The Tree Realm Descends on Douluo Continent

Chapter 263 The Eight Trials of Rakshasa, the Rakshasa God's Perverse Interests.

The mutation of martial souls has always been an unavoidable topic in the world of soul masters, and everyone is both afraid and looking forward to it.

If you're lucky enough to encounter a positive mutation, it will be an immense benefit for a Soul Master, perhaps even leading to instant advancement. However, if it's a malignant mutation, you can only accept your bad luck and curse the heavens.

Tang San was filled with trepidation. He carefully manipulated the Blue Silver Grass to experiment and found that its basic functions and abilities had not changed, which puzzled him.

Once a martial soul mutates, some changes will definitely occur. Is there anything that you haven't noticed yet?

Unwilling to give up, and realizing that there was no other danger around, Tang San experimented with all the soul skills of the Blue Silver Grass one by one, and found that apart from the Blue Silver Grass being more resilient, it had no other special characteristics.

Suddenly, when the Blue Silver Grass touched some small bats that weren't quite dead yet, something changed. A life force entered his body and slowly transformed into soul power.

"This!" Tang San's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his hands trembled slightly with excitement.

Having the Eight Spider Lances, he knew all too well what this meant. Moreover, unlike his own external soul bone, which could devour, the Blue Silver Grass could directly convert the opponent's life force into soul power without any transformation.

This is no place to be trifled with. Tang San tried hard to suppress the smile on his lips, but his heart was burning with excitement.

The rest of the journey was much easier. It posed little challenge for him, who possessed the Flying Claw, and he didn't encounter any monsters along the way.

"Is this what the road to hell is like?"

Because everything was going too smoothly, Tang San lost his initial excitement and gradually became more wary.

Sometimes, things going too smoothly often mean that there are definitely big risks waiting for him ahead.

"A great battle took place here, and both sides were definitely very large." Looking at the blood-stained and ravaged rock walls, Tang San's eyes flashed with solemnity.

Upon learning of this, he became more cautious and slowed down.

Gradually, the air became scorching hot, and a chilling sense of oppression instantly enveloped his heart. Affected by this, Tang San involuntarily released his killing intent.

Anxiety and violent emotions often appeared in his mind.

"Not good! We must get through here quickly." Tang San thought with alarm, and used Ghost Shadow Tracking to move forward rapidly.

Ignoring the dangers ahead, he could sense an evil aura emanating from the area. If he remained under its influence for too long and his mind became chaotic, he feared he would never be able to escape.

"So this is the most dangerous part of the Road to Hell!"

The scenery on both sides kept receding, but the air became hotter and hotter, and correspondingly, the surrounding red fog gradually thickened.

Tang San hurriedly activated his Xuan Tian Gong to resist, but the effect was minimal. He realized that this place had the greatest impact on people's spirit, and the more distracting thoughts one had, the greater the impact.

His eyes were gradually stained with blood, and only by continuously using the Purple Demon Eye could he feel some relief.

However, Tang San's mental strength is limited, making it impossible for him to use his eye power continuously.

A malevolent thought arose from the depths of his heart, stirring up the frustrations and resentments he had suffered since childhood. This resentment grew rapidly, and Tang San gradually lost his way.

In a void at the edge of the divine realm, the Rakshasa God suddenly opened her eyes, sensing that her arrangements in the City of Slaughter had been triggered once again.

With great interest, he turned his gaze to the lower realm: "That old guy, the Asura God, is really lucky. He doesn't have to do anything, and these geniuses are lining up to come to him one by one."

"But this is fine too, it saves me from wasting my own time." The Rakshasa God carefully observed the situation in the lower realm to avoid causing too much fluctuation and alerting the Asura God.

"Another one with twin martial souls, but judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem like a kind soul. Interesting."

After thoroughly examining Tang San, the God of War smiled and began to ponder: "His aptitude is decent, and his martial soul has some advantages, but Bibi Dong has a high chance of passing the divine trial, so it's really a difficult choice. But no matter what, we definitely can't let the God of War get away with this!"

"I've got it!" A sudden inspiration flashed through Rakshasa's mind, and the corners of her mouth gradually widened. She had suddenly thought of a fun idea.

The lower realm, a city of slaughter.

Believe in me, and you will gain boundless power.

The crimson mist deepened in color, and a divine voice suddenly echoed in Tang San's mind. This unexpected voice brought him back to his senses for a brief moment.

Along with the sound came a pure and powerful force.

He could clearly sense the power of this force, and that it was fundamentally different from that of a Soul Master.

In the darkness, it seemed as if a divine voice was telling him about the past of the gods.

There are many legends about gods in the continent, but people know very little about them. However, Tang San's intuition tells him that the voice in his mind is real.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

I've actually come into contact with a god! If I gain this power, who on the continent could be my match?

Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot, and his heart was inexplicably excited. This meant that his future would not be limited to the Soul Master system, and he would be able to reach a higher level.

What Li Xun, what Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, what empire and Spirit Hall, will all eventually grovel at his feet. And his and his sect's situation will undergo a dramatic change.

Tang San's heart burned with fervor. He used his spiritual power to connect with that force and conveyed the words he wanted to say: "Respected Rakshasa God, I will believe in you for life."

[Very good, but others have already passed my test before you. You must prove your worth.]

Tang San's heart tightened, and he instantly understood. A powerful god would certainly not have a successor: "Of course, I will prove to you how correct your choice was."

As his voice faded, a surge of information entered his mind, and a mark suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

[The first of Rakshasa God's eight trials: Devouring the life force of one hundred people]

When Tang San looked through the message, he was stunned. It was a test given by a god.

Perhaps sensing his doubt, a message flashed through his mind, describing the authority of the Rakshasa god.

"An evil god?" Tang San pondered, but after a moment his resolve hardened: "The goodness or badness of power is irrelevant to good or evil. It is good when used for good, and evil when used for evil. As long as I stay true to myself, even an evil god can be a righteous god."

In the realm of gods, Rakshasa God laughed heartily upon seeing Tang San's thoughts, finding them quite amusing.

She stretched and said, "It's been a long time since I've come across such a fun toy. It looks even more interesting than that Bibi Dong."

"Oh! You noticed so quickly?" Sensing the anomaly in the divine realm, Rakshasa smiled, then tore open a rift in the void and slipped inside, leaving only a phantom image behind.

Shortly after Rakshasa God left, an attack struck, shattering space and obliterating the illusory image. A tall figure appeared from not far away: "They say once, twice, but not a third time, Rakshasa God!"

(End of this chapter)