Yun Ming's Spiritual Power delved deep into the ocean, and a silver light flickered before his eyes. An object resembling a Blue Coral Crown suddenly appeared.
Although the Demon Empress had played a little trick on Yun Ming, she had at least left behind the Spirit Rings and Spirit Bones. A beast-level skull and a quasi-divine beast torso bone were quite impressive. Although Yun Ming had no personal use for them, they were excellent for either his companions or as fertilizer for the Golden Tree.
After stowing away the Spirit Bones, Yun Ming shifted his attention to the two Spirit Rings, moving on to the main task of the day. The Atlas Divine Spear was summoned, floating in mid-air. Guided by the spear, the two Spirit Rings slowly drifted toward it, and the absorption process officially began.
The moment the Spirit Rings nested onto the Atlas Spear, Yun Ming's entire body shuddered violently, and he plummeted into the ocean.
The sheer magnitude of energy contained within two Spirit Rings, one of which belonged to a quasi-divine beast, was unimaginable. This level of energy instantly surged into the meridians within Yun Ming's body, and the intense pain of the meridians being overwhelmed immediately assaulted his heart.
Seeing this, Yun Ming dared not be careless and immediately activated his Three Soul Cores. Within his Spirit Space, the Sun, Moon, and Star shone brightly, accelerating their rotation to rapidly devour this massive surge of energy, which finally brought him some relief.
In a place Yun Ming could not see, the Atlas Spear was also slowly changing. Influenced by the two great Spirit Rings, the original Void Patterns on the Atlas Spear began to evolve further, spreading from the center of the shaft toward both ends. The Sun, Moon, and Star Soul Cores also grew and strengthened during this process.
As time passed, the energy refinement efficiency of the Three Soul Cores surpassed the energy output efficiency of the two Spirit Rings. Yun Ming passed the most dangerous period of Soul Power turbulence and entered a stable state.
While things slowed down on Yun Ming's side, the Child of Destiny on the other side was finally approaching his destination.
After half a month of sleeping in the open.
Looking at the familiar small town before him, a black-robed youth felt flames erupt in the depths of his eyes—the flames of hatred burning wantonly. Thinking of his recent experiences, the youth felt nothing but resentment in his heart.
'Yun Ming, Martial Soul Hall, Sea God Island, just you wait. The day I emerge from seclusion will be the time to settle everything!!!'
With such a comprehensive list of enemies covering the sea, land, and air, there could be no one else but our pure and noble Young Master Tang San.
Although Tang San had been thrown off Sea God Island, the Shura God had not completely abandoned him. Naturally, he wouldn't let him perish in the ocean, so he manipulated a Sea Soul Beast to carry him to a Desolate Island. Once Tang San awakened, he bestowed upon him the Shura Nine Trials.
The Shura God directly granted him the first seven trials, providing divine affinity as a reward, which served as compensation for stripping away Tang San's Sea God affinity. After this, he only needed to pass the eighth trial to inherit the incomplete Shura God position.
And this eighth trial was simple: go to the Sea of Blood in Slaughter City and cultivate bitterly.
Because of Yun Ming's appearance, the Tang San of this life was far inferior to his previous one. Regarding Spirit Bones, it was decent; Tang San's seventh, eighth, and ninth Spirit Rings were all from hunted hundred-thousand-year Sea Soul Beasts, providing him with three hundred-thousand-year Spirit Bones. This counted as the final skull the Shura God had prepared for him in Slaughter City, which was passable. The main deficit was in the accumulation of Soul Power. Lacking one martial soul, Tang San could no longer grind levels, so the Shura God prepared a new eighth trial to accelerate his leveling.
Tang San stepped into the town and entered the tavern at the entrance.
"Customer."
A gaunt bartender, seeing Tang San enter, opened his mouth to greet him, but an arc of light flashed across his throat. The arc of light pinned itself to the liquor cabinet behind the bartender, revealing its true form: a Willow Leaf Flying Knife.
The people in the tavern fell into silence as they watched the blood spraying wildly from the bartender's neck, but in the next instant, they followed in his footsteps. Tang San's hands blurred into afterimages, and more than a dozen cold lights appeared. A Title Douluo launching a sneak attack—how could a group of Spirit Masters with cultivation below the level of a Soul Saint possibly resist? They were killed instantly. Within a few breaths, everyone was dead.
Thump, thump, thump—
Watching the corpses falling one by one in the tavern, the gloom and hatred in Tang San's heart were slightly alleviated, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.
"To kill one to save a hundred is justice," Tang San recited his version of justice. He opened the passage and waved his hand, sweeping all the corpses into Slaughter City before entering it himself.
As for why he did this, was it truly for justice?
Of course not! Tang San was simply adding some nourishment to the Sea of Blood. Having seen the Sea of Blood and the formation that opened the Hell Road, he naturally understood the origin of the Sea of Blood. Now that the Sea of Blood had become his resource, how could he not plan ahead and nurture it!
For the sake of his own selfishness, the Tang God King still insisted on labeling his actions as righteous; this could be considered a form of persistence!
Re-entering Slaughter City, Tang San killed people casually while heading toward the Hell Arena. The poor residents of Slaughter City had just escaped the threat of their great-grandfather, and before they could enjoy a few days of peace, that damned grandson had arrived.
The above was only the beginning. After Tang San spent a month cultivating in the Sea of Blood, he discovered that although the Sea of Blood looked vast, its consumption rate far exceeded his expectations.
This wouldn't do. Tang San turned his brain slightly, and a new plan to replenish the Sea of Blood was generated.
People who had stayed in Slaughter City for a long time yearned for the freedom of the outside world. Tang San used this to set a ruthless trap, disregarding all rules. He opened the Hell Road, lured people in, used the Bat Swarm to kill them, and ultimately turned everyone in Slaughter City into his blood food, wiping them all out.
The successor of Shura was showing off, and the successor of Rakshasa was also showing off.
In this life, without the help of the Upper Three Sects, Heaven Dou and Star Luo could only be toyed with by the Martial Soul Empire.
There is no need to mention Heaven Dou. After the Star Luo border was breached, the Martial Soul Hall, in conjunction with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, issued a proposal for Heaven Dou to surrender. Submit and live, resist and die! After the iron-fisted suppression of a group of hardliners, Heaven Dou soon surrendered.
Star Luo, however, was not as lucky as Heaven Dou.
Bibi Dong led the Martial Soul Hall army, igniting the flames of war throughout the Star Luo Empire, and quickly took half of the empire by force. Facing the unstoppable Bibi Dong, many powerful figures in Star Luo saw the trend and wanted to surrender, but Bibi Dong would not accept; she only wanted to kill. The reason for this was simple: the ascension of the Rakshasa God required the sacrifice of Life.
The result was that wherever the army passed, the nobles and their staunch supporters were wiped out. Fortunately, Bibi Dong had not completely lost her mind; the surrendering civilians and ordinary soldiers were allowed to live.
In addition to the inevitable death of the nobles, Bibi Dong also blockaded the sea routes.
With these two moves, Bibi Dong forced the remaining nobles to the edge of a cliff. To survive, they cast aside their previous grievances, mobilized all their energy in this land, and gathered all the empire's remaining strength in the imperial capital, Star Luo City, preparing for a final stand against Bibi Dong.
But the Martial Soul Empire was too strong. As soon as the battle began, the Star Luo forces were crushed by the absolute advantage of the Spirit Masters, resulting in a one-sided massacre.
"Bibi Dong, you will die a horrible death!"
The Star Luo Emperor fell to the ground. He struggled to look up at the slender figure holding a Giant Scythe before him, cursing in his mouth.
"A horrible death? That doesn't sound too bad."
Bibi Dong looked at the Star Luo Emperor she had cut in half at the waist, a smile on her face, speaking in a deranged manner. Then she raised her hand, and another purple blade of light split him into four, ending him completely.
Two months after the breakthrough, the Star Luo Empire had completely become history. All Star Luo nobles, including the Dai Family, were slaughtered, and with this, the Douluo Continent was unified.
Bibi Dong ignored the blood-soaked battlefield and looked at the flag falling from the top of the palace, whispering.
"It's finally over!"
As the words fell, an Illusory Divine Temple appeared in the sky above Star Luo City. Bibi Dong slipped into it and disappeared.
The Angel, who stood in opposition to Rakshasa, was also undergoing his final cultivation.
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