Douluo: When the piano sounds, the hidden weapon returns to the factory

The depths of the Starry Sky Forest have been transformed into a bloody inferno.

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was surrounded by a violent killing intent that almost solidified. The Blue Silver Grass vines, which were dancing wildly and frenzied with blood, were now covered with a layer of crimson color under the watering of blood. They were no longer a symbol of life, but had transformed into tentacles that plundered life, dragging, strangling, and devouring powerful ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts.

The Clear Sky Hammer hovered before him, its once dark body now radiating a chilling black light. Three deep, abyss-like black spirit rings had appeared on it—formed from the life-long cultivation of three powerful, overlord-type spirit beasts with over 50,000 years of cultivation. Each spirit ring added to the Clear Sky Hammer's aura, making it even heavier and more violent, and deepening the bloodlust in Tang San's eyes.

He seemed tireless and insatiable, frantically searching for his next prey, trying to fill the huge void and pain in his heart left by Xiao Wu's sacrifice with more killing and power.

Just as he had blasted the fourth, over 50,000-year-old, earth-shattering bull to dust, and before his immense soul power had fully merged into the Clear Sky Hammer, and just as the fourth jet-black soul ring was about to take shape—

A sudden change occurred!

The intense, overwhelming aura of killing intent that permeated his body seemed to have finally reached a critical point. It was no longer an intangible aura, but suddenly collapsed and condensed inward!
A killing intent far more ancient, purer, and more terrifying than Tang Tian's innate killing god domain suddenly erupted and awakened from the depths of his soul!
"Om-!"

Space seemed to freeze. Time itself seemed to stand still.

A phantom, its form indescribable, seemingly formed from the purest rules of slaughter, silently appeared behind Tang San. It wasn't humanoid, but rather a distorted light, a manifestation of a cold rule. The aura it emitted wasn't fluctuations of soul power, but a supreme divine might that instantly caused all living beings in the core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest, including those hundred-thousand-year-old soul beasts, to cower and tremble in fear!

Just as the fourth spirit ring was about to take shape and the killing intent reached its peak, Tang San's consciousness seemed to be dragged into an endless, dark red realm. The surroundings were no longer the Star Dou Great Forest, but a void space composed of the purest killing intent.

A cold, ancient, and utterly emotionless voice resounded directly in the deepest recesses of his soul:

"It's been so long... I haven't seen such pure killing intent..."

The sound seemed to be formed from the wails of billions of dead souls, yet it transcended them, carrying a supreme indifference that judged all things and ended everything.

Tang San suddenly "raised his head," but could not see any physical form. He only felt an indescribable, great will enveloping him. Before this will, he was as insignificant as dust. His God of Slaughter Domain humbly prostrated itself before this will, even trembling with joy.

“Resentment…pain…despair…what sweet nourishment.” The voice continued to echo, as if savoring the darkness in Tang San’s heart. “You crave power, don’t you? You crave to tear apart all the obstacles in your path, you crave to make the world pay the price for your lost love.”

Every word was like the sharpest dagger, precisely piercing the deepest wound in Tang San's heart, tearing it open even wider, and letting the darkness within surge forth.

"The hammer in your hand was born to destroy. Your heart, too, is headed for destruction. Why resist?" A faint, alluring ripple appeared in his voice. "Killing is not a sin, but... art, the law, the ultimate answer to purifying the world!"

The crimson space began to surge, coalescing into a blurry, yet terrifying, phantom that could make even gods tremble. It stared at Tang San, its "gaze" seemingly able to pierce through the past and future.

"Rakshasa? Asura?" The voice carried a hint of disdain and mockery. "Their path is filled with tedious scheming and twisted desires. True slaughter should be like the movement of the stars, cold, absolute, and impartial."

"Mortal," the voice grew incredibly grand, filled with undeniable majesty, "you are well-qualified... to inherit my will. To become my representative on earth, wielding this ultimate authority. All that you have lost is irretrievable. But you will gain... the power to strip away all things. To make all living beings tremble before you, and to make the divine realm... take notice."

“Accept this gift. Let your hammer become a sacred instrument for judging life and death. Let your name become a symbol of slaughter itself…”

Endless visions of carnage flooded Tang San's mind: stars collapsing, divine kingdoms falling, countless powerful beings turning into nothingness under absolute power... At the same time, an irresistible sense of power, as if he could control the universe and judge all living beings with a wave of his hand, madly tempted him to fall into depravity.

Is it better to wallow in despair and be powerless to change the situation, or to embrace the supreme divine power that is readily available and capable of revenge and destruction?
"Tell me your choice..."

Hypnos's divine sense, like the most cunning demon, precisely exploited Tang San's greatest weakness at that moment, using the supreme God of Slaughter's position as bait to lure him completely into the embrace of darkness.

Tang San's consciousness struggled violently amidst endless blood-red illusions and overwhelming temptations of power. Xiao Wu's desperate yet tender gaze during her sacrifice was the last ray of light and anchor in his heart, but now, that ray of light was being frantically devoured by boundless darkness and killing intent.

Hypnos's words were like the deadliest venom, precisely seeping into every crevice of his soul. Revenge? Power? The control of life and death? To make all beings tremble?
These words echoed wildly in his turbulent mind, creating a terrifying resonance with his most primal violence and pain.

He lost so much, and suffered so deeply. How unfair this world has been to him!
Why Xiao Wu? Why him? The Spirit Hall!

Since the rules are so cruel, then... destroy the rules!

Since all living beings can betray him, then... kill all living beings!
That ray of light was finally completely extinguished.

Tang San suddenly raised his head, and even though he was in the consciousness space, his movements were filled with resolute madness. The last trace of human pain in his eyes was completely extinguished, turning into two cold, blood-red beams of light, radiating only absolute killing intent.

"I...accept!"

His voice was hoarse and dry, yet it carried a resolute determination to sever all ties with the past and embrace a destructive future.

"it is good."

Hypnos's cold, ancient voice seemed to ripple with satisfaction, as if a craftsman had finally found the perfect vessel to hold his work.

Without any earth-shattering ceremony, that wisp of supreme divine thought spun slightly, transforming into a dark blood light that was condensed to the extreme and seemed to be composed of countless tiny killing runes, instantly penetrating the core of Tang San's consciousness!

"Ughh ...

The fourth spirit ring, which was about to take shape, completely solidified. Its color was no longer pure black, but turned into a darker, more profound "dark blood" color that seemed to absorb all light. On the spirit ring, countless extremely fine killing runes could be vaguely seen flashing by!
boom--! ! !
His aura surged wildly, instantly breaking through the level 80 bottleneck, and it continued to rise! A terrifying aura far exceeding the level of a Soul Douluo suddenly erupted from him, instantly pulverizing all the vegetation and gravel within a hundred meters! The ground beneath his feet cracked and collapsed layer by layer.

The Clear Sky Hammer flew back into his hand automatically. The hammer was still black, but the moment he held it, Tang San felt an unprecedented "fit." This hammer seemed to have become an extension of his limbs, no, it had become an extension of his killing intent itself! On the hammerhead, amidst the flowing black light, the dark blood-red spirit ring slowly rotated, emitting a chilling aura that could freeze one's soul.

He slowly gripped the hammer handle, feeling the new power surging and roaring within him, as if it could easily tear apart space, and the cold, ruthless, yet supreme killing law imprint in his soul.

He lost a lot, but he gained... something more "real".

Tang San (or rather, the being deeply corrupted by the divine sense of Hypnos at this moment) slowly raised his head, his dark red eyes sweeping across a desolate forest, a cold and sinister smile curving his lips.

The hunt has only just begun.

He needs more and stronger spirit rings to fully solidify this gift from the "God of Slaughter" and make the Clear Sky Hammer a true killing hammer.

The core area of ​​the Star Forest, the Lake of Life.

Deep within the lakeside, in a different dimension, a towering figure, as imposing as a mountain, with claws gleaming with a dark golden luster, suddenly appeared—it was none other than the King of Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bears, the Bear Lord! Its ferocious bear eyes were fixed on a direction where a bloody killing intent soared into the sky, along with an aura that it utterly loathed.

"I'll go and crush him!" Xiong Jun said in a deep voice. It could sense that the one who was frantically slaughtering soul beasts was challenging the bottom line of the Star Dou Great Forest and their dignity as soul beasts! In particular, the murderous intent contained in that aura made it instinctively furious.

The dark golden giant claw rose up, about to tear through space and instantly descend upon the place where the human was, tearing it to pieces!

However, just as its sharp claws were about to strike—"Stop, Mr. Bear."

A deep, majestic voice, seemingly containing the will of the entire forest, resounded from the deepest part of the Lake of Life. The voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible sense of absolute command.

Xiong Jun's movements faltered, and it growled unwillingly, "Di Tian! Don't you feel it? That damned human is slaughtering our people! He is desecrating this forest!"

Di Tian's golden eyes were calm and undisturbed, seemingly able to pierce through endless space, landing directly on Tang San in the distance. His gaze lingered for a moment, especially on Tang San's dark blood-red spirit ring and the cold, ancient killing mark deep within his soul.

“I sensed it.” Di Tian spoke slowly, his voice still calm, yet carrying a subtle hint of solemnity. “He possesses the aura of a god…”

"So what?!" Xiong Jun roared, "Just because he has the aura of some damn god, does that mean we should let him slaughter everyone? Even if he is a chosen one, he will pay the price!"

Di Tian slowly shook his head, his gaze deep: "Rashly killing someone chosen by such ancient divine power, especially the inheritor of the God of Slaughter, may bring unforeseen consequences. Although that wisp of divine thought is weak, the existence behind it may be far beyond our imagination."

He paused, his voice lowering: "Moreover, our lord is still asleep. Any action that could cause a violent conflict with the divine realm must be taken with caution. Our mission is to protect our lord and wait for her to awaken and return, not to fight to the death with a mortal who may be a pawn of the gods and expose everything prematurely."

The bear slammed its claws into the ground, tearing open a huge chasm. It was clearly extremely dissatisfied, but the majesty of the Emperor and its respect for its "master" forced it to suppress its anger.

Di Tian turned his gaze into the distance again, his golden dragon eyes flashing with complex light: "Keep an eye on him. As long as he doesn't touch the Lake of Life or threaten the existence of the core area, for now... we'll observe the situation. A human chosen by such dangerous divine power, his very existence might stir up quite a storm in the God Realm."

"This may not be a bad thing for us."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Jun finally let out a deep, thunderous roar, which could be considered a concession, but his murderous gaze remained fixed on Tang San's direction in the distance.

The Lake of Life returned to its calm, as if nothing had happened. But the two kings of the Star Dou Great Forest had reached a consensus: to temporarily tolerate this human carrying the ancient killing intent and allow him to complete his "baptism" in this forest.

Meanwhile, Tang San, far away, was completely unaware of all this. He was simply immersed in a frenzied surge of power and slaughter, guided and empowered by the divine sense of Hypnos.

Deep within the Papal Palace, in a dark, secret chamber.

Bibi Dong sat cross-legged, her body enveloped in a surge of purplish-black Rakshasa divine power that condensed into countless twisted, wailing phantoms of evil thoughts, making her appear like a goddess who wielded resentment and slaughter. She was attempting to communicate more deeply with the Rakshasa divine position, refining the endless, poisonous energy of resentment.

Suddenly—the Rakshasa divine power circulating smoothly around her body abruptly stopped, as if disturbed by some extremely repulsive yet subtly similar aura, becoming restless and uneasy.

Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of surprise and extreme cold flashing in her eerie purple pupils. She was not angry, but instead slightly furrowed her brows.

"This aura... God... another... God of Slaughter?" For the first time, a truly solemn expression appeared on Bibi Dong's exquisite face.

"Not the Rakshasa I inherited... the divinity of slaughter..." Although she was unfamiliar with the aura of this strange divine thought, she couldn't possibly be mistaken. Rakshasa are a combination of evil thoughts and slaughter, filled with negative emotions. But the divine thought she sensed was pure slaughter. And this one was a more primal, more chaotic will, seemingly the very source of slaughter itself!

...(End of chapter)