it. According to his father's description, these messengers of killing did not deliver orders, nor were they the spokespersons of the City of Killing. They were more like groups of people responsible for working in the City of Killing, and they were responsible for leading people who came to the City of Killing.

Aren't the workers in the Slaughter City the slaves of the God of Slaughter? That's not wrong.

"Your father should have described the situation in the City of Slaughter to you." Hearing this, Tang San nodded.

Hong Yan smiled coldly and said, "Every year, various soul masters enter the City of Slaughter. In that crime-ridden city, those soul masters are lawless and only need to kill and contribute blood to fulfill the mission of the God of Slaughter. However, that city still has endless resources to maintain its operation. Do you know why?"

Chapter 41: Ghosts, Rakshasa

Tang San and Tang Hao were also puzzled by this matter at the time, because there was no currency in the Slaughter City, and all food and drink were provided free of charge. Here, the dead were the most valuable, and everyone used the number of skulls they owned as a symbol of their power. The blood and skulls of their own slain opponents could be exchanged for other items.

At that time, Tang Hao thought that it was the property left behind by the dead soul masters in the City of Slaughter, which was taken out by the Killing Messenger to the outside world to be sold and used to buy food. After all, the City of Slaughter had its own tavern, so it was normal for it to have industries outside.

But now looking at it this way, I'm afraid that all the supplies in the City of Slaughter are supplied through here. No wonder the tower is full of fruits, vegetables, grains, spiritual springs and precious medicines. So this is how it is!

The women serve as Killing Messengers and are responsible for reception and guidance in the Killing City, while the men farm and collect herbs to supply the Killing City. Moreover, her mother and other Killing Messengers cannot leave the city forever, which is really no different from slaves.

Tang San also keenly noticed some key words and asked, "Mother, you just mentioned the mission of the God of Slaughter? What does that mean?"

The existence of gods is no longer a secret, and it is rumored that the City of Slaughter was left behind by a powerful god who reached level 100. However, the word "mission" is intriguing.

Moreover, Tang San had heard the four words "God's Mission" more than once, or it could be said that many people in the entire Douluo Continent had heard it, even ordinary people had heard it.

Because of the Spirit Hall.

The Spirit Hall has always said that it is God's spokesperson and messenger, and that it is committed to fulfilling God's mission and shining God's light on the earth.

The entire continent has heard about the Spirit Hall's propaganda. Of course, no one really takes it seriously. After all, this is the usual method used by religions, and in the end, it's all for their own benefit.

But now that it came from my mother's mouth, it felt a little different.

Pope, are you serious? You truly have a mission from God!

Hearing this, Hong Yan's eyes became serious, and she asked seriously, "Son, can you show me your martial spirit?"

Tang San could also see that what was going to happen next was of great importance and there couldn't be the slightest mistake, so he didn't waste any words and revealed his second martial soul.

The moment she saw the mark, Hongyan became excited, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's God's mark. Yes, it worked. It really worked."

Tang San thought to himself, "God? Mother didn't refer to him as the God of Slaughter this time, but simply called him God?"

"Son, come with me." Without giving Tang San time to think, Hong Yan pulled Tang San and walked towards the depths of the palace.

After passing through the palace, Tang San came to the back of this exquisite palace under the guidance of his mother. Originally, Tang San thought that there should be a back garden or a garden behind the palace, but the scene before him was far beyond his expectations, even creepy.

Looking ahead, there was darkness, a dead silence, and a desolate wasteland. There was nothing but darkness here, no light at all. The place where they stood was like the boundary between light and darkness. Looking out into the distance, it felt like the end of the world was ahead. If they crossed this point, they would enter a dark world, the underworld.

Hong Yan did not hesitate and immediately summoned her martial soul. The mark on her forehead glowed. The next second, a red evil ghost martial soul appeared behind her. The red evil ghost's skin was covered with lava-like cracks, sharp bone spurs grew on the joints, and her eyes burned with ghostly green fire. Nine chains were wrapped around her body, piercing through her scapula, heart, knees and other vital parts.

Eight soul rings emerged, and it could be seen that Tang San's mother was a Soul Douluo. However, the difference was that her eight soul rings were not lime-colored, but were locked by the chains of her martial soul.

The Slaughter City sealed the spirit rings. Tang San's spirit ring was gray, which meant it was sealed. But the strange thing was that his mother's spirit ring had color, but was locked by chains.

Not only the spirit, Tang San also discovered that some lines appeared on the mark between his mother's eyebrows. These lines extended from the mark on her face, forming a chain-like shape to cover the mark.

Tang San suddenly understood why his mother said the mark on his face was a slave mark. Even his martial spirit and spirit ring were suppressed!

He had seen many inherited martial spirits, but this kind of suppression seal passed down from generation to generation was the first time he had seen it.

Perhaps this suppression is the fundamental reason why she cannot leave the City of Slaughter. Even Hell Road and Tang Hao, who possesses the domain of the God of Killing, cannot take her away from here!

"Is this the power of God? Even if God is gone, its suppression can prevent others from leaving this prison forever." This power is too terrifying, far beyond the level of Titled Douluo.

After the martial spirit was summoned, the darkness in front of him slowly dissipated. As the two went deeper, Tang San could see clearly what was in the darkness.

The earth collapsed, and countless cracks appeared, forming huge abyss-like valleys. The whole world was lifeless, as if it had been completely swallowed up. Not to mention life, there was not even light, as if it had returned to nothingness.

Seeing this, Tang San was not a fool. He had already guessed that the battlefield with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses that he saw when his martial soul awakened was here.

Finally, Tang San and his mother stopped in front of a ruin. The area around the ruin had long since changed from what it once was. Only a black stone statue, with only a small half left, was still standing there.

Tang San looked at the badly broken black statue and asked, "Mother, do you have your own gods to worship, just like the Spirit Hall?"

"No, it's different, because our gods have fallen. A war between gods once broke out here."

Tang San was not surprised, because he had already guessed that the scene he saw when he awakened his martial soul was two powerful men fighting, and judging from the current situation in the City of Slaughter, the final winner would probably be the God of Slaughter.

Therefore, the losing party will be punished by God, and their descendants and believers will be trapped here and unable to get out and complete the so-called mission.

Looking at the shattered stone statue, Hong Yan continued, "The God of Slaughter achieved ultimate victory and ultimately established the City of Slaughter here. His goal was to select his successor through the trials he set up and pass on his power. The Domain of the God of Slaughter is one of the powers he left behind. Maintaining the power of the God of Slaughter requires killing, and we, however, will never be able to leave this place until his successor appears."

"That god who advocates killing calls himself the God of Killing, Shura. And our god is a ghost god, Rakshasa."

Chapter 42 Ceremony

"Ghosts, gods, Rakshasa?!"

Tang San finally realized that it was no wonder that the city here was called Ghost Town. It was called Ghost Town and Ghost Tower because they believed in ghosts and gods. The City of Slaughter was because they believed in the God of Killing Shura.

After Hong Yan finished speaking, she couldn't help but sigh and said, "This is the origin of your martial soul."

Tang San looked at the spirit badge on the back of his hand and murmured, "Rakshasa spirit, it turns out my spirit is Rakshasa, not the killing spirit."

Hong Yan smiled and said, "You're right about the killing spirit. There's a connection between the Shura God and the Rakshasa God. They were both born from the eternal belief in killing. You can easily see that from the killing field in the Slaughter City. The Shura God fights and kills non-stop, slaughtering everything that stands in his way. The more he kills, the stronger he becomes, cultivating the way of killing."

"And Rakshasa symbolizes the obsession with absorbing death and negative emotions from living beings. It absorbs not only the Qi and blood of living beings, but also their murderous aura. Massive death is naturally accompanied by slaughter. Therefore, the two gods, though of the same clan, have distinct differences. This is also the fundamental reason for the war between the two gods."

Tang San also understood why the two powerful men who had both broken through level 100 would eventually fight each other, because the two gods had different and even conflicting philosophies.

"Then mother, does my Rakshasa spirit need a special ceremony to fully awaken?" Tang San returned to the point. He came to awaken his second spirit. It was obvious that his Rakshasa spirit had not yet completed its awakening. Now there was only a mark on it, which could not be called a spirit at all.

Hong Yan nodded and said, "That's right, you should know that the Spirit Hall believes in angel gods, and they possess angel spirits."

Tang San nodded. The whole continent knew about this, the six-winged angel spirit.

"Their Angel Martial Spirits also require a special awakening ceremony, and the ceremony can also grant the Angel Martial Spirit's Soul Master an additional ten levels of soul power."

Tang San was shocked and said, "An extra ten levels?! That angel spirit has full innate spirit power!"

Hong Yan smiled and said, "More than just full innate soul power, if a soul master with an angel spirit has innate soul power of level 10, plus the angel ritual, the highest innate soul power of a soul master with an angel spirit is level 20."

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"Six years old, and level twenty?!" This was the first time Tang San heard of this secret. No wonder Pope Qian Xunji was known as the fastest soul master in those days. He broke through to the Titled Douluo at the age of fifty, setting a new record for the fastest Titled Douluo at that time. However, it was later broken by his father who broke through to the Titled Douluo at the age of forty-three.

It turns out that their angel martial spirits can be cheated, giving them an extra ten levels of soul power. No wonder it's so fast.

Tang San asked: "Mother, what about our Rakshasa spirit?"

Hong Yan pinched Tang San's little face with her jade hands and said with a smile: "Of course."

Hiss, hiss, hiss!! Tang San was delighted. It really was true that no amount of acquired effort could be as good as being born with good conditions.

Haotian’s father, Luosha’s mother, and I won without any effort.

Hong Yan continued, "However, your soul power is not level 0 now. The awakening ceremony should not increase it to level , but it should not be a problem for you to reach level ."

Soul power naturally gets stronger with each level. Now that I have awakened my martial soul, it has reached level 30. This extra bonus is great.

Seeing her son's excitement, Hong Yan said, "Son, the tenth level granted by the awakening ceremony is just an appetizer for the Rakshasa Martial Soul. Every god has his or her own special inheritance trial. Passing these trials will bring unexpected benefits. As long as you are a member of my clan, even if you haven't awakened the Rakshasa Martial Soul, you can still enjoy the benefits of the inheritance trial."

Tang San was not at all surprised by this inheritance trial, because the Haotian Sect also had it.

The inheritance trial of Haotian Sect is the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique. There are a total of 9981 Chaos Cloak Hammer Techniques. The physical strength consumed every nine times is very terrifying, so the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique is also divided into nine levels by Haotian Sect. Every breakthrough in a level is a breakthrough for the body, and the benefits obtained are self-evident.

Moreover, if the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique can reach the Nine Nines Return to One Realm, it can also be used to practice more advanced soul skills. As for what soul skills they are, even Tang San doesn't know. He needs to truly reach that realm before he can tell him, so as to prevent the disciple from being too eager for quick success and going astray.

As if seeing through her son's inner thoughts, Hong Yan said, "The trials of God are completely different from those of your Haotian Sect. Passing the trials will truly grant you gifts. They are tangible gifts. They could be boosts to your soul power, soul rings, physical strength, or even divine weapons."

Hearing this, Tang San was stunned. Huh? This trial wasn't just for training? It really had to be something! No wonder Qianxunji was training so fast, it seemed like he had divine help. No, how did his father break the record? Did he surpass a god?!

Tang San thought of something, looked at the tattered stone statue that looked like nothing, and asked, "But mother, didn't the Rakshasa God fall?"

Now that Rakshasa God is dead, can he still leave behind his power inheritance like other gods?

Tang San's question clearly hit the nail on the head. Hong Yan was silent for a moment before shaking her head and saying, "Gods don't truly die. Although the Rakshasa God has fallen and his consciousness has vanished, his divine power hasn't disappeared. It was simply shattered by the Shura God and merged with the world's soul power. Through special methods, one can resonate with the Rakshasa God's divine power, begin trials, and receive trial rewards."