Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Tang San's eyes gradually turned crazed and determined.

He slowly stood up from the ground, speaking in his mind, his tone no longer showing the previous resistance:

"Can you really make me stronger?"

The evil god laughed, a laugh filled with an aura of absolute control.

"It's more than just becoming stronger," the evil god tempted.

"If you obey me, I will make you a god. Then, those who humiliated you today will be crawling at your feet like ants, at your mercy."

Tang San took a deep breath. He made his decision.

"Then... Evil Senior, what do I need to do?" Tang San asked in his mind, even changing his form of address.

The god of evil chuckled lightly and said casually:

"You don't need to do anything deliberately. Just stay true to yourself, stay evil as you are now, and eliminate any obstacles you encounter by any means necessary. That's the most basic requirement."

"You'll know the rest when the time is right."

Upon hearing this, Tang San instinctively wanted to retort: ​​I am not evil at all. Everything I do is to protect the people around me, and it is all for justice.

However, he swallowed the words back down.

He didn't voice his rebuttal. Regardless of how the evil god viewed him, what did it matter if he admitted to being evil, as long as he gained power—power strong enough to kill the Thousand-Armed Angel and her sister?

"I understand, senior," Tang San replied silently in his heart.

After agreeing in his heart, Tang San did not hesitate any longer. He immediately sat cross-legged on the bed and began to close his eyes and diligently cultivate the Xuan Tian Gong.

As he entered a meditative state, the voice in his mind gradually subsided and never made a sound again.

Tang San thought the evil senior had gone to rest or lie in hiding, but he didn't know that this divine thought was quietly undergoing a profound transformation within his body.

Tang San's psychology and personality do indeed fit the God of Evil's definition of "born evil." However, his body is, after all, just an ordinary human body, and does not inherently possess any evil attributes.

Therefore, what this divine thought needs to do now is to slowly transform Tang San's bones, meridians, and blood. Subtly and gradually, it will make his physique more resilient and powerful, while simultaneously imprinting evil characteristics deep within his body.

This divine thought from the [Inner Realm] had only one true purpose from beginning to end—to mold Tang San into a perfect "container" and "catalyst".

The divine thought will continuously transform Tang San's body, guiding him to acquire the inheritance of the local [Evil God] in this mortal realm. The moment Tang San truly activates the inheritance of the [Mortal Realm] Evil God King and begins to undergo divine trials, this latent divine thought will completely dissipate its consciousness, leaving only an indelible coordinate mark deep within Tang San's soul.

As long as Tang San's progress in the Divine Trial reaches a certain level, even until the very moment he is about to become a god and sheds his mortal body at his weakest, the true evil god-king in the [Inner Realm] will be able to instantly sense his presence through this coordinate mark.

At that time, the evil god-king of the inner realm won't need to search for a successor at all. She only needs to forcefully tear open the passage between the two realms with the other god-kings of the divine realm committee and directly descend into the [outer realm].

She could directly plunder all of Tang San's divine power and cultivation, forcibly occupy this perfect vessel that she had personally modified, and then merge the original power of the evil god king of the [surface world] with herself.

It's like raising pigs. Giving Tang San power now is just to fatten him up, so that when he's at his fattest, we can slaughter him and eat him.

Tang San was completely unaware of all the cross-dimensional scheming and cruel truths. He was even feeling a surge of excitement at having unexpectedly gained the favor of the gods, and his Xuan Tian Gong was circulating even more vigorously within him.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

Oscar's voice came from outside the door, tinged with worry: "Xiao San, are you alright? I think I heard some noise coming from your room. Is your wound hurting again?"

Since returning from the battle at the Great Soul Arena, Tang San had used the excuse of needing to rest and locked himself in his room, not letting anyone in. Just now, the God of Evil had given him a mental shock, causing him to scream in pain, which Oscar, who lived next door, had obviously heard.

Tang San slowly opened his eyes, concealing the strange glint in them, took a deep breath, and tried to make his voice sound as calm as possible.

"I'm fine, Xiao Ao," Tang San replied.

"Your Qi and blood were a little sluggish during your cultivation just now, but it's back to normal now, so don't worry."

Oscar, standing outside the door, heard Tang San's answer. Although he still had some doubts and felt that Tang San's scream just now didn't seem like a simple case of poor blood circulation, he didn't press the matter further. After all, Tang San had suffered a great shock and needed his own space.

"Then you should get some rest. Call me anytime if you need anything," Oscar said, then turned and left.

As the footsteps outside the door faded into the distance, Tang San closed his eyes again, immersing himself in his yearning for power.

.......

Meanwhile, in another upscale hotel in Soto.

The group from Clayth Academy gathered in the hall. Franya looked at the students before her and announced the upcoming plan.

"Everyone pack your things. We'll head back to Tiandou City first thing tomorrow morning," Franya said crisply.

They exchanged glances, and none of them objected.

During this training trip, they competed in various city arenas and achieved a remarkable winning streak of over twenty matches. Their teamwork in actual combat has also been honed to a high level.

More importantly, Franya knew very well that what they had done tonight at the Soto Grand Arena had gone a bit too far. Not only had they taken the huge prize money from the Grand Arena bets, but Zhao Youji had also castrated the opposing team's coach on the stage. If word got out, the impact would be enormous.

The forces behind the Grand Soul Arena are deeply entrenched. Although they are powerful, there's no need to offend the local bullies for the sake of momentary pleasure. Now that the training objective has been achieved, it's best to leave Soto City and return to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy as soon as possible. This way, you can be more respectful and give the higher-ups of the Grand Soul Arena a way out and save face.

Qian San stood in the line and nodded.

Recalling the "Thousand-Handed Asura" on the arena today, Qian San actually felt a bit troubled.

He wasn't afraid of enemies who would fight head-on, but he could tell that Tang San was a very patient and ruthless person. Today, he had not only broken Tang San's moves but also exposed the secrets of his Tang Sect. Tang San definitely hated him to the core.

This kind of person is like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows. He may not be able to beat you now, but he will keep a close eye on you, waiting for the right moment to strike. As soon as you show the slightest weakness, he will rush in and bite you without hesitation. Even if he doesn't kill you, he will still disgust you.

"It seems I must speed up my cultivation." Qian San made up his mind to himself.

Skills and hidden weapons are important, but in the face of absolute power, any tricks and schemes are useless. His current soul power is level 48, and he must break through to level 50 as soon as possible to become a Soul King.

As long as he widens the gap in soul power level, no matter how Tang San secretly cultivates or makes hidden weapons, he will be invincible.