Stamp him?
Hearing the Asura God's words, Tang Wulin's lips twitched despite himself. Do you think you're selling pork? You even want to stamp me.
But the mighty figure before him was clearly someone he could not contend with. Besides, the other party was full of goodwill, and this so-called stamp would bring him tangible benefits in the future. Tang Wulin promptly put aside his reservations, nodded, and stepped forward to stand directly before the Asura God.
"Then sorry for the trouble, Senior. It would be disrespectful of me to refuse. If I truly can inherit your God Position in the future, as you said, I certainly won't disappoint you."
Tang Wulin made his own promise. He naturally yearned for the rank of Supreme God above God King. If he lacked even the will to strive higher, his journey to the Douluo Continent, to this world of fantasy, would have been in vain.
"Hahaha, good lad! In that case, let's begin!"
The Asura God threw back his head and laughed, then reached out and lightly tapped a finger.
As a dense surge of blood-red energy appeared, Tang Wulin could distinctly sense a faint connection forming between himself and something.
Clearly, this was Asura affinity.
Inheriting any God Position required the corresponding affinity, and what the Asura God was granting Tang Wulin now was precisely the affinity best suited to the Asura God Position.
As the Asura God continued increasing Tang Wulin's affinity with the Asura God Position, Tang Wulin could clearly feel it drawing him in, as though it were eagerly itching to become one with him.
Only his insufficient strength prevented him from fully refining it.
With the Asura God personally intervening, Tang Wulin's Asura affinity reached an astonishing level in almost no time.
Only after completing all this