Why…?
As Ning Fengzhi's life ebbed away, a soul-deep question escaped him.
"Didn't you expect me to team up with that dog Tang Xiao to conquer the world for you? Let me tell you—I'm done. I, Tang San, fight only for myself."
With that, Tang San withdrew the Asura Sword and let Ning Fengzhi's corpse plummet.
A green Soul of Forgiveness rose from the body and was absorbed into Tang San's turtle-shell armor.
After losing the divine authority of judgment, the Asura God position was now nearly identical to the Rakshasa God—both slaughter divinities. If one devoured the other, that god position would ascend. This was why Ning Fengzhi had to die.
Having eliminated the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan contingent, Tang San and Tang Xiao now faced no further obstruction.
"Tang San, let's settle this once and for all. Rakshasa God Domain!"
Tang Xiao activated his domain. A pitch-black realm pressed toward Tang San.
Tang San knew reconciliation was impossible—and he had no intention of it. His eyes glowed green, breath heaving like an ox: "Couldn't agree more. Asura God Domain—Forgiveness God Domain!"
Two vast domains unfurled. With Tang San at the center, a green expanse radiated in all directions.
Domains active, the two gods gripped their divine weapons and charged. They clashed in mid-air above Issa Fortress.
The sky was painted in black and green—seven parts black, three parts green.
Tang San and Tang Xiao's shadows flickered and crossed, sword and scythe weaving a deadly dance.
From the very first exchange, Tang San fell into disadvantage.
What humiliated him most: in his previous life, the Rakshasa God had cowered before his Asura God like a mouse before a cat. Yet in this life—for reasons unknown—his Asura God position was merely first-class, while Tang Xiao's Rakshasa God remained at first-class peak, numerically overwhelming him.
Meanwhile, the siege of Issa Fortress began in earnest. Countless Slaves scaled the walls tirelessly.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo—now transformed into Slaves—along with Slaves Titled Douluo from the Clear Sky Clan and Sea God Island, joined the fray. With Titled Douluo-level power, they demolished wall after wall, pushing toward the fortress's core.
Of course, battlefield defeat paled in comparison to mental torment.
Tang Xiao's Rakshasa slashes rained down like a storm. Tang San couldn't keep up. A glaring gash was carved into the green turtle shell over his abdomen.
Deeper still, from within the Asura Sword's sheath space, wave after wave of mental assaults crashed into him.
"Pathetic, Ah-San. The mighty Asura God in your hands—reduced to this? Can't even beat a Rakshasa God." Yu Tianheng's mocking voice rang out.
Then Dai Mubai's voice: "Ignore that Xiao San. Tianheng, Xiao Wu says it's your turn—come train the martial soul fusion skill."
Yu Tianheng: "Alright, coming! Ah-San, gotta go—I'm off to play with Xiao Wu."
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH—!!"
Tang San's eyes blazed green, breath raging.
He slashed out a blade of energy—not at Tang Xiao, but at the soul masters atop Issa Fortress.
In an instant, Dai Tianfeng, Yu Yuanzhen, and other alliance leaders were caught off guard. The green slash struck true. Their vengeful spirits transformed into Souls of Forgiveness, streaming from all directions into the crystal on Tang San's turtle-shell back.
Absorbing his subordinates' forgiveness souls, Tang San's aura surged. The war with Tang Xiao entered its second phase.
In his enraged state, Tang San temporarily bridged the numerical gap and fought the Rakshasa God Tang Xiao to a stalemate.
But soon he faltered again—only to seize the chance, slaughter another wave of alliance leaders, absorb their forgiveness souls, and tie once more.
And so, through blood sacrifice, Tang San battled Tang Xiao for a full day and night.
Just as Tang San prepared another sacrifice to boost his power, he suddenly realized—Issa Fortress had fallen. The Slaves had planted Tang Xiao's banners atop the walls.
"Grand-nephew, no more sacrifices left, huh?" Tang Xiao gloated. "Then be my offering. Let me devour you."
Behind Tang Xiao, the Rakshasa God Body manifested—a colossal purple figure hundreds of feet tall, bearing the Great Chieftain's visage, wielding a massive Rakshasa scythe that slashed toward Tang San.
Staring at the Rakshasa colossus, Tang San heard Xiao Wu's panting and the jeering of ten men from the Asura Space. His eyes teetered on madness.
He gripped the Asura Divine Sword and summoned his own Asura God Colossus—a massive, sickly green figure with a turtle shell on its back, long arms, short legs, clutching the Asura sword. The divine blade met the demonic scythe.
Two titans clashed like giants!
The purple colossus pressed down with its scythe.
Within the green colossus, a glint of insanity flashed in Tang San's eyes—directed not just at Tang Xiao, but at the dog-men and whore in the Asura Space.
Then, from Tang San's body erupted several times his normal divine power.
Panic erupted in the Asura Space.
"Tang San, what are you doing?! Stop!" Bu Le shouted urgently.
"Hahahahahaha! What am I doing? I'm detonating my godhood!"
Tang San roared, eyes green, breath heaving: "The moment I ascended, I planned this—drag Qian Renxue or Bibi Dong down with me. If you won't let me live in peace, none of you will!"
At the end, he turned to the purple colossus: "Pity. My final opponent after ascension is you, Tang Xiao."
Indeed—Tang San had begun self-destructing his god core to unleash his ultimate technique. Once initiated, the ten parallel gods could not stop it.
The green colossus representing Tang San suddenly solidified, momentarily overwhelming the purple one.
Tang Xiao, seeing this, frantically squeezed every drop of divine power to its limit—even shoving Tang Hao's soul to the front of the scythe.
In an instant, before Tang Hao's soul could threaten him, it was annihilated by Tang San's overwhelming divine force.
Both colossi reached terrifying peaks of momentum. Then—cracks spiderwebbed across their bodies.
The next moment—they exploded.
Annihilating energy radiated outward. The Slaves who had been chanting "Long live Tang Xiao" were obliterated by the destructive waves.
The dual gods' destruction razed everything within dozens of kilometers of Issa Fortress to the ground.
The destructive energy took a long time to dissipate.
Tang Xiao weakly fell onto the barren ground.
At this moment, his divine armor was shattered, his divine power exhausted. Fortunately, his Rakshasa God Position still remained — with some time, he could recover.
"Damn it... that little nephew actually self-destructed his god position," Tang Xiao cursed bitterly. "Tried to steal a chicken and ended up losing the rice."
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in his ears:
"Tang Xiao, aside from that... you've miscalculated one more thing."
Tang Xiao turned toward the source of the sound in surprise. A spatial gate opened, and Ah Yin stepped out from within.
"Ah Yin, y-you're back!" Tang Xiao said excitedly.
But the next second, blue-silver vines wrapped tightly around his body.
With his divine power drained, Tang Xiao couldn't resist — though even if he could, facing the woman he once loved, he wouldn't want to fight back.
"Why, Ah Yin...?" Tang Xiao asked weakly.
"There are two candidates for the Rakshasa God Trial," Ah Yin said coldly. "Besides you... there's me. My single and only trial—"
"—is to kill the new Rakshasa God, and seize his god position."
As soon as her words fell, two blue-silver vines pierced through Tang Xiao's shattered divine armor, stabbing directly into his divine heart.
Divine blood spilled from Tang Xiao's mouth as he stared at her in disbelief.
"You... you want the Rakshasa God Position? I could've given it to you... Did you forget... our love...?"
The Rakshasa God Seed was stripped from his body, turning into a purple orb of light that floated toward Ah Yin.
She caught it in her hand, and with a gesture, the Rakshasa Scythe flew into her grasp.
"I haven't forgotten our memories," Ah Yin said softly. "But... I no longer love you."
Purple divine armor wrapped around her graceful figure as she absorbed the Rakshasa Seed.
The vines withdrew from Tang Xiao's body. He collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
After reclaiming the Rakshasa God Position, Ah Yin stepped back into the spatial gate and disappeared from the battlefield.
On the other side, Tang San somehow survived — barely.
His situation, however, was similar to Qian Renxue's when she fell from godhood. His soul power level had dropped to Level 89, forever stuck below the Titled Douluo threshold.
Still, Tang San consoled himself — by self-destructing the Asura God Seed, he believed Xiao Wu and those ten cursed men were gone as well.
As long as he was alive, he could find another way. He refused to believe he'd stay trapped forever.
"If the Asura God Position is gone," he thought, "then I'll just become the Sea God again."
But as Tang San was fantasizing about rebuilding his future, the Asura Divine Sword — along with its sheath — suddenly appeared from the void and sucked him inside.
In the Divine Realm, Eternal God Palace
Huo Yuhao casually raised his hand, and the green Asura God Sword landed in his palm.
He smiled faintly at the assembled gods.
"Looks like everyone guessed wrong. That battle ended in mutual destruction."
The Asura God Seed had shattered, but within the sword's inner sheath, a special subspace had formed.
Inside this space, Xiao Wu held absolute control.
Her children and ten men possessed secondary authority.
Together, they cultivated fields and estates — recreating the four seasons of Douluo Continent within this miniature world.
No one knew why they bothered farming in a space disconnected from the outside world... but they did it anyway.
Every spring, Xiao Wu and Yu Tianheng would climb a hillside and admire the lush farmland below.
Yu Tianheng sighed poetically:
"Plucking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, I gaze leisurely upon the southern mountain."
"Wow! Brother, did you compose that poem yourself?" Xiao Wu asked sweetly, rubbing her slightly round belly.
Yu Tianheng smiled faintly.
"Yes. This scenery inspired me."
Meanwhile, down in the cotton fields, a dark, short-limbed creature looked up toward the hill.
A whip cracked across its back.
"Xiao San! What are you staring at? Get back to work!"
Tang Wule — wearing a cowboy hat — stood behind him, lash in hand.
Tang San winced, lowering his head to continue picking cotton.
Yes... the entire realm's fields had only one laborer — Tang San, the family's sole "farm tool."
Every day, his "seven beloved sons" took turns whipping and supervising him.
He had tried to kill himself before... but every time he died, the mysterious power of the space instantly resurrected him. Eventually, Tang San became completely numb.
At noon, he walked to the latrine to gather fertilizer.
From inside came a hateful voice:
"Tang San... I never thought you'd end up like this! Hahahaha—"
"Shut up, you damn worm!" Tang San yelled back.
"At least I'm still human! You're nothing but a shit-eating maggot!"
He shouted toward the pit, and hearing it seemed to comfort him a little — a small consolation in his misery.
The thing inside went silent.
Tang San resumed his work.
Years passed — spring to autumn, again and again.
Xiao Wu finally gave birth again — three more children.
The matriarch herself came to the estate with her male companions, holding her newborns proudly.
She smiled at the bent, laboring Tang San.
"Ah San-gege, look! These are our three babies! The eighth, Tang Wusi; the ninth, Tang Wuming; and the tenth, Tang Wulong! How about that?"
Tang San's eyes twitched.
"You're asking me how about that?" he growled, eyes turning green. "Xiao Wu... these three kids aren't even mine! Why do they all have my surname?!"
If he had once clung to delusions about the first seven, at least believing he might be their father... this time he hadn't even been part of the process — not even in a dream.
"Ah San-gege," Xiao Wu said innocently, "we're husband and wife, of course the children take your surname."
"You're mocking me," Tang San said, trembling with rage. His chest heaved, fists clenched, veins bulging.
He roared like a furious ape—
CRACK!
A whip lashed across his back again.
"Xiao San! Show some respect to my mother," came Tang Wule's cold voice.
Since Xiao Wu's three new children were born, instead of seven, now ten children took turns whipping Tang San daily.
And as Xiao Wu's family continued to grow larger and larger...
Tang San's burden only grew heavier.
After all In the entire household, he was the only farm tool left.
Watching the scenes unfold within the sword's inner dimension, Huo Yuhao slowly placed the green Asura Divine Sword back onto its display rack. With a faint, meaningful smile, he murmured,
"Tang San, I hope you like the ending I've arranged for you."
After governing the God Realm for a time, Huo Yuhao eventually resolved the hidden crisis threatening its future. Once the divine order was stabilized, he handed over the authority of the God Realm's central core to the God of Destruction, entrusting him with the task of expanding the realm's dominion.
As for Huo Yuhao himself — he left the God Realm, venturing beyond, into the vast universe.
Thus began the era of the God of Destruction, who led the continued growth and expansion of the God Realm.
Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent, the battle of the Two Gods had ended. The old order perished in their near self-destructive war. The fall of Issac Fortress marked not only a military loss, but the end of an entire age.
From the ashes, a new order rose.
With the progress of technology and the reformation of society, the profession of Spirit Master was no longer monopolized by ancient clans. Talented individuals from every corner of the continent began to emerge. The new Era of Spirit Dominion, in which one no longer needed to hunt spirit beasts for power, brought mutual prosperity to both humans and spirit beasts alike.
More and more prodigies ascended to godhood, joining the ever-growing ranks of the divine — perfectly in line with the God of Destruction's mission to expand the God Realm.
Even the birth of the New Dragon God shattered the ancient limitation that prevented spirit beasts from becoming gods.
Relying on the legacy of the Dragon God's bloodline, and in honor of her heritage, Di Tian and the others gave her a name — formed from the eternal god Huo Yuhao's "Huo" , the Golden Dragon King Gu Yue Xuan's "Yue" , and the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena's "Na" — thus she was named Huo Yuena.
In the not-so-distant future, she would inherit the Dragon God's divine throne, opening a new divine path for all spirit beasts.
In the Temple of Angels, young Huo Yuena tugged gently at Qian Renxue's hand.
"Aunt Xue'er," she asked softly, "where did Father go?"
Qian Renxue fell silent, her eyes distant. She recalled what Huo Yuhao had said before he left:
"In this world, nothing exists eternally unchanged."
He had shown her visions of the Tang Clan's future — how, without his interference, they would prosper and flourish, only to later decay and fade away.
"Even the Tang Clan's glory cannot resist the erosion of time. What of ten thousand years? A hundred thousand? A million? Nothing lasts forever. Just as the Dragon God once led the soul beasts to reign supreme for hundreds of thousands of years — and yet, even that era eventually ended."
"There is no such thing as eternal constancy. Only change itself is eternal. Everything fades beneath the flow of time — even gods are no exception."
Qian Renxue looked toward the stars. "He left… and went into the depths of the universe. He's become part of the eternal flow — the past, the present, and the future, all in motion."
Her eyes dimmed slightly as she whispered.
Thousands of years passed.
The Douluo Continent's technology had long surpassed anything seen in the original timeline — surpassing even the era of Lan Xuanyu — ushering in a true Age of the Cosmos.
And then, through the barriers between planes, a fragment of consciousness drifted across dimensions into this world — a remnant soul whispering a single line:
"With sun and moon in my grasp, I pluck the stars from the heavens —
In all the world, there is none like me."
From deep within that fractured soul, a familiar voice echoed:
"Teacher… it's been a long time."
— END —