Within the sea of spirits, the throne forged from bones and souls is the center of the entire world.
"Those who inherit my legacy shall feed on darkness and take depravity as their path."
"The first test: a baptism of darkness."
The moment the words left his mouth, the black temple beneath Tang San's feet vanished.
His soul was suddenly dragged into an endless abyss of depravity by an irresistible force.
There is no light, no sound, and no direction here.
There was only pure, viscous darkness, almost tangible.
Coldness, loneliness, despair... countless negative emotions transformed into an invisible tide, pressing in from all directions, trying to completely assimilate and erase his consciousness.
Deep within his soul, it seemed as if countless voices were whispering to him.
"Give up..."
"Struggling is futile..."
"To be submerged here is to find eternal peace..."
Tang San's consciousness began to blur, and the flame of his soul flickered erratically.
"No……"
Tang San's soul let out a silent cry. He remembered the words of the Crimson Mother and the characteristics of the Dark Demon God's power.
Darkness, devour!
Resistance is foolish; confrontation will only hasten one's own demise.
Since we cannot defeat the darkness, then... become the darkness!
Once this thought arises, it spreads like wildfire and can no longer be contained.
Tang San stopped resisting the negative emotions that were creeping in and instead opened up his soul.
bring it on!
Despair or resentment, they all become nourishment for me!
Buzz—!
The sinister vertical pupil mark suddenly glowed with an eerie red light.
A more domineering and aggressive devouring power erupted from his soul.
The torrent of negative emotions that had been surging forward suddenly stopped.
They seemed to have encountered a natural enemy and began to instinctively retreat.
"Trying to leave?"
Tang San's thoughts revealed an unprecedented greed and violence.
He took the initiative, his soul transforming into an invisible net, retaliating against the darkness and negative emotions.
For a moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded in Tang San's mental world.
Countless black currents of energy, representing despair, pain, and resentment, were like a school of frightened fish, frantically chased and devoured by Tang San, the ferocious predator.
With each bit of darkness he absorbed, Tang San's soul grew stronger, and his aura became increasingly profound and sinister.
Tang San was so engrossed in it that he was oblivious to fatigue and the passage of time.
Only after he had completely devoured the last trace of negative emotion in this abyss of the mind did the entire space suddenly open up.
The throne of bones reappeared.
The grand voice rang out a second time, this time seemingly carrying a barely perceptible fluctuation.
"First test passed."
"You are qualified to inherit my divine power."
"Reward: Soul Power level increased by three levels. All Soul Rings' age increased by one thousand years, Soul Skills gained the 'Dark' attribute. Divine Domain Skill granted—Dark Demon Realm."
boom!
An incomparably pure and boundless dark divine power poured down from the throne, surging into Tang San's soul, and then fed back to his physical body through his soul.
outside world.
Yu Xiaogang and Flander, pushed apart by an invisible force, stared in horror at the slowly closing black vortex.
"it's over?"
Flanders swallowed hard, his voice dry.
Yu Xiaogang did not answer; his heart was in his throat as he stared intently at the center of the vortex.
The space returned to calm, and a figure reappeared.
Tang San hovered quietly in mid-air with his eyes closed.
His waist-length hair moved without wind, and the red light flowing from the vertical pupil mark between his brows exuded a chilling aura.
The fluctuations of his soul power were rising at an alarming rate!
Level 64!
Level 65!
Level 66!
Tang San slowly opened his eyes.
His left eye was as black as ink, and his right eye was as red as blood.
He merely glanced at Flanders casually.
This level 81 Soul Douluo felt his hair stand on end and instinctively took a half step back.
That's terrifying!
"The mistress, you..."
Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled with worry.
Tang San turned his gaze to Yu Xiaogang, and the evil and coldness in his eyes instantly subsided, returning him to his usual appearance.
"Teacher, I'm fine."
He stretched his body, feeling the surging power within him, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his lips.
"I feel... better than ever before."
As soon as the words were spoken, the Crimson Mother's playful voice rang in their minds for the last time.
"It performed well and didn't make my investment go down the drain."
"If the divine power fluctuations here are too great, it will soon attract the attention of other gods."
"You should leave now."
"The subsequent divine trials will begin automatically as your strength increases."
"You only need to keep absorbing and getting stronger. Until... the ninth trial begins, then come back here to see me."
The sound gradually faded away, leaving no trace.
It was as if everything that had just happened was just a bizarre dream.
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