Slaughter City, a city filled with Fallen Ones, was forever shrouded in a bloody fog so thick that no daylight could penetrate it.
The Asura Demon Sword tore through space, carrying Tang San's body, split in two, as it fell like a blood-red meteor into the deepest reaches of Slaughter City—the Asura God Temple, a place unknown and inaccessible to all.
The bronze doors of the Asura God Temple closed with a thunderous roar, sealing off everything outside.
At the center of the great hall, the Asura Demon Sword floated in midair. Blood-red light surged from its blade like a tide, holding Tang San's two severed halves aloft.
Blood still gushed from the ruptured wounds. His organs had spilled out, and stark white bone fragments pierced through torn flesh. There was no doubt that Tang San was dead beyond death.
The Asura God stood above the hall, his figure shrouded in thick blood-red mist. His face could not be seen; only a pair of eyes burning with bloody flames was visible.
He raised a hand, and two beams of divine light shot from his fingertips, landing on Tang San's corpse and temporarily stabilizing his soul, which was on the verge of dispersing.
"Food God, Nine-Colored Goddess, come out." The Asura God's deep, majestic voice echoed through the hall.
Two beams of divine light descended from the void and took the forms of a man and a woman.
"Asura God, sir." The Food God and the Nine-Colored Goddess bowed at the same time.
"Enough." The Asura God waved a hand and pointed at Tang San, floating in midair. "This boy is the heir I have chosen.
His body was cut in half, and his soul has been corroded by the power of destruction. The two of you, husband and wife, will