Douluo Continent: Taking Tang San as a disciple, with a ten-thousand-fold return for teaching him.

The mark left by the God of Slaughter's Domain glowed with a scarlet light.

The light wasn't strong, but in this underground world shrouded in purple moonlight, it pierced the eyes of every guard like a needle.

The lead guard visibly paused for a moment.

His gaze moved from the back of Chen Luo's hand to Chen Luo's face, then across the barrier, and saw Bibi Dong absorbing resentment in the center of the open space.

The same red light was also shining behind Bibi Dong.

Two killing gods.

The lead guard remained silent for a moment, then bowed slightly.

"So it was two slayers, the Gods of Slaughter."

His tone was much more respectful than before, and his attitude became more friendly.

Chen Luo withdrew his right hand and nodded to him.

The guards said nothing more and retreated as quickly as they had come, disappearing into the shadows of the surrounding low stone houses.

Silence returned to the open space.

Only the mournful sound of the surging black air currents remained.

Bibi Dong's cultivation lasted for a very long time.

The black gas flow grew thicker and thicker, transforming from thin wisps into thick, inky columns of smoke.

They swirled and coiled around Bibi Dong, forming a huge black cyclone.

At the center of the cyclone was her cross-legged figure, her plain dress fluttering gently in the air currents.

Her expression remained calm throughout.

Only the occasional flicker of emotion between her brows proved that she was forcibly swallowing up those resentments.

Chen Luo stood at the edge of the barrier, without moving an inch.

Time is hard to perceive in the killing city.

The purple moon is always at the same angle, with no sunrise or sunset.

But Chen Luo's biological clock told him that about three hours had passed.

The black aura gradually faded.

It changed from ink to gray, from a column of smoke back to thin wisps, and finally dissipated into the air.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes.

There was a faint gleam in his purple eyes, but his gaze now carried a heavy, cold aura—a side effect of his resentment.

She slowly stood up and stretched her neck.

The results were decent, but only decent.

Chen Luo watched as the lingering black aura on her body was gradually suppressed by her soul power, and asked, "How is it?"

"It's better than I expected."

Bibi Dong walked up to him and said calmly, "But you are still a long way from becoming a god."

Chen Luo didn't reply. Of course he knew.

Bibi Dong's original path was to create massive deaths through war, absorbing enough resentment to fuel her divine trials.

The road is long and bloody, but it will eventually lead to the end.

No longer necessary.

While the absorption of resentment on the scale of a killing city cannot compare to that of a war, it can still be accumulated little by little.

Moreover, they don't have to bear the consequences of war.

"Not urgent."

Chen Luo removed the barrier, and the golden light gathered and disappeared in his palm: "We can slowly look for other methods. If all else fails, wait until I become a god first, and then I will help you."

Bibi Dong's eyelashes twitched.

She looked at Chen Luo, and the deathly aura that had been building up in her purple eyes dissipated silently.

She gave a soft "hmm".

The two walked out the way they came.

When we passed through that narrow alley, the burly man with the knife was gone, leaving only a pool of dried blood on the ground.

As I walked out of the passageway, the sun was setting.

The orange-red light bathed the entire mountain peak, casting long shadows of the two people.

A dry wind blew by, carrying the smell of earth, washing away the stench of blood from the killing city.

Chen Luo stood at the entrance of the tavern, watching the sunset on the horizon.

Bibi Dong stood beside him.

"Where are you going next?" Chen Luo asked.

"Return to the Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong's voice was somewhat carried away by the evening breeze: "I plan to cultivate diligently for a while."

Chen Luo nodded: "Me too, I need to go into seclusion."

"May we all become gods soon."

Bibi Dong looked at Chen Luo, her purple eyes reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun.

She didn't speak, but a very faint smile curved her lips.

Then she turned around, her plain robes billowing in the wind, and swept away towards the direction of Wuhun City.

Chen Luo stood there, watching her figure disappear into the halo of the setting sun.

The setting sun stretched his shadow longer and longer.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked in another direction.

Chapter 334 Becoming a God

Shrek Academy.

The four characters "Shrek Academy" on the lintel have been repainted in gold, dazzling in the sunlight.

Chen Luo stood at the door, and before he even went in, he could hear shouts coming from inside.

The number of students has increased significantly.

Several unfamiliar faces ran past Chen Luo, glancing at him curiously, probably thinking he was a new teacher.

"stop."

A familiar voice came from behind.

Chen Luo turned around.

Liu Erlong stood three steps away, arms crossed, lips slightly downturned.

She was wearing a dark blue outfit, her hair was casually tied back, and a few stray strands fell down her side.

Flander stood behind Liu Erlong, winked at Chen Luo, and then casually looked up at the sky.

"You still know how to come back."

Liu Erlong took two steps closer and looked Chen Luo up and down: "Where did you go?"

Chen Luo smiled and said, "I took care of some business. I also went to Poseidon Island to check on the little monsters."

"How are the little monsters?"

"It's all good."

Liu Erlong's expression softened slightly, but the resentment in her eyes hadn't faded: "If you don't come back soon, I'm coming to find you."

"Well, I'm back now."

Chen Luo's tone was very ordinary.

Flander stood to the side, hands behind his back, continuing to look at the sky with an expression that said, "I know nothing."

Chen Luo turned his gaze to him and changed the subject: "You know about Boss Fu breaking through to the Title Douluo level?"

Liu Erlong followed his gaze to Flander, and the corners of her mouth finally turned up: "I know, now all of us in the Golden Iron Triangle are Title Douluo."

Flanders coughed, waved his hand, and could hardly hide the smugness on his face: "Keep it down, keep it down."

Chen Luo suppressed his smile and calmed his voice: "Brother Fu, Erlong, I need to go into seclusion for a while."

Liu Erlong's expression paused for a moment.

"Is he about to break through?"

Chen Luo nodded.

Liu Erlong was silent for a moment, then said "Oh": "What about before you went into seclusion?"

Chen Luo looked at her.

"Come with me for a walk."

Liu Erlong turned his head away, his tone as if he were giving a very casual instruction: "It won't take up your time for more than a few days."

Chen Luo smiled and said, "Okay."

Over the next few days, Liu Erlong dragged Chen Luo to explore every place near Tiandou City.

We went to the maple forest thirty miles outside the city. The leaves were red and covered the ground.

They went to the busiest night market in Tiandou City. It was packed with people. Liu Erlong bought a bunch of useless trinkets and stuffed them all into Chen Luo's hands.

We went to a hot spring on the edge of the Sunset Forest, where steam rose from the water.

Liu Erlong soaked her feet in hot water and stared into the distance for a long time.