Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 568: Looking Back at History and Looking Forward to the Future

"I must retrieve the other half of my soul as soon as possible!" Tang San gritted his teeth and increased his speed to the limit. The stone pillar in the center of the lake was already in sight, but the distance seemed particularly long at this moment. He could feel the will of the God of Destruction exerting an increasingly strong pressure on him through every plant and every inch of land.

Tang San could no longer control the entire forest's dynamics with the power of the Blue Silver Grass as he had in Douluo Continent. This was the God Realm, without the Blue Silver Grass at his disposal. It was even more impossible for him to override the God of Destruction and manipulate the vegetation of this forbidden land.

Even now, he still found it hard to believe that the God of Destruction could command an entire forest of divine beasts with his own will. The power displayed by the mire monster earlier was already astonishing, but these divine beasts, infested with the will of destruction, seemed even more powerful than normal. The will of destruction, absorbed into their consciousness, seemed to become nourishing sustenance. This was beyond his expectations. No wonder the God of Destruction had imprisoned the other half of his soul here. Even if the sealed soul was left unattended, how could it possibly escape from here?

Guard? Oh, right, the God of Destruction might even send the Law Enforcement God or one of his trusted followers to personally guard him. Thinking of this, Tang San's heart sank again.

As they got closer to the core lake, Tang San became more cautious. With his previous experience in Douluo Continent, he knew that in any forest where soul beasts gathered, the closer to the core area, the stronger the soul beasts were. This place was no exception.

Facts proved that his judgment was completely correct. When he was about ten kilometers away from the small lake, a sudden feeling of numbness swept over his body.

As an expert in using poison, Tang San immediately realized that this was not a symptom of poisoning, but more like the feeling of being struck by lightning.

The fog in the forest had turned light blue at some point, and in his spiritual sense, he could see dangerous blue electric light flashing in the fog.

"Come out!" Tang San shouted softly, his spiritual sense locked onto a direction, and he raised his hand to release another wave of uncertainty.

At that moment, the thin blue mist suddenly thickened. Everything around him instantly transformed into a sea of lightning. The original swamp forest disappeared, replaced by countless terrifying lightning pillars as thick as mountains. Carrying violent energy with destructive intent, they bombarded him like an overwhelming force.

Seven brilliant blue halos suddenly blossomed behind Tang San, the radiance of the Seagod throne gleaming brightly amidst the lightning. The halos spun rapidly, forcibly withstanding the onslaught of thunder. He gripped the golden trident tightly, tracing countless golden arcs through the air, and a vast sea of golden clouds surged forth.

Thunder roared across the sky, golden light gleaming, and every collision unleashed a blinding burst of light. Following the resounding roar of thunder, the surrounding thunderclouds gradually weakened, and a massive figure loomed in the lightning.

It was a massive dark blue beast, over twenty meters long, its body wrapped in violent electrical currents. Most striking were the dense cluster of spikes on its back and the three one-meter-long horns on its forehead, each flashing with dangerous lightning.

Thunder Dragon? Tang San's heart trembled. This legendary beast should have been extinct in the Dragon God Era. A terrible guess came to his mind. Damn it! How many dragons did the God of Destruction raise?

Although the thunder dragon in front of him was not as huge as the legend said, it still exuded a terrifying pressure. It raised its head and let out a deafening roar, and the sharp horns behind it began to condense into deep purple thunder balls. Violent electric currents rolled inside each thunder ball, and in the blink of an eye, the entire sky was dyed a terrifying purple-black color.

Tang San wasn't afraid of the Thunder Dragon, but he was too close to the core area. If he alerted the guards, the situation would become even more difficult. What frightened him even more was that more and more divine beasts were surrounding him from all directions, and four powerful auras were approaching from behind. As soon as these auras appeared, they enveloped an area of several thousand meters in radius like a tide.

Four completely different evil auras came overwhelmingly. In an instant, the evil aura was everywhere, covering the entire sky. Four figures walked slowly out from different directions, and gradually approached Tang San like those divine beasts.

A bunch of lackeys of the God of Destruction!

The four gods of original sin gathered here, and the terrifying pressure made Tang San's face solemn. The strength of these negative gods far exceeded that of ordinary first-level gods. The combined power of the four gods almost made Tang San unable to move. This was not a special skill, but an absolute crushing of divine power.

In a battle between gods, the role of skills has been greatly weakened. What really determines victory or defeat is the strength of divine power and divine soul. For Tang San, who only has half of his divine soul left to support his position as Sea God, the situation is too difficult.

The God of Pride didn't waste time talking to him, but instead roared to the heavens. The seven layers of dark blue light behind him suddenly intensified, and two illusory circles of light appeared, making him appear to have temporarily possessed a nine-layered aura. Although this was only a temporary illusion and didn't truly bring him to the level of a God King, his aura had already undergone a drastic change.

As he threw a punch, a dark blue ball of lightning condensed in the sky. The violent roar almost shattered the barrier that he and his three other colleagues had jointly set up.

"You dare to kill a god?! Get ready to bear the divine punishment!" Tang San decided to take another gamble and straightened his chest to meet the attack of the God of Pride. A hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes. After all, the God of Pride was the right-hand man of the God of Destruction. If he could use the divine punishment to get rid of him, it would be perfect for Tang San.

The Divine Realm's ironclad laws dictate that no conflict can end in the murder of a deity. Struggles within the Divine Realm are limited to power struggles. Any deity who arbitrarily kills a deity will incur divine punishment from the Divine Realm's central authority. This rule is unbreakable, even by the Divine Kings; a deity can only be executed through a public trial at the Divine Realm Assembly. Therefore, Tang San believes he doesn't need to worry about his life for the time being, and might even be able to use the power of divine punishment to counterattack the pursuers.

He will definitely take revenge on those gods of original sin who have beaten him through divine punishment!

However, the Prideful God's offensive continued unabated, and a heavy punch followed. Tang San finally began to fear, and in his haste, he only had time to cast an Unstable Wind Wave. Although it successfully imprisoned the Prideful God, the heavy punch was already within reach. He hurriedly urged the Eight Wings of the Sea God to close, trying to clamp down on this fatal blow.

But how could the full force of the Prideful God be so easily resisted? Under the onslaught of the violent divine power, the Seagod's eight wings were instantly shattered. Tang San, already incomplete in spirit, suffered a severe blow. Two golden blood arrows spurted out from his chest simultaneously. The Seagod's divine armor fell apart, dissipating into tiny specks of golden light. Even the Seagod's trident turned into a stream of light and sank into the trident mark on his forehead.

Tang San ultimately didn't dare risk his life. The God Realm's core was now controlled by the God of Destruction, and divine punishment might not fall upon these gods of original sin. He now regretted it immensely. If he had known this would happen, he would never have given up the key to the God Realm's core out of spite just to prove his innocence.

The God of Pride looked coldly at the quickly healing scar on his arm. He had long known that the Eight Wings of Poseidon had the ability to devour vitality and divine power, so he would rather be injured than destroy this artifact first.

The divine pattern on Tang San's forehead suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light, pouring out like a flood. The divine light around him completely dissipated, and his divine power was completely out of control. He fell straight down towards the beasts with their bloody mouths opened wide below.

It can't end like this! Tang San struggled to steady himself, but the other three Original Sin Gods were already poised to strike. A dark golden claw shadow pierced through the air, instantly piercing his left chest.

The God of Greed's elegant sleeves fluttered, and within his slender claws, he grasped a beating golden heart. This god, known for his greed, now displayed a look of disgust.

Tang San's eyes widened in disbelief as his body continued to fall. With a muffled "puff," the golden heart exploded in mid-air, dissipating into tiny specks of golden light. He suddenly realized how similar this scene was to the one at Jialing Pass. Only this time, there were no companions to catch his falling body.

"Divine punishment?" The God of Pride raised the corner of his mouth in disdain. "That depends on who is in control."

The God of Greed casually blew away the golden blood droplets remaining on his fingertips and said, "Even if divine punishment comes, what do we have to fear?"

The God of Laziness continued to yawn lazily, while the God of Jealousy's cold voice pierced Tang San's remaining consciousness: "With a piece of trash like you, are you worthy of ruling the God Realm? How long have you been here and you dare to bully us?"

The beasts below, driven by a desire for destruction, swarmed over. Tang San's injuries were even more horrific. His left chest was a penetrating wound, and his right chest was a bloody hole half a foot in diameter. Golden muscle tissue and bone were exposed. The blood seemed to have been drained and coagulated at the edges of the wound. His pale face was lifeless. In a short moment, his body was completely cold.

But his broken soul still struggled in vain in the air. This time, there was no Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's Protector Douluo to rescue his body from the broken sword. And the only people who could repair his injuries, Ning Rongrong and Oscar, had now betrayed him. Even if they hadn't betrayed him, they were now imprisoned and could not help him.

In the cell, the dying Xiao Wu suddenly trembled violently, her skin flushed a strange red, and a violent force seemed to surge through her body. When Tang San's heart was crushed, her whole body was struck by lightning, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

A piercing chill erupted from her body, a cold, murderous aura surging through her veins, as if the Shura Sword no longer needed her scabbard. Her body began to spasm uncontrollably, and tiny beads of blood oozed from every inch of her skin.

The chill grew stronger, gradually condensing into a materialized blood-red mist around her. The temperature in the cell plummeted, and frost formed on the ground. Xiao Wu's previously sallow complexion now glowed with an eerie red, and her long hair moved without a breeze, dancing wildly in the blood-red mist.

"Third...brother..." She uttered the two words with difficulty, her voice almost hoarse. As the last trace of consciousness faded, the Shura power within her body finally ran wild, transforming into a blood-red pillar of light that shot up into the sky.

Tang San's broken soul hung in mid-air, staring blankly at the blood-red pillar of light rising into the sky. He could clearly feel Xiao Wu's soul dissipating bit by bit, and the emotions of attachment and reluctance surged over him like a tide, plunging him into an unprecedented state of confusion and stagnation.

He originally thought that he would be able to survive this time like he did before, just like when Xiao Wu sacrificed herself for him and he finally succeeded in resurrecting her.

In the blood-red light column, Xiao Wu's final wave of consciousness trembled gently in the void. Tang San wanted to reach out and grab those scattered soul fragments, but found that his soul had already been shattered, and he couldn't even perform the simplest movement.

Why...is it different this time?

Obviously...I've already planned everything...

Those carefully planned back-ups and far-sighted calculations became a joke under the crushing force of absolute power.

Tang San's soul trembled violently, regret flooding over him like a tide. If only he had been more cautious, had he not touched the child of the God of Destruction after killing the Golden Dragon King, but had waited patiently for the right moment to take the Golden Dragon King's divine core... If only he had been able to hold his composure...

He seemed to see another possible future, one in which he sat securely on the throne of Divine King, Xiao Wu was safe and sound, and the Divine Realm was completely under his control. In that time and space, he planned every step carefully, strategizing and planning. In the end, not only would Douluo Continent become Tang Family Continent, but even Douluo Divine Realm would be renamed Tang Family Divine Realm.

But the reality was that his overly ambitious actions had angered the God of Destruction, leading to his current complete defeat. Xiao Wu's soul was dissipating, her divine body shattered, and even her divine soul was incomplete, let alone merging with the other half!

It's all Zhou Weiqing's fault! If Zhou Weiqing had shown mercy and not used the Shura Sword to slay the dragon... everything could have been fine!

Because of that sword, the God of Destruction was completely enraged, and all his plans went to waste.

At the same time, in the Douluo plane, Mu Xing's slender fingers slowly stroked the two-meter-long blood-red giant sword. Dark golden magic patterns flowed on the broad sword body of the Shura Sword, and the sharp murderous aura made the surrounding air stagnant.

Sitting opposite her, Di Tian leaned back unconsciously. His instinctive disgust made him subconsciously keep a distance from the weapon.

"Zheng——"

The clear sound of the sword resounded throughout the entire space. The Shura Sword trembled with excitement, and the dark golden lines emitted an eerie light.

"What's wrong?" Di Tian realized that something unusual must have happened.

"I've said it before, it doesn't have and doesn't need a scabbard." In short, the rabbit is completely gone.

"Good death!" To the Beast God, a transformed soul beast like Xiao Wu was tantamount to betraying the entire soul beast clan. When he thought of the dead rabbit that helped Tang San hunt soul beasts and said that those were evil soul beasts, he couldn't help feeling disgusted.

Ten dark evil tigers and a group of human-faced demon spiders combined are not as evil as this rabbit!

I'm really impressed by the tacit understanding between you two, the king and his subjects! You must be in cahoots with each other for the rest of your lives! Electrolux is too lazy to complain to his face.

Why does the title of this chapter look so positive? Haha (〃'▽'〃) Look at what this incident has caused.