Tang Chen's Resolve
"Now that I think about it, there really was more to this story."
Tang Chen shook his head. With his extensive experience, he already knew everything about this great-grandson's situation.
Although out of consideration for their blood ties, Tang Chen would not obstruct Tang San's path for any greater cause, but he would also never offer Tang San any further assistance.
Those who lack virtue and are unworthy of inheriting the mantle of the Clear Sky Sect!
Let Tang San do whatever he wants; he'll never be a match for the Spirit Hall anyway.
Even someone as arrogant as Tang Chen had to admit that the Spirit Hall of this era was truly terrifying.
Although he had been living in seclusion in the Holy Light Prison, Tang Chen had heard some rumors about Bibi Dong being forcibly seized from power.
This world-renowned female Pope also lost to her own daughter, Papal Seat returned to the Qian Clan family. With the addition of Su He, whose talent was even more astonishing, the Spirit Hall was no longer something Tang San could stop.
The Spirit Hall is now like a heavily armored war chariot, slowly but steadily crushing across the Douluo Continent.
"Xi'er, I have something to say, but I'm not sure if I should."
Tang Chen snapped out of his daze, stared at Bo Saixi beside him, and slowly asked.
"Is assisting Tang San in becoming a god truly your original intention?"
"So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?"
Upon hearing this, Bo Saixi simply shook his head slightly and chuckled speechlessly.
"Chen, so you know, whether it's me or Qian Daoliu."
We all envy you.
Only you live for yourself.
"Only you are free-spirited, unrestrained, and joyful."
"And we have long been shackled with endless chains."
Overwhelmed with emotion, Bo Saixi couldn't help but feel sad.
Perhaps in the near future, she will have to sacrifice her life for Tang San and begin the Divine Trial.
Or perhaps, Seagod Island won't even last until Tang San becomes a god, before it's crushed into pieces by the ruthless machine of the Spirit Hall, leaving no trace of its existence.
Even so, even though the outcome doesn't seem particularly unpredictable, what can Bo Saixi do?
As the Great Priest of the Sea God, she had already received far too much of the Sea God's favor. If she had her original talent, she would never have been able to reach Level Ninety-Nine and enjoy such power and privilege.
She was firmly bound to the Sea God's camp and could not break free.
Even though she was unwilling to accept this, it was all in vain.
"Xi'er, I mean maybe, if it's possible, would you be willing to leave here with me?"
"Let's go somewhere no one can find us, and live in seclusion thereafter."
"Whether it's the Spirit Hall or the Two Great Empires, they will have nothing to do with us from now on."
"A secluded corner is a place of peace."
Tang Chen stared intently into Bo Saixi's eyes. Seeing that Bo Saixi's gaze was somewhat evasive, clearly indicating she didn't want to believe him, only further stirred Tang Chen's long-dormant emotions.
He's been feeling lost lately.
Having failed in his attempt to Becoming a God in the Slaughter City, he was forced to be parasitized by disgusting bats and become the King of Slaughter.
He was in pain, he was numb, he was powerless.
After being revived by Bo Saixi, he helped his great-grandson escape the Spirit Hall's pursuit, but was defeated by his former nemesis and imprisoned in Spirit City.
Now it turns out that Tang San is not a suitable person to help.
Tang Chen was once plunged into self-doubt, wondering what his purpose was in continuing to live.
He, who was once incredibly proud, accepted this ending, but at the very last moment when his long-dormant ambition seemed to be completely extinguished, he found a goal for the rest of his life.
As Poseidon's partner, he naturally saw Bo Saixi's suffering and helplessness, and felt immense heartache as well.
He made up his mind to escape Sea God Island with Bo Saixi.
Even if his cultivation is completely destroyed and everything has to start anew, Tang Chen is willing.
This was a promise he made to himself, as a strong man and, more importantly, as a husband who wanted to protect his wife.
Even he himself did not realize that at the moment Tang Chen's desire to become stronger was rekindled, his peak Level Ninety-Nine Soul Power, which had not fluctuated for a long time, actually showed an upward trend.
Meanwhile, Su He was still undergoing the trials of the God of Destruction's Trial.
It was less a tempering process and more a brutal beating.
This is Su He's ninth attempt at the Destruction Remnant challenge.
The Destruction Remnant was proficient in almost all of the God King of Destruction's abilities, and even some divine skills were used with ease. Su He from being completely powerless at the beginning to barely managing to hold off for ten or so rounds, and then to being able to barely counter the Destruction Remnant's divine skills on the ninth round.
All of this was observed by the God King of Destruction was far away in the Divine Realm.
With each new challenge, Su He made significant progress compared to the previous one. The Golden Eyes of Disillusionment allowed Su He to perfectly observe the various abilities of the Destruction Divine Sense whenever she challenged it, as long as she wasn't instantly killed by the terrifying Destruction Divine Thunder at the start.
Even though the outcome is already determined, it is still very important to review and analyze the battle at the end. Su He now even feels like he is fighting video game bosses on Blue Star in his previous life, one after another, until the day he finally beats the game.
It's a pity that this time Su He seems to have chosen an extremely difficult test, and the God King of Destruction only gave him fifty chances to try. It's not even like the Divine Trial that the Sea God gave Tang San in the Original Work, where he could challenge it countless times within a year.
Based on Su He's initial assessment, although the apparent energy level of this Destruction Divine Sense is approximately equivalent to Level 90 Soul Power, its true combat strength should be at the peak of Demigod, infinitely close to that of a Priest, given the unique nature of its abilities.
After all, have you ever seen a Level 90 thing that can unleash pure Destruction Divine Thunder and Destruction Aura? Su He only made contact with that terrifying attack for a moment before he found that his body had ceased to exist.
"Touch it and you die"—this was no joke. Su He had pushed the Three Thousand Lightning Movements to its limit to slowly find patterns and survive the attacks that threatened to Destruction Divine Sense.
"Boom!"
As the Destruction Remnant predicted the landing point of Su He's Three Thousand Lightning Movements, a terrifying Destruction Divine Thunder, as thick as a bucket, slammed into Su He's body. Su He was reduced to ashes once more, only to be reborn at the spawn point.
The ninth attempt failed.
Su He calmed himself and sat cross-legged. He already had a clue how to pass this damned Sixth Trial.
The biggest problem right now is that he doesn't have any means to resist the aura of Destruction, so Su He has no ability to fight the Destruction Remnant for long.
And just then, that chaotic power in her dantian gave Su He an indescribable inspiration.