RNP Chapter 43 Level 1 God, the Ambitions of the Haotian Sect
Chapter 43 Level 1 God, the Ambitions of the Haotian Sect
Chapter 43 First-Level God, the Ambitions of the Haotian Sect
However, the heavens did not give the world much time to breathe.
Immediately afterwards, a majestic and grand bell, seemingly from the ancient primordial era, resounded across the entire sky of Douluo Star.
"Thump—!"
The sound of the bells cleansed the soul, dispelling the previous sorrow and fear, and replacing them with a supreme sense of holiness.
The golden lettering, like molten gold, reappeared in the sky.
[Top Ten Martial Souls Ranking in Douluo Continent - Rewards Settlement]
【TOP3—Tang Chen】
[Rewards: Mental restoration, physical repair, exorcism of evil spirits, and ascension to godhood!]
[Current cultivation level has increased to: Level 130 (Level 1 God)!]
As the text froze, an indescribable golden light descended straight down from the highest point of the sky.
Ignoring the distance in space and the obstruction of terrain, it pierced straight through the barrier in a dark corner of Douluo Continent and crashed down!
The City of Slaughter.
This depraved paradise, perpetually shrouded in darkness and filled with bloodshed and sin, is now undergoing an unprecedented baptism.
The originally dark red sky was torn apart by that golden light.
The light was extremely domineering, carrying an undeniable purifying power, instantly illuminating every corner of this sinful city.
On the throne that symbolized the highest power in the city of slaughter, the "King of Slaughter," whose entire body was encased in dark red armor and whose face was pale and ferocious, suddenly let out a shrill scream.
"Aaaaaah—!! No! What is this?! Get away!!"
The sound was sharp and piercing, not like a human voice at all, but more like the desperate scream of a frightened bat.
Under the golden light, the King of Slaughter's originally withered and emaciated body began to convulse violently.
A gigantic, blood-red, nine-headed bat phantom was forcibly "pulled" out of his body by the golden light!
"Squeak squeak squeak—!!"
The Nine-Headed Blood Bat King struggled desperately, its nine ugly heads tearing at the golden light, trying to burrow back into its powerful body.
It had been parasitizing this demigod's body for many years and finally managed to control it. How could it be willing to leave now?
However, the rewards from the heavens are the will of the Heavenly Way.
"You beast, how dare you be so insolent!"
A majestic roar seemed to echo from the void. The golden light suddenly intensified, transforming into golden flames that instantly enveloped the nine-headed blood bat king.
Before it could even scream, the ancient beast that had plagued Tang Chen for decades turned into wisps of green smoke in an instant, completely disappearing from this world without leaving a trace of ashes.
With the death of the parasite, the man on the throne stopped struggling.
The golden light softened, like a mother's hand gently caressing the battered body.
His skin, which had been as pale as paper, began to regain its color, his shriveled muscles became full and rock-like again, and his withered red hair instantly turned black, becoming thick and black, and draped over his shoulders.
A domineering, fierce, and terrifying aura, seemingly capable of shattering the heavens and earth, began to rise wildly within his body!
Level 99 — Level 100 — Level 110 —
boom!
An invisible wave of energy emanated from him and spread outwards. The entire city of slaughter trembled under this pressure, and countless fallen beings knelt on the ground, trembling.
Level 130! A Level 1 God!
The man suddenly opened his eyes.
Those were no longer the murky, bloodthirsty eyes of a beast, but a pair of deep, starry, and sharp black eyes.
He slowly stood up and made a fist in the air with his right hand.
Buzz!
A huge black hammer appeared out of thin air, its surface adorned with dazzling golden patterns, a symbol of divine power.
"I am Tang Chen."
His voice was deep and resonant, carrying a sense of profound understanding and authority born from years of experience.
Tang Chen looked down at his hands, feeling the vast, ocean-like divine power within his body, and memories flooded back like a tide.
The Asura God's test, the Rakshasa God's trap, the parasitic possession of the nine-headed bat —
All the nightmares ended at this moment.
He looked up at the sky, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes, which then transformed into boundless pride.
"Haotian, return!"
Haotian Sect, a secluded place.
On the snow-capped mountain peak, where the wind howled fiercely, a lively scene unfolded.
Seeing the figure wielding the Haotian Hammer and exuding overwhelming power in the sky, the entire Haotian Sect was in an uproar.
Those elders who were usually serious and rigid, and who had to close the mountain gates for the sake of the sect's safety, were now all in tears, their beards trembling with excitement.
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"It's our ancestor! It really is our ancestor!"
The Second Elder was so excited that he threw down his cane, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to the sky, "Our ancestor is not dead!"
Our ancestor has become a god!
"Level 130—a Level 1 God!" The Seventh Elder was so excited his face turned red, waving his fist. "I'd like to see who in this world dares to bully my Clear Sky Sect! The Spirit Hall? Hmph, in front of a god-level ancestor, that old bastard Qian Daoliu is nothing!"
Inside the main hall, Sect Master Tang Xiao stood at the very front, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the image, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears.
For so many years, the Haotian Sect has endured humiliation and made concessions. His father died of anger, his younger brother was expelled from the sect, and the sect was closed off—all these burdens fell on his shoulders alone.
And now, it's dawn.
"metropolitan!"
The elders all turned to look at Tang Xiao, their eyes burning with an intense light.
"Our ancestor is currently in the City of Slaughter. Although he has regained his senses, he has only just awakened. We must immediately send someone to welcome him back to the sect!" the Second Elder said urgently.
"That's right! As long as our ancestor returns, our Haotian Sect will immediately re-emerge and reclaim its position as the number one sect in the world!"
Tang Xiao took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and said in a deep voice, "What the elders say is absolutely right. However—the City of Slaughter is extremely difficult to enter and exit, and its location is very secretive. Among us, who is most familiar with that place?"
The hall fell silent instantly.
The elders looked at each other, their expressions becoming somewhat awkward and complicated.
They all knew the answer.
In the entire Haotian Sect, apart from Tang Chen who had been missing for many years, only one person survived and walked out of the City of Slaughter, and obtained the God of Slaughter Domain.
That is—Tang Hao.
The Haotian Douluo who was regarded as a sinner of the sect and expelled from the family by them.
Tang Xiao glanced at the elders' expressions and sighed inwardly, but his eyes immediately hardened. This was an opportunity, a golden chance to bring his younger brother back to the sect and truly reunite the Haotian Sect.
"Dear uncles and elders," Tang Xiao's voice became loud and clear.
"Although Tang Hao is guilty, he is, after all, the most valued grandson of our ancestor and the only one who can freely enter and leave the City of Slaughter. Now that our ancestor has returned as a god, he will probably be displeased if he sees us brothers fighting amongst ourselves."
"I propose that I personally contact Tang Hao and have him go to the City of Slaughter to welcome back our Ancestor! If he can accomplish this, it will be a meritorious act to atone for his crimes. What do you elders think?"
The elders exchanged glances.
If it were in the past, they would have given Tang Hao a good scolding if he were mentioned.
But now, circumstances are beyond our control.
The ancestor has become a god, and Tang Hao is the ancestor's direct descendant and a god of death, so sending him to pick up the person is indeed the best choice.
"Never mind." The Second Elder sighed and waved his hand.
"The sect leader is right. For the sake of our ancestor and the greater good of the sect, let's set aside past grievances for now. As long as he can bring our ancestor back, what harm is there in letting him return to the sect?"
I second that.
I second that.
Seeing the elders nod in agreement, Tang Xiao felt a great weight lifted from his heart.
He turned to look at the vast snowstorm outside the hall, silently thinking, "Brother Hao, the opportunity has come. This time, your elder brother will definitely take you home."
Poseidon Island, in front of the Temple of Poseidon.
The sea breeze howls, swirling up thousands of piles of snow.
Poseidon, clad in a red robe, stood silently on the edge of the cliff. The sea breeze tousled her elegant long hair, but it could not dispel the utter infatuation in her eyes.
She looked at the sky, at the man who had regained his handsome appearance and was holding the Haotian Hammer, and two lines of clear tears slid down her beautiful face and dripped onto the rocks at her feet.
"Tang Chen————"
She had repeated this name in her heart countless times, for decades.
From youth to old age, she waited from her youth to her twilight years (though her appearance remained unchanged, her heart had grown weary).
The three of them traveled together, full of youthful vigor. Qian Daoliu's love was unrequited, while she and Tang Chen were mutually in love.
It's a pity that good luck makes people.
A vow he made, "I will not return until I become a god," led him to leave and never come back, leaving her alone on the deserted island.
"You finally did it."
Poseidon looked at the words "Level 130" and a sad yet gratified smile appeared on her lips.
"You've not only become a god, but a first-level god—you've won. You're stronger than Qian Daoliu, even stronger than me."
Her hands trembled slightly as she stroked the scepter in her hand.
"You've regained your senses. Do you remember me?"
Do you still remember the promise you made back then?
Poseidon's heart was in turmoil. As the high priestess of Poseidon Island, she was forbidden from leaving the island for the rest of her life.
But at this moment, the urge to rush to his side was almost overwhelming her reason.
Will you come looking for me?
She gazed at the other side of the sea, towards the direction of the killing city, her eyes filled with both anticipation and fear.
I look forward to our reunion, yet I fear that the long years have diluted the affection we once shared.