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Chapter 566 Ascending to the Divine Realm
A deafening roar shook the universe, and fourteen dazzling wings of light suddenly unfurled behind Tang San—even though he had not fused his martial soul with Qian Renxue, after killing Qian Xunji and converting his angel soul ring, the profound characteristics of the six-winged angel martial soul had been fully integrated into his martial soul.

As golden light swirled, spatial-attribute soul power surged like a tide, enveloping his entire body. In the next instant, he tore through space and time, speeding towards the coordinates of the God Realm at a speed exceeding the limits of light.

In Tang Chen's era, Tang Chen was known as the strongest on land, Qian Daoliu as the strongest in the sky, and Poseidon as the strongest in the ocean. Now, Tang San is the strongest, without any qualifier.

"boom--"

With a flap of his wings, he broke through layers of obstacles like a meteor, reaching the chosen coordinates of the divine realm. The jewel in his left hand burst forth with dazzling light, and his spatial-attribute soul skill even cracked a hole in the vacuum of space.

During this astonishing ascension journey, all obstacles retreated before they could even get close, as if the entire universe was making way for this Soul Master who defied the heavens.

“It’s coming.” The old Rakshasa’s weathered voice echoed in the sea of ​​souls.

Tang San's gaze suddenly sharpened like a blade, his eyes piercing through layers of dark matter, as if he wanted to see the very origin of the universe.

In that split second!! "Boom!"

A colossal finger, spanning the entire galaxy, descended from the void, like a divine pillar supporting the heavens and earth, carrying the divine might to suppress all ages and sealing off all paths. The surging divine power reverberated throughout the star field; this was undoubtedly an obstruction from the realm of gods!

Faced with this devastating attack, Tang San simply raised his right arm calmly. The bone of the Evil Death Spider Emperor's right arm shimmered with an eerie light, and a death ray, condensed to its extreme, shot forth.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no explosive burst of energy. Under the gentle touch of the death ray, the colossal finger that seemed to reach the sky melted away as quietly as morning dew meeting the rising sun, instantly transforming into specks of starlight that dissipated into the boundless universe.

Tang San stood with his arms folded, his fourteen wings shimmering with mysterious light under the starlight. He looked toward the God Realm, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.

With a deafening roar, Tang San stood atop a solitary peak on the edge of the God Realm, his hands clasped behind his back. His fourteen wings of light slowly folded behind him, transforming into specks of golden light that disappeared into his body. He had indeed forged too many divine connections—or rather, divine grudges—on Douluo Star; even he himself couldn't remember exactly how many gods he had clashed with.

"What level of deity will be coming? A priest? A third-level god? Or a second-level god?" Facing the impending divine war, Tang San showed no fear in his eyes, but instead, his fighting spirit burned fiercely.

The old Rakshasa's voice rang out, saying, "Generally speaking, gods above the second level are rarely seen anymore. Those first-level gods are busy with their own affairs, and some even no longer want to be gods and are looking for successors."

"However, you little fellow have offended quite a few gods, so it's hard to say."

Before the words were even finished, another unexpected event occurred!
The sky suddenly tore open, and a five-clawed giant hand, wreathed in chaotic energy, pierced through the air. As divine runes flowed across its palm, the surrounding space began to collapse, as if this palm could truly crush stars!
"Who cares what level of god it is, let's give it a try." Tang San's eyes sharpened. Instead of summoning the Clear Sky Hammer, he flipped his hand and took out the Trident of the Sea God.

"The vast ocean and the sky are collapsing!"

Tang San gripped his trident, drawing a brilliant blue arc in the air, from which towering waves surged forth. The waves, imbued with his soul power, flickered and transformed into nine swirling waterspouts.

At the center of the tornado, highly compressed heavy water was concentrated, each drop containing the power to shatter mountains and split the earth. When the halberd's power reached its peak, the nine tornadoes merged into a blue halberd shadow that stretched across the sky, like an entire ocean pouring down from the heavens.

Two world-destroying forces collided violently, and the aftershocks of the divine clash instantly reduced the meteorite belt within a thousand miles to dust.

As the energy storm subsided, Tang San gracefully landed on a solitary peak in the God Realm, where a figure had been waiting for him for some time. It was a seemingly young man, clad in a dark gold, flowing robe that billowed even without wind. Most striking was the fleshy crown on his forehead—shaped like a lingzhi mushroom, yet gleaming with a metallic sheen, with crimson lines constantly flowing across its surface. His silver hair was like moonlight, its ends adorned with specks of golden light.

When he looked up, he saw two double images in his pupils—a dazzling golden ring on the outside, and a chaotic dark red inside. He exuded an ancient and ferocious aura, as if he had existed since the beginning of time.

"The Undying Nine-Hearted Begonia, the Ferocious God Tai Sui," Tang San said with a knowing smile, "I didn't expect that the first person to come and catch up with me would be an old acquaintance like you."

His dark gold robes fluttered gently in the breeze of the divine realm, and the lingzhi-shaped fleshy crown on Tai Sui's forehead was shrouded in ominous blood-red patterns. He stared at Tang San, his golden and dark red pupils reflecting the figure of his nemesis.

"It seems you still remember that cause and effect." The fierce god's voice had a metallic quality as it spoke: "Back then, when you severed my divine sense and broke my curse, did you ever imagine that you would be killed by me?"

Two gazes met in mid-air, their divine power colliding and creating a sky full of radiant light.

In a sense, Tang San was the first god to be killed. In fact, Tang San used the power of the evil god to force Bibi Dong to remove the Love-Sickness Heartbreak Red, thus evolving his martial soul. He not only tricked the evil god but also tricked the Flower Goddess.

Moreover, Tang San also eliminated the curse of the Nine Heart Begonia, turning the Nine Heart Begonia martial soul into a true martial soul, no longer cursed to only have two Nine Heart Begonias, one destined to die in one life.

Ye Lingling was saved, but for the evil god, it was equivalent to turning over his ranch.

"Kill him? I'm afraid you, a mere third-level god, are not qualified. If a God-King were to personally come, I think there might be a chance." Hearing the fierce god's words, Tang San smiled and shook his head, saying he wanted a God-King to come!
[Divine Rank: Fierce God (Level 3 God)]

[Divine Power: Level 115]

Tang San's Rakshasa Divine Eye was still effective, and he knew the level of the fierce god he had once used. However, as the Rakshasa God's memories stated, the God Realm no longer cultivated soul power but instead converted it all into divine power, and the divine power level of a third-level god was between 110 and 119.

Hearing Tang San's words, even the fierce god Tai Sui laughed in anger. Tang San, a god who had just ascended to the God Realm, could not possibly be above level 110, because he had not yet inherited the divine power of the previous generation of gods. At most, he would be level 109.

[Martial Soul: Clear Sky Hammer (Rakshasa Martial Soul)]

[Soul Power: Level 109]

"Arrogant!" Tai Sui, his dark gold robes fluttering even without wind, said, "Do you think you can act so recklessly in the God Realm just because you have cultivation in the lower realm?"

Tang San casually sheathed the Trident of the Sea God, his gaze suddenly sharpening: "My soul power is stuck at level 109 because I haven't added any new soul rings yet. But you—" He paused slightly, his tone carrying an undeniable authority, "your cultivation is stuck at level 115 because that's your limit."

Before the words were even finished, the Clear Sky Hammer was already in his hand. The three divine gems simultaneously lit up with red, gold, and blue divine light, reflecting off the twenty soul rings.

"Let me see just how much this so-called Level Three God really is."

Tang San activated the first spirit ring of his Clear Sky Hammer. It was just a casual strike, but with the support of three divine gems, his entire body's spirit bones, dragon bones, and twenty spirit rings, even a casual strike was extremely terrifying!
(End of this chapter)