Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Luo Sanpao, a Counterattack Against the Dragon God

Chapter 27: Rewarding the Asura God's Divine Thought, the Embryonic Form of the God of Slaughter's Position?! (Please continue reading!)

Above the sky, on the shore of Poseidon Island, Poseidon uttered the words, "Whoever becomes a god, I will stay with."

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, it stirred up completely different ripples in the hearts of the three peerless experts.

In the scene, Qian Daoliu's body trembled slightly.

He glanced at Tang Chen, who was full of vigor and confidence, beside him.

He glanced again at Poseidon, who had turned away after saying those words and was gazing at the endless sea.

A hint of bitterness and understanding flashed in those sharp eyes, which ultimately turned into a deep sense of relief.

As the chief priest of the angel god, Qian Daoliu knew better than anyone that his path had already been predetermined.

Those who serve the gods will never attain divine status in their lifetime; this is an ironclad rule, a destiny.

Poseidon, as the high priestess of the sea god, was the same.

Therefore, her statement was not a multiple-choice question at all.

It is an answer.

An answer given only to Tang Chen.

Qian Daoliu understood.

He bowed deeply to Poseidon's retreating figure, a gesture that was both a farewell and a gesture of acceptance.

Qian Daoliu didn't say another word. He turned around and transformed into a golden light, resolutely leaving.

His departing figure carried the desolation of a once-proud genius, as well as the composure of someone who had accepted defeat wholeheartedly.

However, Tang Chen did not grasp this deeper meaning.

Tang Hao's mind and eyes were filled with Poseidon's stunning profile and that vow that sounded like a declaration of war to him.

"Becoming a god?"

Tang Chen laughed heartily, his laughter filled with unparalleled confidence and domineering presence.

Tang Hao stepped forward and solemnly made a promise to Poseidon's retreating figure:

Poseidon, wait for me!
If anyone in this world can become a god, that person must be me, Tang Chen!
The day I return as a god will be the day we can be together again!

Having said that, Tang Hao turned and left without any hesitation.

Tang Hao's steps were firm and powerful, his eyes filled with boundless anticipation.

Little did he know that he had missed the fleeting expectation and the endless disappointment that followed in the eyes of the person behind him.

On the screen, Poseidon slowly turned around, reached out her hand as if trying to grasp something, but in the end could only let it fall limply.

She gazed in the direction where Tang Chen had disappeared, standing alone in the sea breeze, her figure appearing incredibly lonely.

A veiled promise made out of love, and a misunderstanding born of pride, led to a century of lonely waiting and missed opportunities for two top-tier warriors.

The scene shifts rapidly, with the sky displaying the trajectory of Tang Chen after he left.

Tang Chen bid farewell to the sect, entrusting everything to the younger generation, and then embarked on the long journey to find the divine inheritance.

He traversed the icy plains of the far north and set foot in the western deserts, his figure solitary and resolute.

Finally, his footsteps stopped at the entrance of a canyon that exuded an aura of endless evil and bloodshed.

Slaughter City

The three large, blood-red characters, seemingly cast in blood, exuded a chilling, sinister aura.

The narration from the sky began again, tinged with a sigh:
In his quest for the Asura God's throne, Tang Chen resolutely ventured into the City of Slaughter, unaware that this step would mark the beginning of a century of decline...

The screen then slowly dimmed.

The valley was completely silent.

"Mother, why did that older brother leave?"

Yu Zixi's clear voice broke the silence, her little face full of confusion.

"Didn't that pretty lady already choose him? And that uncle in the gold shirt has already left."

Xu Jinlan affectionately stroked her daughter's head and sighed softly: "Silly child, sometimes, men are more foolish than stones when it comes to feelings."

The older woman's words were actually telling Tang Chen, "Of the three of us, I can only choose you," but he took it as a test.

"I think he's very handsome!"

Yu Haoyang couldn't help but interject, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"To fulfill a promise, I dare to challenge becoming a god!"
This is what a true strong person does! Decisive and efficient!

"Haoyang".

Yu Jingcheng spoke calmly, his voice gentle, yet it immediately silenced Yu Haoyang.

"You only saw his passion, but you didn't see his foolishness, let alone Poseidon's loneliness for the next hundred years."

Yu Jingcheng's gaze was deep, as if he could see through that long-forgotten era.

"The high priests and high priests who serve the gods are themselves the representatives of the gods on earth. Their faith and power all come from the gods. This path cuts off their own possibility of becoming gods from the very beginning."

"Qian Daoliu understood, so he withdrew."

When Poseidon uttered those words, it wasn't a test, but rather a disguised confession.

Unfortunately, Tang Chen's pride prevented him from understanding only the literal meaning of the words.

Yu Chenlan bowed slightly and added, his expression solemn:
"A promise made out of love, a misunderstanding born of pride, ultimately led to a century-long tragedy."

How tragic, how lamentable.

These words made Yu Haoyang fall into deep thought. He seemed to understand something, and the fervor on his face gradually faded.

Meanwhile, in distant parts of the world, people who witnessed this scene reacted in various ways.

Poseidon Island.

At the summit of that azure island, a stunning woman, also dressed in a red dress, gazed up at the sky.

The moment Poseidon saw Tang Chen turn and leave, her scepter trembled slightly, and a single, crystal-clear tear finally slid down her beautiful face, frozen in time.

"fool……"

A soft murmur, filled with a century of longing and helplessness, dissipated in the sea breeze.

The city of killing.

Deep underground, on the blood-red throne, a burly figure shrouded in ferocious blood-red armor trembled violently.

A sharp headache struck, and countless fragmented images, not belonging to the "King of Slaughter," flashed wildly through his mind—the azure sea, the woman in the red dress, that bold vow…

"Poseidon?"

He let out a hoarse, painful growl, and in his crimson eyes, a trace of unprecedented struggle and confusion flashed.

Just then, golden light rose again in the sky!

In the sky, a video of Tang Chen arriving in the City of Slaughter played.

He successfully gained the favor of the Asura God and began the Nine Trials of Asura.

However, at the crucial moment of the final test, he was invaded by the Rakshasa God's divine thought, went into a state of demonic possession, and was corrupted by the Asura God's power. At the same time, he was also controlled by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King.

He became the 'King of Slaughter' who dared not step out of the City of Slaughter.

Tang Chen's consciousness then sank into oblivion.

Tang Chen, due to a misunderstanding, lost his beloved and was trapped in a killing city, his soul corrupted.

Their plight is tragic, but their aspirations are commendable.

[A reward is hereby bestowed from the heavens—]

[Reward 1: A wisp of 'Asura God's Divine Thought' to help strengthen his consciousness and restore his clarity!]

[Reward Two: The prototype of the brand-new godhood 'God of Slaughter'—its effectiveness upon release depends on your own efforts!]

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The divine thought of the Asura God, the nascent form of the God of Slaughter?
When did Tianmu's treatment become so good?
　Chapter Three, It's Burned Out! Please don't leave the book unfinished; I'm begging for votes and such!
　　
　
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