The opulent, frost-warded confines of the master chamber within Crimson Zenith City were bathed in the soft, warm glow of crystal spirit-lamps, offering a stark contrast to the howling, freezing gales that battered the mountain peaks outside. Zhang Tian reclined comfortably upon a sprawling velvet chaise lounge, a crystal goblet of deep red wine resting loosely in his grasp. His icy blue eyes stared thoughtfully into the dancing flames of the hearth, a dark, thoroughly entertained smirk playing upon his handsome features.
His mind briefly drifted to the events of the previous nights, specifically the systematic, ruthless subjugation of the former master of the Moon Pavilion. Tang Yuehua had arrived clothed in aristocratic pride and a foolish, desperate hope of negotiation. Now, she was nothing more than a thoroughly broken, willing participant in his most debauched desires. Making her submit, forcing her to abandon her dignified facade and eagerly beg for his thick cock, had certainly been a highly enjoyable endeavor. The sheer, intoxicating pleasure of exploring her mature, voluptuous body, kneading her heavy breasts, and stretching her tight, virginal pussy until she screamed in mindless ecstasy was a feast he intended to savor repeatedly.
However, beyond the purely perverted fun of claiming such a renowned beauty, her degradation served a far more profound, strategic purpose. It was the ultimate, humiliating price extracted from the Clear Sky Sect. Those brutish, hammer-wielding fools had dared to cross his borders, seeking to fish for the classified secrets of his Artificial Spirit Bones. They had arrogant assumptions of slipping in and out of his territory unnoticed. Breaking their most refined jewel into a dripping, eager slut was a fitting retribution, a silent, devastating message that his domain was impenetrable and his wrath inescapable.
With the northern territories entirely secure and his various projects advancing seamlessly, Zhang Tian took a slow sip of his wine, his thoughts shifting toward the broader, shifting tides of the continent.
Thousands of miles away, completely removed from the snowy plains of the Frostfall Province, an event of monumental, heaven-shaking significance was quietly culminating within the heart of the Spirit City.
Deep within the most guarded, sanctified halls of the Supreme Pontiff Palace lay the Forbidden Place. This was a realm of pure, unadulterated holy energy, a sanctuary where the golden light of the heavens seemed to pool and condense into liquid brilliance. At the very center of this grand, vaulted chamber stood the towering, majestic statue of the Angel God, a breathtaking monument radiating a soothing, yet overwhelmingly powerful aura of purification and order.
Kneeling before the divine statue was Qian Renxue.
Her appearance had undergone a breathtaking, miraculous evolution. She was no longer just a beautiful, exceptionally talented Spirit Master; she radiated the awe-inspiring, transcendent presence of a true deity in waiting. Sprouting from her back were six magnificent, resplendent wings composed of solid, blazing golden light. The Seraphim spirit had achieved its final, ultimate awakening, the six wings casting long, radiant shadows across the polished marble floor.
For more than a year, Qian Renxue had dedicated her entire existence to the grueling, spiritually exhausting path of the Angel God Trials. She had not merely engaged in physical combat; the trials mandated by the heavens were designed to test the very core of her soul. She had been tasked with roaming the hidden, darker corners of the continent in various disguises, hunting down deeply entrenched corruption, healing the sick in plagued, impoverished villages, and delivering swift, merciless justice to wicked tyrants who oppressed the ordinary people.
Through these relentless, compassionate acts, she had successfully begun to gather and absorb the pure, unblemished Faith Energy from the mortal populace. The genuine prayers and tearful gratitude of the commoners she had saved funneled directly into her spiritual sea, nourishing her foundation and connecting her deeply with the divine laws of the Angel God.
A soft, chiming melody, resembling the ringing of a thousand crystal bells, echoed throughout the Forbidden Place. The golden light surrounding the massive statue flared brilliantly, condensing into a single, blinding beam that struck Qian Renxue's forehead.
A majestic, ethereal voice resonated within the depths of her mind.
"The Sixth Trial: The Scales of Righteousness, passed. Reward: Spirit Power increased. Angel God's Affinity increased by ten percent. Total Affinity: Seventy percent."
Qian Renxue slowly opened her golden eyes, a profound, serene power swirling within her irises. As she stood up, the sheer, staggering density of her cultivation rolled outward, causing the ambient holy flames in the chamber to flicker and bow in reverence.
The rewards bestowed upon her by the continuous completion of the six trials were nothing short of miraculous. Her cultivation speed had defied all known logic. She had originally entered the Forbidden Place as a Spirit Douluo, but the massive, concentrated influx of divine energy and gathered faith had propelled her effortlessly past the ultimate bottleneck. She now stood proudly at level ninety-five, officially achieving the terrifying rank of a Super Douluo.
The visual manifestation of her power was even more staggering. Nine spirit rings pulsed rhythmically around her flawless, voluptuous figure, but their colors were a shocking testament to her divine favor. Due to the cumulative rewards from the trials, the foundational ages of her spirit rings had been continuously upgraded. Her configuration now boasted rings starting firmly above the ten-thousand-year mark, entirely erasing any weak, low-tier colors from her arsenal.
However, it was the final three rings that truly solidified her status as a monster. Her seventh, eighth, and ninth spirit rings all blazed with a deep, menacing blood-red hue. They were all Hundred Thousand Year Old Spirit Rings.
The most magnificent among them was her newly acquired ninth ring. It was not obtained by hunting some ancient, tragic beast in the wild. It was a God-Bestowed Spirit Ring, granted directly upon the completion of her previous trial. The remnant divine consciousness lingering within the Angel God Statue had utilized the vast reservoir of Faith Energy to condense this ring perfectly according to her exact physical and spiritual limits. Because her body had been flawlessly tempered by Zhang Tian's profound guidance and the purity of her bloodline, she had pushed the condensation process to an unimaginable extreme. The resulting blood-red ring hummed with an energy that far surpassed a standard hundred-thousand-year artifact; it was perilously close to the two-hundred-thousand-year threshold, granting her an offensive ability of world-ending proportions.
Furthermore, the six specific Spirit Bones she had absorbed over the years—the legendary set known as the Divine Angelic Raiment—had also experienced a cataclysmic evolution. Previously capped at an agonizing ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine years, the divine rewards had finally shattered that stubborn limitation. All six bones had broken past the hundred-thousand-year mark, their golden surfaces now swirling with faint, reddish veins, fully integrating into her skeleton and elevating her physical resilience to a tier that rivaled the sturdiest of ancient dragons.
Qian Renxue took a slow, calming breath, feeling the faint, humming connection to the Divine Energy of the Angel God that she could now draw upon in limited quantities. With her affinity sitting at a staggering seventy percent, she was more than halfway toward true ascension. Only three grueling trials remained between her and the heavens.
A soft, undeniably affectionate smile touched her lips, completely breaking her austere, holy facade. Her thoughts drifted instantly to the freezing north, to the man who commanded her heart.
"I am almost there, Husband," Qian Renxue whispered to the empty, glowing chamber, her hands clutching the fabric of her golden dress over her chest. "The path is difficult, but remembering your touch, your confidence, and your promise drives me forward. I will conquer these final trials. I will become a God for you, and we shall rule this world together."
While the golden heiress basked in the triumphant glow of her progress, an entirely different scene of profound shock and mounting panic was unfolding in a realm situated far beyond the mortal clouds.
Within the ethereal, infinitely vast expanse of the God Realm, the Sea God's Temple floated serenely upon an ocean of sparkling, liquid starlight. The architecture was a masterpiece of flowing, azure crystal and gleaming coral, radiating an aura of tranquil, boundless aquatic power.
Seated upon a throne carved from a single, colossal pearl, the Sea God, a majestic figure with flowing blue hair and deep, ocean-hued eyes, was currently observing the lower realm through a swirling, mystical viewing pool.
Suddenly, his hands clenched tightly around the armrests of his throne. He leaned forward, his divine gaze piercing through the dimensional barriers, locking onto the massive surge of Faith Energy erupting from the Spirit City on the Douluo Continent.
"The sixth stage?" the Sea God muttered, his voice echoing with genuine, unadulterated disbelief. "She has actually completed the sixth trial? How is this possible?"
The Sea God possessed a very specific, deeply hidden connection to the legacy of the Angel God. Eons ago, when the original Angel God had tragically fallen during an investigation into a lower realm, the overarching authorities she commanded were left fractured. In the aftermath, both the Sea God and the Asura God—who had played a subtle, undeniable part in her demise—had moved to secure the remnants of her power. The Sea God had managed to absorb a significant portion of her Purification Authority, integrating it into his own God Position, while the Asura God had claimed the Authority of Order to bolster his own God Position with greater range of powers controlled by his God Position.
Because of this deeply ingrained, stolen connection, the Sea God had secretly implanted a minute, undetectable strand of his own divine consciousness into the dormant Angel God Statue resting within the Spirit Hall. His original, calculated plan had been flawlessly simple.
The moment a new inheritor officially triggered the Angel God Trials, his hidden consciousness would immediately alert him. He fully intended to stealthily manipulate the trials, consuming portions of his own Faith Energy and stored Divine Energy to subtly increase the difficulty, placing invisible, agonizing hurdles in the path of the inheritor to drastically slow down their progress or even play some tricks to make the inheritor have fond feelings for his own inheritor.
He needed the Angel God's successor to fail, or at least be delayed for years. This would allow his own chosen inheritor, Tang San, ample time to securely ascend, spread the faith of the Sea God across the entirety of the Douluo Continent, and ultimately destroy the Spirit Hall, allowing the Sea God to absorb the final, lingering remnants of the Angel God's authority while spreading his faith on the mainland as well.
But now, staring into the viewing pool, the Sea God realized his silent alarm had failed completely. It had only activated just now, upon the completion of the sixth trial, rather than at the very beginning.
"Her progression speed is terrifyingly fast," the Sea God analyzed, a cold knot of apprehension forming in his chest. "At this rate, she will effortlessly complete the remaining three trials and ascend to the God Realm much, much faster than my own inheritor."
He quickly shifted his gaze, peering toward the raging, storm-tossed shores of Sea God Island. He observed Tang San, his golden-branded successor, currently resting upon the sandy beach after enduring another brutal session within the Furious Waves Strait.
"Tang San is merely at the fourth trial," the Sea God noted, his brow furrowing with deep concern. "His potential is vast, but his foundation requires meticulous, time-consuming refinement."
The Sea God mentally reviewed the specific, physical requirements his inheritor still lacked. Tang San currently possessed five Spirit Bones. He had the Left Arm Spirit Bone from the Titan Giant Ape, granting him immense durability and gravitational manipulation. He held the Right Arm Spirit Bone from the Sky Azure Bull Python, providing the slowing divine claw and phasing thunderclap attacks. His torso housed the bone of a Venomous Earthquake Bear, while his left leg contained the resilient carapace bone of an Ironback Poison Beetle. Lastly, he possessed that strange, mutated External Spirit Bone—the Dual Poison Fangs resting on his jawline.
While the external fangs allowed Tang San to absorb spirit power and venom from fallen beasts to rapidly enhance his cultivation, it was a deeply flawed, impure method. It flooded his meridians with chaotic impurities that required extensive, grueling meditation using the Mysterious Heaven Skill to purge. The Sea God had already expended considerable effort during the first trial, utilizing the Sea God's Light to forcefully burn away those accumulated impurities and refine Tang San's spirit power back to a pure, unblemished state.
"He is still missing two critical pieces," the Sea God murmured. "The Right Leg Spirit Bone and the Head Spirit Bone. He will acquire the right leg soon enough, once he and his companions slay the Evil Spirit Orca King to complete his fourth trial. But the head bone remains entirely elusive. He requires far more time to secure his foundation before he can handle the immense strain of the final trials."
Realizing that a straight race would result in the Angel God's successor ascending first, the Sea God made a swift, desperate decision. He would use his implanted consciousness right now, pouring a massive surge of his own Divine Energy into the statue to aggressively hijack the seventh trial, intending to create an impassable, lethal illusion that would trap Qian Renxue's mind for years.
He closed his eyes, funneling his azure energy across the dimensional void, reaching toward the golden statue in the Forbidden Place.
Just as his divine tendril brushed against the holy aura of the trials, a violent, unexpected backlash occurred.
A thick, suffocating wave of necrotic, deep violet mist erupted from the very foundations of the Angel God's legacy, violently intercepting the Sea God's probing energy. The mist crackled with raw, unadulterated malice, carrying a sickening, rotting stench that the Sea God recognized instantly.
"Rakshasa!" the Sea God gasped, his eyes flying open as he hastily severed the connection to prevent the dark energy from tracking back to his temple.
He slumped back onto his pearl throne, his chest heaving with profound, unmitigated shock. He stared at the viewing pool in complete bewilderment. The Angel God Trials were heavily, intricately warded by the Divine Energy of the Rakshasa God.
"How is this possible?" the Sea God whispered to the empty hall, his mind spinning in chaotic circles. "The Rakshasa God utterly despised the Angel God when she was alive! Their domains were diametrically opposed! Why in the name of the cosmos would Rakshasa expend her own precious Divine Energy and place a strand of her consciousness to actively protect the inheritor of her most hated enemy?!"
The logic simply did not compute. However, the terrifying reality of the barrier remained.
The Sea God realized with a sinking heart that he did not dare to forcefully push his manipulation any further. If he aggressively attacked the violet mist to break the barrier, the Rakshasa God would undeniably sense his intrusion immediately. She was a notoriously volatile, vicious deity who thrived on chaos. She would undoubtedly raise a massive, highly public commotion in the God Realm, loudly accusing him of illegally tampering with another deity's legacy. Even with the powerful backing of the Asura God, facing a formal inquiry and punishment from the God Realm Committee for such a blatant transgression would be disastrous.
He was entirely locked out of the Angel God Trials.
As the immediate panic subsided, a far more chilling, overarching strategic realization settled over the Sea God.
'If the Rakshasa God is actively protecting the Angel God's successor...' he deduced, his eyes widening, 'then it implies a unified, coordinated alliance between their factions in the lower realm. The current Supreme Pontiff of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, is the inheritor of the Rakshasa God's God Position. And this Qian Renxue is the future inheritor of Spirit Hall and of Angel God's God Position.'
He gripped his trident tightly. 'This means the Spirit Hall faction will possess two powerful First Class Gods. And judging by their current, unhindered progress, they will both complete their ascensions much, much quicker than Tang San.'
This was a catastrophic wrench thrown directly into his meticulously laid plans. Tang San was intended to inherit the unprecedented, historically impossible burden of Dual God Positions—wielding both the Sea God and the Asura God mantles. But if he was facing two First Class Gods before he even finished his own trials, he would be slaughtered instantly. The Sea God's grand ambition of spreading his faith across the entire Douluo Continent, and claiming the final remnants of the Angel God's authority, would be entirely reduced to ash.
"I cannot handle this alone," the Sea God decided, standing up from his throne. "Asura must be informed immediately."
With a surge of azure light, the Sea God vanished from his temple, instantly traversing the divine pathways until he arrived before a massive, imposing fortress constructed of dark stone and jagged, crimson blades. The air around the palace reeked of iron and ancient blood.
He strode past the silent, heavily armored divine guards, entering the cavernous main hall of the Asura God's domain.
The Asura God sat upon his throne of swords, his chin resting on his fist, exuding an aura of cold, rigid authority.
"Sea God," the Asura God greeted, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly. "You leave your palace rarely. What urgent matter brings you to my halls?"
The Sea God did not waste time with pleasantries. He quickly, concisely relayed the entire, horrifying string of discoveries. He explained Qian Renxue's rapid advancement to the sixth trial, his failed attempt to intervene, and the shocking, inexplicable presence of the Rakshasa God's protective barrier shielding the Angel God's legacy.
The Asura God's expression darkened significantly, a heavy, murderous frown creasing his features. He stood up, his dark red cape billowing behind him like a river of blood.
"Rakshasa," the Asura God spat, the name tasting like venom on his tongue. "She continues to be a persistent, infuriating thorn in my side. To ally with the Angel God's lineage simply to spite our plans... it is exactly the kind of petty, chaotic maneuver she would relish."
He began to pace the length of the hall, his armored boots clicking sharply against the stone floor. He was currently operating under severe, highly frustrating constraints. Because the Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction were actively, intently monitoring his every move, explicitly forbidding him from channeling his divine energy to directly aid Tang San or intervene in the lower realm, he was effectively blind and paralyzed regarding the minute details of the mortal conflict.
"The situation is far more dangerous for our chosen inheritor than I anticipated," the Asura God admitted, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "If that future inheritor of Rakshasa God or Angel God break through to become a God before our inheritor completes his God Trials, our inheritor and even his entire faction will be entirely overwhelmed or eradicated."
"We must intervene, Asura," the Sea God urged, stepping forward. "But we cannot leave any traces."
"I am well aware of the restrictions," the Asura God snapped, holding up a hand to silence him.
His brilliant, tactical mind raced, searching for a flawless, deniable loophole within the rigid laws of the God Realm. He needed to provide Tang San with a powerful, divine shield—a vanguard capable of holding off two Gods until Tang San could complete his own ascension. But he could not grant power directly.
He stopped pacing, a cold, calculating light illuminating his crimson eyes.
"I cannot intervene directly," the Asura God murmured, a slow, dark smile touching his lips. "But I have subordinates who can by passing their God Positions."
He turned toward the center of the hall and raised his hand, channeling a specific, commanding frequency of divine energy.
"Hypros," the Asura God commanded, his voice echoing with absolute authority. "Attend me."
A few moments later, the shadows in the center of the room twisted and writhed. A towering figure materialized, clad in heavy, spiked armor the color of dried blood. He carried a massive, jagged battleaxe upon his back, and his eyes burned with a feral, unyielding battle lust. This was Hypros, a formidable Second Class God serving directly under the Asura God's jurisdiction—the God of Slaughter.
"Lord Asura," Hypros greeted, dropping to one knee in a gesture of profound reverence. "You summoned me."
"I have a task for you, Hypros," the Asura God stated smoothly, returning to his throne of swords. "It concerns the mortal realm of the Douluo Star. There is a human currently residing on Sea God Island. His name is Tang Hao. He is a warrior of exceptional talent and unwavering resolve."
The Asura God leaned forward, locking his gaze onto his subordinate. "I want you to immediately descend your divine consciousness to the lower realm. You will officially accept Tang Hao as your designated inheritor, and you will begin granting him the trials for your God Position."
Hypros blinked, slightly surprised by the sudden mandate to pass on his legacy, but he did not question the supreme enforcer. "It shall be done, my Lord. I will initiate the God of Slaughter trials for him at once."
"Ensure that his trials are... exceptionally straightforward," the Asura God added, his tone carrying a heavy, undeniable implication. "He is a vital piece on the board. He must progress rapidly."
"Understood," Hypros nodded, rising to his feet and vanishing back into the shadows to execute the command.
The Sea God watched the exchange, a look of profound, relieved understanding crossing his face. It was a brilliant, untraceable maneuver. By utilizing a Second Class God to grant a God Position to Tang Hao, the Asura God was creating a terrifyingly powerful, divine vanguard to protect Tang San, all while maintaining plausible deniability. The Goddess of Life could not punish Asura for the independent actions of a subordinate deity choosing a worthy inheritor.
Meanwhile, on the sun-drenched, sandy shores of Sea God Island, the rhythmic crashing of the waves provided a steady backdrop to a grueling, high-intensity training session.
Tang Hao, his muscular torso bare and gleaming with sweat, swung his massive, dark Clear Sky Hammer in a relentless, blurring arc. He was locked in a brutal sparring match with his grandfather, Tang Chen. The Limit Douluo deflected the heavy blows with casual, terrifying ease, his own hammer glowing with a suppressed, dark red aura.
"Your footwork is sloppy, Hao'er!" Tang Chen barked, easily sidestepping a sweeping strike and delivering a swift, bruising kick to Tang Hao's ribs that sent the younger man stumbling backward. "You rely too heavily on raw momentum. You must compress your intent! If you wish to breach the threshold of the ninety-ninth level and truly reach the Limit Douluo stage, your will must be sharper than your weapon!"
Tang Hao grunted, wiping a streak of sweat from his brow. He tightened his grip on his hammer, his dark eyes burning with a stubborn, unyielding determination. He knew his grandfather was pushing him to his absolute limits, desperate to forge him into a weapon capable of matching the monsters waiting for them on the mainland.
"Again," Tang Hao growled, preparing to launch himself forward.
But before he could take a single step, the world around him vanished.
The crashing waves, the sandy beach, and the imposing figure of his grandfather all melted away into a void of pure, suffocating darkness. Tang Hao froze, his instincts screaming in alarm as a heavy, metallic scent of blood flooded his senses.
Suddenly, a thick, blinding pillar of dark red, murderous light descended from the heavens, completely bypassing the protective, golden barrier of the Sea God's Light that encompassed the island. The crimson pillar slammed directly into Tang Hao, enveloping him entirely.
A voice, deep, feral, and vibrating with the chaotic symphony of a thousand battlefields, echoed directly within his spiritual sea.
"Mortal named Tang Hao," the voice of Hypros, the God of Slaughter, announced. "Your lifetime of warfare, your relentless pursuit of strength, and your profound, unwavering insight into the Deathgod Domain have drawn my gaze. You have met the foundational conditions. I, Hypros, the God of Slaughter, hereby accept you as the inheritor to my God Position."
Tang Hao stood paralyzed within the crimson light, his mind reeling from the staggering, impossible revelation. He had spent his life swinging a hammer, fighting for survival and vengeance. He had never dared to dream that he possessed the qualifications to inherit a true divine legacy.
"To claim my God Position, you must prove your worth," the voice continued, the dark red light pulsing rhythmically. "The First Trial of the God of Slaughter commences now. Your task is to bathe your hammer in the blood of the wild. You must track and successfully kill fifty Spirit Beasts. Age and cultivation level are entirely irrelevant, but each beast must belong to a completely different, distinct species."
As the voice faded, the crimson pillar dissolved, releasing Tang Hao back into the sunlit reality of the beach.
He stumbled forward, dropping to one knee as the overwhelming pressure of the divine connection settled into his soul. A dark red, jagged brand shaped like a battleaxe had materialized upon his forehead, glowing faintly.
Tang Chen, who had watched the sudden, terrifying descent of the crimson pillar with wide, alarmed eyes, rushed forward.
"Hao'er! What happened? Are you injured?" Tang Chen demanded, his massive hands gripping his grandson's shoulders.
Tang Hao looked up, his dark eyes wide with a mixture of profound shock and a dawning, exhilarating excitement.
"Grandfather," Tang Hao breathed, his voice trembling slightly. "I... I have been chosen. A deity spoke to me. The God of Slaughter. I have been accepted as his inheritor, and I have just received my first God Trial."
Tang Chen stared at the jagged brand on Tang Hao's forehead. The Limit Douluo's face broke into a wide, triumphant grin. He threw his head back and let out a booming, joyous laugh that echoed across the gorge.
"The heavens favor the Clear Sky Sect!" Tang Chen roared, clapping Tang Hao on the back with enough force to stagger him. "First Little San, and now you! This is miraculous news!"
Hearing the commotion, Tang Xiao, who had been meditating nearby, hurried over. When he was informed of his younger brother's divine selection, the Sect Leader was equally shocked and overwhelmingly excited.
"What is the first trial, Brother?" Tang Xiao asked eagerly, his mind already shifting to logistical support. "Is it a test of endurance like the Sea God's Light?"
Tang Hao shook his head, a fierce, predatory smile touching his lips. He didn't know that the trial had been deliberately, artificially designed to be exceptionally straightforward on the orders of the Asura God to ensure his rapid ascension. He simply assumed his martial prowess had earned him a fitting challenge.
"It is a trial of combat," Tang Hao replied, gripping his hammer tightly. "I must kill fifty Spirit Beasts. They can be of any age, even mere ten-year-old creatures, but they must all be of completely different species."
Tang Xiao laughed, clapping his hands together. "Fifty different species? That is hardly a challenge for a Super Douluo! The waters surrounding this island and the scattered reefs nearby are teeming with diverse, low-level aquatic life and avian beasts. We can accomplish this in a matter of days!"
"We will help you scour the reefs immediately, Hao'er," Tang Chen declared, his eyes burning with renewed, unshakeable confidence. "With two divine successors in our lineage, when we finally return to the mainland, Zhang Tian or the Spirit Hall will be crushed to dust beneath our hammers."
The three men turned their gaze toward the sprawling ocean, their hearts filled with a reinvigorated, deadly purpose, entirely unaware of the vast, complex web of divine politics that was manipulating their very destinies from the stars above.
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