Compared to the Ninth Trial Qian Renchuan was about to face, Tang San was suffering immense humiliation.
"Waste, now I will revive Tang Hao."
Tang San looked at Tang Xiao, who had already become a corpse, and casually threw him to the ground, his eyes already murky.
"Next is to awaken Tang Hao's Soul, making him the master of this body."
Fortunately, the Divine Trial gave him a second method to awaken Tang Hao: he only needed to use a Spirit Beast's Soul to directly shatter Tang Xiao's Soul, and Tang Hao could be revived.
Thinking this, Tang San no longer hesitated. He threw three Spirit Beasts, which he had found with great difficulty, near Tang Xiao, muttering something under his breath.
A black light soared into the sky, then circled a few times before instantly plunging into Tang Xiao's body.
Ah ah ah ah.
Painful screams filled the entire courtyard, echoing continuously. Tang Xiao's anguish, stemming from the depths of his Soul, made him roar with a distorted face.
"Tang San, you unfilial son, I won't let you off even if I become a ghost!"
At his last breath, Tang Xiao, with gnashing teeth, looked at the smug Tang San before him and said unwillingly, how could he, who had glimpsed the secret of becoming a God, be ruined by this unfilial son?
"Hmph, what are you? I am a God King, the supreme being of the God Realm. How can a mere Tang Xiao be my father? It's more like I'm your Dad."
Tang San sneered, clearly not putting Tang Xiao in his eyes. A Waste, how could he be his Dad? He should take a look in a mirror.
"I'm your Dad, Tang San! Damn it! I should have shot you onto the wall with one shake back then, you unfilial son. Looking at you, I don't think you'll have a good end either."
Tang Xiao said angrily, his heart completely disappointed in Tang San, vaguely regretting having set Tang San on the right path back then, creating such a monster.
"Shout, shout, it's all just slander against me, Tang San. I, Tang San, am a man destined to become a Creator God."
Tang San had long become indifferent to such slanders. At this moment, his heart was incredibly strong, and his expression was so dark it could drip water.
As time passed, a familiar figure appeared within Tang Xiao's body.
"I'm still alive? I am? Tang Hao?"
In a daze, Tang Xiao's mouth slowly emitted Tang Hao's unique drunken voice, intoxicating Tang San.
Seeing Tang Hao about to be revived, Tang San was overjoyed and excited, losing his voice as he shouted:
"Revive! My Dad!!!"
The sound penetrated the entire forest, startling a flock of birds into flight, and the echoes reverberated endlessly, truly terrifying.
Tang Hao was also somewhat bewildered by Tang San's extreme reaction. He looked at Tang San blankly and said weakly:
"Little San? Did you revive Dad?"
"That's right, Dad. In my eyes, you have always been my Dad."
Tang San said with deep emotion. In his heart, he only recognized Tang Hao as his Dad; no one else was worthy.
"Good child, Dad was right about you after all."
Tang Hao's eyes showed relief, and he let out a long breath. It seemed he hadn't raised this son in vain.
Tang San stood before Tang Hao like a filial son, but the subsequent Divine Trial delivered a heavy blow.
"Fifth Trial of Creation: Avenge the past, punish Tang Hao. Show no mercy under the Dark Blue Silver Grass."
"Divine Trial Reward: 10% Creator God Affinity, all spirit ring years increased by 1000 years."
As the voice fell, Tang San stood stunned as if struck by lightning. His previously joyful mood instantly plummeted.
He looked at Tang Hao, feeling somewhat strange for a moment, and let out a desperate murmur:
"Why? Why is it this kind of Divine Trial again!!!"
Tang San screamed heartbreakingly, seemingly not noticing that Tang Hao beside him was startled. Tang Hao asked, "Little San, what's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong?"
Tang San sneered, his unpredictable expression making Tang Hao feel uncomfortable, and he instinctively stepped back a few paces.
"Dad, help me one more time."
Two lines of hot tears flowed from Tang San's eyes. Sadness brewed in his heart, finally turning into helplessness.
"Dad, I will revive you again later."
Tang San said solemnly, then used the Dark Blue Silver Grass to severely injure the newly revived Tang Hao.
...
Spirit Hall.
Before the Angel God statue.
Qian Renxue exuded a divine Aura, her three thousand golden strands cascading down, her long hair draped over her shoulders. Her pair of brilliant golden pupils stared proudly at the statue.
Beside her, Qian Renxuan sat cross-legged, her eyes indifferent. The scythe in her hand emitted waves of coldness, and wisps of black Qi emanated from her body, capable of disturbing one's mind.
"Eighth Angel God Trial / Eighth Evil God Trial: Both Inheritors must jointly defeat the Divine Trial Phantom."
"Divine Trial Reward: 15% Angel / Evil God Affinity, all spirit rings upgraded to Divine Rings, Divine Bone Set."
As the Divine Trial was issued, the Angel God statue began to tremble, rumbling loudly. A massive figure, three zhang tall, appeared before Qian Renxue and Qian Renxuan.
The Aura it emitted was already at the quasi-Divine Rank level.
Qian Renxue and Qian Renxuan exchanged glances, both seeing determination in each other's eyes, as if they had been prepared for this.
Buzz!
Above the sky, two colors, one gold and one dark, converged. Intense heat and chilling cold swept across the entire battlefield.
Twelve golden wings spread behind Qian Renxue, spirit power-transformed spiritual feathers drifted, and the Angelic Sacred Sword in her hand ignited with bursts of fire.
On the other side.
Qian Renxuan's twelve black wings spread, chaotic Aura filled the entire battlefield, and the scythe in her hand glowed with dark light.
The two shouted in unison.
"Eternal damnation."
"Burning eternal wings."
"Divine-Demonic Sacred Judgment."
With a single cry, a magnificent Aura covered the entire Spirit City. Above the sky, a giant Angel phantom appeared.
The Angel's wings were intertwined in black and white, and the long spear in its hand was like a swimming Dragon, wielding immense power with a slight lift.
Around it, bursts of thunder, flames, Chaos, and chilling cold intertwined.
One spear thrust out, as if space itself was brought to a halt.
Boom!
A massive explosion instantly erupted, shattering the golden phantom used for the trial, and golden fragments rained down everywhere.
"It's not over yet."
Qian Renxue and Qian Renxuan's gazes were solemn. The golden light began to condense, and the sky shimmered with specks of golden light.
Rumble.
The golden phantom re-condensed, and the sky emitted a piercing roar as the specks of golden fragments exploded fiercely.
"Holy Angelic Protection!"
"Evil God's Hand!"
As the smoke cleared, Qian Renxue and Qian Renxuan were unharmed, watching the newly condensed golden phantom begin to disintegrate again.
It seemed that the previous attack was the final dance of the trial.
"It's over?"
Qian Renxue slowly landed, looking at the collapsing golden phantom, her eyes slightly puzzled. How could a Divine Trial be so simple?
Sure enough, not long after, the golden light dispersed, and a chaotic and mixed black Qi re-covered the battlefield.
Buzz!
A moment later, a black phantom slowly stood in the center of the battlefield.