Tang San, Are You Ready?

It was still that same dark space, where the woman in the black dress lay sleeping on the ground.

Suddenly, a streak of golden divine power tore through the space here, descending like a miniature sun and hovering in mid-air.

The woman in the black dress frowned slightly, as if sensing something. Her proud, curvaceous body trembled, and her alluring red lips parted: "Don't be in such a rush, Little Scumbag. This Lady needs another nap; I'll satisfy you in a little while."

"Little Spider, are you still sleeping? Why don't you take a look at what Little Scumbag is doing with your body right now?"

The voice emanated from the golden divine power in the air, which then slowly contracted, eventually condensing into the form of Feng Yan.

The woman in the black dress snapped her purple eyes open, still carrying a hint of post-slumber confusion.

She rubbed her eyes, stared at the red-clad figure in the air for a moment, and then said with pleasant surprise:

"Lord God of Fire, you've come to see me!"

Feng Yan crossed his arms and landed on the ground, saying calmly: "It is not a deliberate visit; I have another matter to discuss with you."

Upon hearing this, a flash of disappointment crossed the woman's eyes, but then she suddenly thought of something and began scanning her surroundings.

Yet, the figure who spent all day shouting about "the path of self-destruction" had already vanished. She hurriedly exclaimed: "Oh no! Where did Little Scumbag go?"

Could it be that Lord God of Fire was going to use Little Scumbag for some strange business again?

As this thought crossed her mind, the woman in the black dress cautiously eyed Feng Yan, seemingly trying to glean an answer.

Suddenly, an even more perplexing realization struck her: why had she woken up in her consciousness space instead of her physical body?

Could it be!

Feng Yan spoke up at this moment: "You guessed correctly. Little Scumbag is currently operating your body outside."

The moment the words fell, the woman's expression shifted violently: "How dare he!!!"

"He is nothing but a plaything for my amusement, yet he dares to manipulate this Lady's body? Just watch me hang him up and lash him with a hundred thousand whips!"

While cursing, she attempted to use her spiritual power to leave this space and regain control of her body.

Feng Yan watched her tantrum quietly, too lazy to explain. She would tire herself out eventually, and since he was merely a faint divine projection, he had time to spare.

After the woman had struggled for quite a while, she seemed to realize something. Her purple eyes grew teary, and she complained aggrievedly: "Lord God of Fire, it was you helping Little Scumbag, wasn't it..."

Feng Yan finally spoke: "Little Spider, let us get straight to the point."

The woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, parted her lips, and asked: "The point? What point?"

"I ask you, do you wish to become a god?" Feng Yan tossed out a question that was enough to drive any Man Faced Spider Emperor—or any soul beast—into a frenzy.

The woman froze, a moment of blankness flashing through her purple eyes, followed by suspicion.

"Lord God of Fire..."

Her voice became cautious: "Are you joking?"

Becoming a god!

For a soul beast, this question was an unreachable dream. Even Di Tian, who was known as the Beast God, had not truly attained godhood in essence...

Generally speaking, when a soul beast cultivated for one hundred thousand years, it faced a cruel choice...

Either transform into a human and start cultivating from scratch, gambling on the ethereal possibility of becoming a god.

Or continue cultivating in its soul beast form, enduring a heavenly tribulation every one hundred thousand years until, eventually, it was blasted into ashes.

"When I, a god, say I will do something, I do it. As long as you agree... the God Realm does not seem to have a Spider God..." Feng Yan left his sentence hanging, pausing deliberately.

"The God Realm... has no Spider God?"

The woman's breathing grew rapid, a flicker of longing flashing in her eyes. She wanted to become a god so badly! It was her dream!

The woman believed that Lord God of Fire would never harm her.

Otherwise, why would he help her so much? Why would he kindly send her Little Scumbag?

Surely he wasn't after her one hundred thousand-year soul ring or soul bone? But what would a god want with those things?

With such an opportunity finally placed before her, she decided to take the gamble and see if she could turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.

"You only need to... three days from now," Feng Yan transmitted to the woman.

After hearing everything Feng Yan had to say, the woman hesitated: "Lord God of Fire, is this really okay?"

Feng Yan replied: "A broad, golden path to godhood is laid out before you. It is up to you whether you walk it or not."

Hearing this, the woman no longer hesitated: "Fine, I trust Lord God of Fire. It's just a body, isn't it? I'll let Little Scumbag enjoy it for a few days."

After traveling for an entire day and night, and enduring great hardship, Tang San finally brought the group of Man Faced Demon Spiders to the edge of the bamboo forest.

"Gugu-gaga? (Lady Spider Emperor, didn't you say there was an orgy here?)" A Man Faced Demon Spider, just over ten thousand years old with a somewhat simple-minded face, made a strange sound.

The other Man Faced Demon Spiders seemed to begin communicating as well.

"Waibi-babu? (I was summoned here; may I ask, what is an orgy?)"

"Sabara-shi! (I heard from others that it seems to be a necessary ritual for the revival of our race!)"

"You are all being insolent!" Tang San did not know why, but he suddenly understood these words. His already purple spider face darkened several shades in anger.

The Man Faced Demon Spider is naturally a solitary soul beast. To gather this group as quickly as possible, he had resorted to some less-than-honorable methods to locate a ten-thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider, and then it spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred...

In the end, the vast majority of Man Faced Demon Spiders within the Star Dou Great Forest were gathered here.

The noise gradually subsided.

"I'll say the ugly things first: there is an extremely powerful senior inside, and you must absolutely not offend him..."

As his words fell, Tang San swept his gaze across the group of Man Faced Demon Spiders behind him. Seeing there were no objections, he continued, "Alright, all of you follow me into the bamboo forest."

With that, Tang San was the first to stride forward on his eight spider legs, heading deep into the bamboo forest.

Behind him, a multitude of Man Faced Demon Spiders followed in a vast, imposing procession.

As solitary soul beasts, they had never gathered on such a scale before; generally, they maintained a natural vigilance and distance from one another.

Yet at this moment, under the summons of Tang San, their Spider Emperor, they all suppressed their instinct for slaughter and poured into the bamboo forest in their entirety.

In front of the bamboo house, Feng Yan was lying on a bamboo chair with his eyes closed, appearing to be resting, but in reality, his mind was racing.

If nothing went wrong, that wisp of his divine sense should have already reached the God Realm.

He just wondered what the situation was with San Gege now, and whether he had started a fight with Destruction; if they truly came to blows, that would be for the best.

Suddenly, the numerous Man Faced Demon Spiders arrived at the clearing in front of the bamboo house, with Tang San as the lead spider.

Feng Yan was not surprised in the least. He withdrew his focus, slowly opened his eyes, and swept his gaze over the Man Faced Demon Spiders.

There were over a hundred of them, almost all thousand-year-level, with only a sparse few being ten-thousand-year-level, but for a species on the verge of extinction, this was already quite good.

Feng Yan asked, "Tang San, are you ready?"

(ps: The patterns on the forehead of the Man Faced Demon Spider Tang San... are the Bamboo God's Third Trial...)