The Descent of Two Gods

The twilight at Jialing Pass was shattered simultaneously by three beams of light.

The first golden light shot into the sky from the direction of the North Sea God Hall, its azure divine light dyeing half the sky a deep blue. The second golden light exploded above Jialing Pass, its blazing white Angel Holy Light pouring down from the clouds, illuminating the entire pass as if it were daytime.

The third ray of light was the slowest, but the heaviest.

Dark purple Rakshasa Divine Power shot into the sky from the center of the Spirit Hall camp. A jet-black pillar of light pierced the heavens and earth, enveloping everything on the plains outside the pass in Abyssal Aura.

The three gods appeared together.

Tang San stood at the highest point of the city wall, the Sea God Trident in his hand emitting a sea-blue divine light.

The trident mark between his brows lit up, and the Asura God pattern on his left arm emerged from beneath his skin. The dark red divine pattern and the sea-blue divine light intertwined on his body, forming an unstable halo.

The two divine cores were operating simultaneously, with two God Level powers repelling each other within his body. With each breath of operation, his meridians were torn apart and then repaired by the God Level power.

"They've arrived."

Tang San's voice was very soft, but everyone on the city wall could hear it clearly.

Nan Feng stood atop the West Gate, the tower suspended in front of him. The nine-story Bronze Tower rotated in the night.

The silvery-white Purification light of the eighth layer intertwines with the silvery-blue Samsara light of the seventh layer to form a stable halo. The black Return to the Void of the sixth layer lie dormant at the edge of the halo.

He sensed that Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Divine Power had solidified to its extreme within the dark purple pillar of light. The limit of a Level 99 Titled Douluo had been completely broken, and the Rakshasa God's divine position had been fully attained. She had become a god.

Qian Renxue emerged from the Angel Holy Light, her six wings unfurling behind her, each feather radiating a blazing white holy light. Her face was cold and stern, and the oppressive aura of her Angel Godhood emanated from her body, forcing all the Soul Master below the Soul Saint level on the city wall to their knees.

Her gaze swept across Jialing Pass, lingered on Tang San for a moment, and then locked onto Nan Feng.

Bibi Dong emerged from the dark purple pillar of light, her long black dress billowing in the Rakshasa Divine Power. The phantom of the Twin Spider Emperor wove a black-purple spider web behind her, covering hundreds of steps.

Her purple eyes swept across the city wall, past Tang San, past Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, and finally landed on Nan Feng.

A complex mix of emotions surged within that gaze, which ultimately coalesced into a cold, resolute expression.

"Tang San." Bibi Dong's voice came from beyond the pass, cold and sharp, "The repulsion between your dual divine powers as the Sea God and the Asura God is almost tearing you apart. You can't stop the two of us."

Tang San did not answer. He held the Sea God Trident horizontally in front of him, simultaneously channeling the azure divine light and the dark red Asura Power into the trident. Under the infusion of the two Divine Power, the trident emitted a piercing hum, and the Sea God runes and Asura God patterns on the trident lit up at the same time.

Qian Renxue raised her hand. All six wings unfolded simultaneously, Angel Holy Light surged from the wings, transforming into a blazing white blade of light that stretched for hundreds of steps, slashing towards the Jialing Pass.

Wherever the light blade passed, the air was burned into scorching white incandescence, and the ground outside the pass was plowed by the holy light into a ravine more than ten feet deep.

Tang San stepped forward to meet the attack. The Sea God Trident slashed upwards, and the azure divine light collided with the Angel Holy Light in the night sky.

The shockwaves from the two God Level powers shaved three feet off the ground of the plains outside the pass. Tuoba Lie's remnants of the Holy Dragon Legion retreated another twenty miles in the shockwaves.

But Qian Renxue was merely a hindrance.

Bibi Dong flanked from the side. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe flew from her palm, transforming into a jet-black blade of light that stretched for a hundred paces, slashing towards the west gate of Jialing Pass.

Lightblade's target was Nan Feng. More precisely, it was the Jialing Pass city wall behind Nan Feng.

The Nan Feng magnified the tower to a height of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters). The silvery-white, Purification light of the eighth floor formed a thick film of light on the surface of the tower.

The seventh layer of the Samsara Silver Blue condensed into a light shield covering a hundred paces at the base of the tower.

He sensed that the Divine Power contained within the dark blade of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was three times stronger than the one he had taken head-on from the city wall. After Bibi Dong became a god, the total Divine Power of the Rakshasa God was no longer comparable to what it had been before.

"The Tower – Suppress Mountains and Rivers!"

The Nan Feng blew the tower out. The nine-story Bronze Tower transformed into a shadow that stretched a hundred paces across the city wall in the air.

The Purification white light of the eighth layer intertwines with the Samsara silver-blue light of the seventh layer, forming a light net that covers the entire western city wall.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe's jet-black blade slashed at the light net.

The light network vibrated violently, and one-third of the first layer of Purification white light shattered, but the second layer of Samsara silver-blue light film held up.

The tower did not collapse.

Blood seeped from Nan Feng's seven orifices during the impact, and his meridians showed multiple cracks. However, the Purification Power of the eighth level of the tower, enhanced by the Silver Dragon Scale, was more than one level stronger than before.

He stopped.

"Xue Beng!"

The sound of the Nan Feng drifted from the city walls.

Xue Beng burst forth from the city tower, clutching the imperial sword of the Heaven Dou Empire.

He stood atop the highest point of the city wall, looking out at the endless army of the Spirit Hall beyond the pass, and at the God Level lights crisscrossing in the sky.

He took a deep breath and drew his sword, pointing it to the sky.

"Heaven Dou Warriors—Defend the City!"

Messengers rushed down from the city wall, and horns blared across Jialing Pass. The Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Legion ' Soul Tool Turret opened fire simultaneously.

A blue beam of Soul Power poured down from the city wall, creating ripples of Soul Power across the plains outside the pass.

The Soul Master of the Heaven Dou Empire surged onto the city wall from the inner city, injecting their Soul Power into the protective array. Dugu Yan's Poison-type Soul Master redeployed from the east wing, forming a green poisonous fog barrier covering a hundred paces on the east side of the city wall.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing emerged from either side of the city wall. The golden lightning of the Asura Jade Rabbit and the black afterimage of the Nether Shadow formed a moving defensive line in front of the city wall.

But the aftershocks of God Level battle were too powerful.

Tang San and Qian Renxue engaged in a fierce battle in the sky above the pass. Every collision between the Sea God Trident and the Angel Holy Sword created a God Level shockwave in the sky Jialing Pass.

Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Demon Scythe kept slashing at the city wall, each time blocked by Nan Feng's tower shadow. However, the silvery-white Purification light on the tower's surface was continuously being depleted.

The Soul Master on the city wall gradually succumbed to the God Level pressure. Soul Master below the Soul Saint could no longer stand, and Soul Douluo- level Soul Master knelt on one knee under the pressure, blood trickling from their mouths.

Nan Feng sensed that the Purification Power of the eighth floor of the tower had been reduced to 70% due to continuous depletion.

Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Divine Power is still rising. Her total Soul Power after becoming a god has almost no upper limit, and each strike of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe is stronger than the last.

The rejection between Tang San's two divine cores was becoming increasingly severe. The azure divine light and the dark red Asura Power flickered alternately on his body, each flicker causing his movements to freeze for a moment.

"Old Huai."

Nan Feng spoke in the Tower Spirit Space.

The Old Huai stood up from the immortal tree, its face, now solidified by the remnant soul, bearing a solemn expression.

"The Purification Power of your eighth layer of the tower can cover half of Jialing Pass, but it requires the full operation of the Mountain Suppression Art to support it. The Mountain Suppression Art uses the tower as a medium to suppress the battlefield, ensuring that the aftershocks of God Level battle do not harm mortals. However, your Soul Power is only Level 97. To maintain both the Tower Realm's coverage and the operation of the Mountain Suppression Art simultaneously, your meridians cannot withstand it for too long."

Nan Feng retracted the tower into his palm. He sensed that the liquid Immortal Power in his dantian had been continuously depleted, dropping to 60%.

There were many cracks in his meridians, which were healed by the Primordial World Power.

His Level 97 Soul Power surged through his meridians, and the eighth floor of the tower was completely pushed open, with the Primordial World Power perfectly merging with the tower's soul. He still had the ninth ring to obtain, but he didn't need it at this moment.

"That's enough," Nan Feng said.

He threw the tower out again. The nine-story Bronze Tower expanded to a height of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) in the air.

The silver-white Purification light of the eighth layer and the silver-blue Samsara light of the seventh layer simultaneously erupted to their limits.

The entire western city wall was bathed in a halo of light.

The Suppress Mountains and Rivers Tadizhen cascaded down, covering an area of about a hundred paces in front of the city gate.

Nan Feng placed his hands on the city wall, fully activating the Mountain Suppression Art. Golden Primordial World Power poured from his palms into the city wall, seeping along the bluestone bricks into the foundation, and then into the earth's spiritual veins beneath the city.

Under the influence of the Mountain Suppression Art, the Jialing Pass is connected to the earth's spiritual veins. The aftershocks of all God Level battles are channeled into the earth through the city walls and dispersed and absorbed by the earth's spiritual veins.

The Soul Master who had been kneeling on the city wall stood up. The God Level pressure was doubly isolated by the Tower Realm Light Membrane and the Mountain Suppression Art, reducing it to a level that Soul Douluo could withstand. Although Soul Master below the Soul Saint could not fight, at least they would not die from the pressure.

Bibi Dong's purple eyes fixed on the tower's shadow, and she unleashed the Rakshasa Demon Scythe with all her might. The pitch-black blade struck the tower's shadow, shattering half of the Purification white light on the eighth floor of the tower.

However, Nan Feng used his Mountain Suppression Art to disperse the impact and channel it into the earth's spiritual veins. The entire Jialing Pass only trembled slightly, and the city wall did not collapse.

"The aftershocks of God Level battle cannot harm mortals." Nan Feng's voice carried on the night wind, not loud, but every word clear, "You have become a god, but my tower still stands here."

Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Divine Power fluctuated violently for a moment. She did not attack again because Tang San's Sea God Trident had already pierced through her from the side, forcing her to retreat and defend.

The battle between the three gods continued Jialing Pass. The four God Level powers— the Sea God, the Asura God, the Angel God, and the Rakshasa God —intertwined and collided in the night sky, each beam of light capable of tearing the heavens apart.

But no matter how fierce the battle, Jialing Pass remained standing. The tower's shadow covered half the city, Mountain Suppression Art connected to the earth's spiritual veins, channeling all the God Level aftershocks underground.

Xue Beng stood atop the city wall, gazing at the intersecting God Level lights in the sky and the unmoving tower shadow on the wall, remaining silent for a long time. He drew his sword and pointed it at the remnants of the Spirit Hall army outside the pass.

"Heaven Dou Warriors—Defend the City!"

A deafening roar of response erupted from the city walls.