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Chapter 412 After I become a god, I will reshape the entire continent!
Tang Chuan, dressed in white, holding a trident, transformed into a streak of light and stepped off across the sea.
On Poseidon Island, all the sea spirit beasts surfaced at once.
The Seven Sacred Pillars Douluo stood at a distance, watching the departing figure, speechless for a long time.
Poseidon whispered:
"The landscape of mainland China is about to change."
……
Southwest of Douluo Continent.
Blackrock City.
This place was originally a small city.
The city has a population of only tens of thousands, but it is usually quite lively due to its proximity to the trade route.
Outside the city gate is a maple forest. Every autumn, the mountains are ablaze with red leaves, and many caravans stop here to rest when they pass through.
But now, the maple forest has withered and died.
It's not a fallen leaf.
Instead, it withers and dies.
The tree trunk turned grayish-black, the branches and leaves curled and yellowed, and the roots seemed to have been drained of life by some evil force, leaving only the dry and cracked earth.
The sky was overcast.
There were no birdsong.
There were no insect sounds.
Even the wind blowing through the forest carried a nauseating, putrid stench.
The city gates were wide open.
There were no guards at the entrance, only two corpses lying on the ground.
They had no obvious wounds, but their faces were frozen in extreme terror, their eyes wide open with grayish-white pupils, as if they had seen some incomprehensible horror before they died.
Even more bizarrely, their bodies were still intact, but their lives had been completely drained away.
It has no soul.
There was no resentment.
There wasn't even any spiritual remnant left after death.
The whole city was as quiet as a grave.
Tang Chuan paused slightly as he stepped into Blackstone City.
He rushed back to the mainland from Seagod Island, and with the faint senses transmitted by the Blue Silver Grass, he found the city that Tang San had just slaughtered.
But when he actually saw what was happening in front of him, his eyes gradually turned cold.
Corpses lay scattered haphazardly in the streets.
There were vegetable vendors, passing merchants, women dressed in coarse cloth, and children who hadn't yet grown up. Most of them had no external injuries, but their souls had been forcibly ripped out.
Some people remained in a fleeing posture until their deaths, some clung tightly to the corpses of their loved ones, and some knelt on the ground, seemingly begging for mercy from some monster before they died.
But Tang San did not let them go.
not a single one.
Tang Chuan walked forward.
The bluestone slabs underfoot had cracked, and wild grass should have been growing in the cracks, but now, all the grass leaves were withered and black, as if they had been burned or poisoned.
An old locust tree by the street was lying on its side, its trunk hollow and its bark peeling off.
A dead bird lay among the branches, its feathers gray and its body stiff.
The entire city was devoid of any life.
Even the water in the well turned into a murky black.
The power of the Rakshasa remains on every inch of land.
Tang Chuan's grip on the Trident of Poseidon tightened slowly.
"Tang San".
His voice was very soft.
But the air around us suddenly seemed to drop a few degrees.
Just then, a faint sound came from the street corner ahead.
Tang Chuan's figure flashed, and he instantly appeared there.
It was a house that had collapsed halfway.
The roof beams broke and the walls collapsed.
A little girl huddled behind a water vat, her face deathly pale, her lips cracked, and her whole body trembling. She was still alive. However, a faint aura of deathly power clung to her, clearly indicating that she had been eroded by the aftershocks. Had she arrived even a moment later, her life would have been extinguished completely.
Tang Chuan crouched down, and the little girl looked at him in fear, instinctively shrinking back.
"Don't be afraid."
Tang Chuan softened his voice.
He raised his hand, and a blue silver grass sprouted from his palm, gently wrapping around the girl's wrist.
A bluish-gold light slowly flowed into her body.
The girl's ashen face finally regained a sliver of color.
She stared blankly at Tang Chuan.
"elder brother……"
"A monster...a black monster..."
"It's holding a sickle..."
"It took Father and Mother away..."
"They are crying..."
"They were dragged into the sky..."
Tang Chuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked in a low voice:
Are there any other living people?
The girl shook her head blankly.
"have no idea……"
Everyone fell silent...
"The city lord has also fallen silent..."
As she spoke, tears finally streamed down her face.
"Brother, is my mother dead?"
Tang Chuan fell silent.
He can heal the body, bring withered trees back to life, and pull people back from the brink of death.
But even he couldn't revive someone whose soul had already been devoured by Tang San.
Not at least not now.
Tang Chuan reached out and gently pressed his hand on the top of the girl's head.
"Take a nap."
The Blue Silver Grass released a gentle life force, and the cyan-gold light flowed into the little girl's body like warm water, gradually expelling the lingering Rakshasa death energy from her body.
As soon as the wisp of deathly energy left the body, it emitted a faint shriek, like some kind of living thing struggling.
Tang Chuan's eyes turned cold.
A light flick of the fingertip.
The wisp of death energy was instantly crushed by the life force of the Blue Silver Emperor, turning into a wisp of gray smoke and dissipating into the air. The little girl's tense body finally relaxed, her eyelids slowly closed, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Tang Chuan gently picked her up and placed her on a relatively intact wooden couch next to him.
Then he stood up and walked to the middle of the street.
The entire Blackrock City remained deathly silent.
Tang Chuan slowly raised his right hand, and the Blue Silver Emperor appeared in his palm.
The next moment, a cyan-gold light shot into the sky.
"Blue Silver Emperor".
"The realm of life, open."
boom--
Centered on Tang Chuan, countless blue silver grasses sprouted from the cracks in the broken bluestone.
One plant.
Ten plants.
One hundred plants.
Thousands of plants.
In the blink of an eye, the entire street was covered with turquoise-gold blue silver grass.
They did not grow wildly into vines, nor did they transform into weapons of attack; instead, they swayed gently, spreading wisps of warm life energy into this dead city.
The branches of the dead old locust tree trembled slightly.
Beneath the cracked bark, a faint trace of green seeped out again.
The murky, black well water began to churn, and the black mist on the surface was gradually purified.
The withered flowers and plants on the street corner straightened up again, and the maple forest outside the city, which had been completely dead, began to sprout its first new buds under the life force of the Blue Silver Emperor.
However, Tang Chuan's expression did not soften in the slightest.
Plants and trees can revive.
The land can be restored.
Well water can be purified.
But those whose souls were taken by Tang San can never come back.
At least for now, we can't go back.
Tang Chuan looked at the city full of corpses, his eyes chillingly cold.
"Tang San".
"You no longer deserve to be called a human being."
The next moment, he slammed the Trident of Poseidon onto the ground.
The blue-gold light of the sea god and the cyan-gold life force of the blue silver emperor spread simultaneously.
The two forces intertwined, like a silent rain falling throughout Blackrock City.
The expressions of terror on the faces of the corpses began to gradually subside.
The lingering Rakshasa aura on them was purified.
Although they couldn't be resurrected, at least they could prevent Tang San's evil power from further corrupting them. Countless Blue Silver Grasses in the city gently bowed down, as if bidding farewell to the dead.
Night fell over Tiandou City.
Shrek Academy, once a glorious institution, is no longer as bustling as it once was.
Since the situation on the continent descended into chaos, with the Spirit Empire, the Star Luo Empire, and the remnants of the Heaven Dou Empire fighting each other, and with the news of Tang San falling into the Rakshasa and slaughtering cities and devouring souls spreading, Shrek Academy has been forced to close most of its area. The once bustling training grounds are now deserted.
The wind rustled through the old trees at the edge of the playground, their withered yellow leaves whispering.
The college gates were tightly closed.
The Shrek sign hanging at the entrance was quite old and covered in dust.
This place once nurtured geniuses who shook the continent.
Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu.
The reputation of the Shrek Seven Devils was once Flander's greatest pride in his life.
But now, this pride is like a knife, stabbing into his heart again and again.
Deep within the academy.
Inside the council chamber, the candlelight was dim.
Flanders sat in the main seat, his face grim.
Liu Erlong stood by the window, arms crossed, a barely concealed anger between his brows.
Zhao Wuji leaned against a pillar, his thick arms crossed over his chest, his face unusually devoid of any playfulness. Qin Ming stood to the side, his expression solemn.
Master Yu Xiaogang sat in the far corner.
His face was somewhat pale, his eyes were sunken, and he looked much older than before. But if you looked closely, you would occasionally see a very faint purplish-black light flashing deep in his pupils, but the light was so subtle that even Liu Erlong did not notice it.
The atmosphere in the council chamber was oppressive.
Several urgent reports were laid out on the table.
Each urgent report represents a dead city.
Yunluo City.
Blackwater City.
Sunset City.
White Stone City.
Blackrock City.
These names were once just marks on a map, but now they have become synonymous with death.
Zhao Wuji slammed his fist on the table.
"You bastard!"
Just how insane has Tang San gone?
"Slaughtering an entire city and devouring souls? Is that something a human being could do?"
Liu Erlong's eyes were icy cold.
"He is no longer the Tang San he used to be."
Qin Ming said in a deep voice: "According to the information that came back, Tang San not only slaughtered the city, but he also used those devoured souls to revive Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tai Long, and even Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo."
"But those people did not truly come back to life."
"They have no intelligence; they are merely undead puppets."
When Flander heard the names Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, his body trembled slightly.
A flicker of pain crossed his eyes.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were both children he watched grow up.
Especially Ma Hongjun, who was his personally taught disciple.
He had cursed that kid countless times for being useless, and he had also fantasized countless times that one day Ma Hongjun would truly become Phoenix Douluo and stand at the pinnacle of the continent.
But now, that child is dead.
Even in death, he could not find peace; Tang San refined him into a soulless undead puppet.
Flander slowly took off his glasses and wiped the lenses.
But his fingers were trembling slightly.
"Tang San..."
His voice was hoarse.
"What exactly did you turn Shrek into?"
Just then.
A sudden gust of cold wind swept through the council chamber.
The already faint candlelight suddenly went out.
The temperature in the entire council chamber suddenly dropped.
Zhao Wuji was the first to notice something was wrong and suddenly stood up straight.
"Who?"
No one answered.
But from the darkness outside the door, the sound of footsteps could be heard slowly approaching.
step.
step.
Another step.
The footsteps weren't heavy, but they felt like they were pounding on everyone's hearts.
Flander's expression suddenly changed.
A flame ignited in Liu Erlong's eyes, and the aura of her Crimson Dragon Martial Soul surged instantly.
Qin Ming also subconsciously released his soul power to protect the group.
Only the master remained seated in the corner.
He lowered his head, and the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly.
It looks like he's laughing.
boom--
The doors to the council chamber opened by themselves, even without wind.
Black mist poured in from outside the door.
A figure in a black robe slowly walked in.
Her long hair was loose.
The purplish-black sickle mark between his brows throbbed slightly.
He held the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand.
It was Tang San.
The moment they saw him, everyone in the council chamber fell silent.
The Tang San of the past, though calm and even somewhat stubborn, at least still possessed humanity. But the Tang San standing before them now was completely different; his skin was pale, a ghostly green flame burned deep within his eyes, and a dense aura of death enveloped his body.
He didn't seem like a returning student; he was more like a demon crawling back from the depths of hell.
Flanders slowly stood up.
"Tang San".
"You dare to come back?"
Tang San looked up at Flander, his face showing no remorse whatsoever.
"Dean."
"have not seen you for a long time."
His tone was eerily calm, as if those dead cities, those wandering souls, and those old friends whom he had turned into puppets had nothing to do with him.
Liu Erlong said angrily:
"Tang San! Are those rumors outside true?"
"Did you massacre those cities?"
"Did you turn Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun into undead?"
Tang San looked at Liu Erlong and said calmly:
"Teacher Erlong, please don't say such unpleasant things."
"I am not blaspheming them."
"I'm bringing them back."
Zhao Wuji was so angry that he laughed instead.
"return?"
"No intelligence, no soul, only knowing how to obey your commands—you still want it back?"
Tang San's expression finally turned cold.
"As long as I continue to grow stronger, one day I will be able to truly restore them."
"The death you are experiencing now is only temporary."
"As long as I inherit the position of Rakshasa, everything can be reversed."
Qin Ming stared intently at Tang San.
"So you kill innocent civilians?"
"You'd trade their souls for your power?"
Tang San did not deny it.
Instead, he took a step forward, leaving a trail of eerie green flames as his Rakshasa scythe dragged across the ground.
"The souls of the weak are meaningless."
"They live only to be dominated by the strong."
"Since that's the case, why not make it my strength?"
"After I become a god, I will reshape the entire continent."
"At that time, Shrek will become the center of the new world."
Upon hearing this, the last trace of hesitation in Flander's eyes vanished completely.
"You came back just to say this?"
Tang San slowly raised his hand.
A purplish-black token appeared in his palm.
The token is engraved with a temple pattern composed of bones and a sickle.
"I have established a new power."
"It is called—the Rakshasa Divine Court."
"From this day forward, the Rakshasa Divine Court will replace the Spirit Hall, Star Luo, and Heaven Dou, becoming the true ruler of the Douluo Continent."
"And you were my former teachers."
"So, I'm giving you a chance."
Tang San's gaze swept over Flander, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and Qin Ming.
In the end, it fell on the master.
"Join the Rakshasa Divine Court and undergo the Rakshasa God's test."
"Killing, devouring souls, sacrificing."
"As long as you pass the test, you will receive the power bestowed by the god Rakshasa."
"Your soul power level will increase, and your martial soul will evolve."
"There's even a chance to become a demigod." (End of Chapter)