Tang Chen began looking forward to what came next.
Just wait, Qian Daoliu.
Once I complete the Asura God's Trial, you will know that I am the true god.
You spent your entire life with the Angel God's inheritance, yet in the end, you could only become a high priest, never a true deity.
The Shura God sensed the change in Tang Chen's heart and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
Did he really think becoming the Shura God would be so easy?
If he failed, he would ultimately become nothing more than a stepping stone for his great-grandson.
Whether he succeeded or not depended on Tang Chen himself.
He had a better candidate in mind, but if Tang Chen could succeed, that would naturally be even better.
The inheritance mark was completely branded into his soul. The Shura God withdrew his hand and said indifferently,
"Good luck. The nine Divine Trials are perilous at every step. Whether you can reach the end depends entirely on your own fate."
Before his words had faded, bloody mist surged around him. He shot upward through a spatial rift and vanished into the blood-colored space in an instant.
Only the ancient patterns on the ground gradually dimmed, while the room's murderous aura slowly dispersed.
Tang Chen took a deep breath and raised a hand to touch his forehead, where a diamond-shaped blood-red mark burned with vivid heat.
Vast Asura divine power surged through his meridians, driving even his own Soul Power steadily higher.
Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he did not linger. He leaped upward and, moments later, emerged from Hell Road and returned to Slaughter City.
Without wasting time, he found a secluded cave on the outskirts and waved a hand to set up a concealing formation.
After sitting cross-legged,