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

God Realm, Shura Temple.

Just as Tang San's heart was crushed, the Asura God, seated on his throne, had a violent tremor in his crimson eyes, but it quickly returned to a deathly calm. He slowly closed his eyes.

Did they give up? No, they made a choice that was more in line with their "interests".

He had already realized that as long as Tang San lived, Feng Yao, this huge "variable," would relentlessly pursue him like a leech, hunting him down at all costs. Continuing to invest resources in Tang San would only be a bottomless pit, and would continue to attract the attention of Feng Yao and even Rakshasa, seriously interfering with his core goal of maintaining the balance of the God Realm.

Tang San has become a "dead piece" that is destined to be irretrievably lost and will drag down the entire situation.

Since that's the case, perhaps... we should abandon the pawn.

Tang San's death temporarily quelled Feng Yao's anger and diverted his attention. At the same time, it also completely severed this "thread" that had already proven to be insufficiently strong.

When the Asura God opened his eyes again, they were filled with coldness and determination. The old pieces were useless; it was time to set up a new game.

His divine sense was like an invisible network, instantly connecting with many second- and third-level gods in the divine realm who possessed divine positions or were planning to leave the divine realm.

A grand divine decree resounded throughout the temples of these deities: "On behalf of the Divine Realm Committee, I hereby declare: From this moment forward, any deity intending to leave the Divine Realm may choose a destined being to descend to the Douluo Continent and subject them to a trial of divine succession! Ultimately, those who pass the trial and successfully inherit the divine position will ascend to the Divine Realm!"

This divine decree was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake! Under Shura's manipulation, the entire God Realm opened up more opportunities for divine succession to the Douluo Continent!

It is foreseeable that in the near future, more successors to the divine positions will emerge on the Douluo Continent! They may come from the Spirit Empire, the Star Luo Empire, various sects, or even rogue cultivators! They will engage in an even fiercer and more brutal struggle for those limited divine positions!

And this is precisely the new "balance" strategy of the Asura God—raising Gu!
By introducing more competitors, the attention of Feng Yao, Bibi Dong, and others will be diverted, while also injecting new, potentially more "obedient" blood into the God Realm. Ultimately, the victor who emerges from the fierce competition among countless geniuses will inevitably possess a temperament, strength, and foundation far superior to the "forced" Tang San, making him more in line with the needs of the God Realm.

As for how many "Gu worms" would die in the process, and what kind of dramatic changes would occur in the power structure of the continent, these were not within the scope of the Asura God's consideration. He only needed to maintain the stability of the number of gods in the divine realm, and... the "balance" of the divine realm's order.

Tang San's death was not the end of the struggle, but the beginning of a new era that was more chaotic, and also full of opportunities and dangers! The gates of the God Realm opened a crack to the people of Douluo Continent in such a cruel way.

The Asura God lightly tapped the armrest of his throne with his fingertips, his scarlet eyes swirling with cold calculation.

"Since you want fairness, then I'll give you fairness." A mocking smile played on his lips. "But which side of the scale are you prepared to abandon? I'm looking forward to seeing how you made that choice, just like when you were hunting down Tang San."

As the supreme God-King who governs the laws of the God Realm, he understands the truth behind this "fairness" better than anyone. Now, the fortunes of the Douluo Continent have all fallen to the Spirit Empire, and talents are emerging in abundance under Feng Yao and Bibi Dong's command. When those arrogant gods choose their successors, they will naturally favor those with outstanding talent—which is precisely what the Spirit Empire has in abundance.

But a dark glint flashed in the eyes of the Asura God. As one of the five rulers of the God Realm Council, he held the final say. Even if a mortal passed the divine test, if he disagreed, they would still be forbidden from ascending to immortality.

This seemingly fair game of inheritance had its own set of rules from the very beginning.

On the other side, in the Douluo Continent.

Feng Yao stared at Tang San's gradually cooling corpse. Instead of the satisfaction of avenging his great enemy, deep furrows appeared between his brows. His fingertips unconsciously traced the patterns on the Trident of the Sea God, his eyes surging with dark emotions.

“You’re worried.” Bibi Dong tucked the blood-stained soul bone into her sleeve, her purple eyes sweeping over his tense profile. “The Asura won’t give up?”

"By sacrificing Tang San as a pawn, he's in even greater danger." Feng Yao raised his eyes to the sky, as if trying to pierce through the clouds and look directly at the divine realm. "What we'll face next are likely even more unpredictable and difficult-to-defend methods."

Bibi Dong slowly walked to Feng Yao's side, the sharp purple light surrounding her gradually settling into a deep, tranquil aura. She gazed into the void, as if conversing with an invisible adversary: ​​"Sacrificing a pawn is merely a means to revitalize a larger situation." The majesty of a deity flowed naturally in her voice. "Shura's actions, seemingly a retreat, are in reality a way to draw your attention to an even more complex maze."

When she turned to Feng Yao, the sharp glint in her eyes transformed into a clear, penetrating understanding: "But this also proves—he has exhausted his tricks. If he weren't completely out of options, why would he so easily abandon the pieces he has painstakingly cultivated?"

Seeing Feng Yao still deep in thought, she suddenly smiled: "Remember when you said you wanted to 'make the divine position vacant'?" With a light flick of her jade fingers, the remaining Asura divine markings on Tang Sanshi's body vanished like morning dew. "Since you have this idea, there's no need to worry about the fog ahead. When you ascend to the divine realm, you will naturally see a more expansive world."

Feng Yao straightened his blood-stained robes and bowed solemnly to Bibi Dong. This bow was not only to thank her for killing Tang San earlier, but also to thank her for enlightening him amidst the fog of confusion. "Aunt Dong's guidance is something I will remember." He straightened up, his eyes now clear. "Then let's play this game of chess with him."

The moment their words fell, pure golden ripples suddenly spread across the heavens and earth. The clouds seemed to be cleaved by a holy sword, and countless phantoms of pure white wings fell from the radiant light, an aura of sacred majesty enveloping the surrounding land.

Feng Yao and Bibi Dong both looked towards the direction of Wuhun City. They knew that this was a celestial phenomenon signifying the complete completion of the Angel Godhood.

"Xiaoxue succeeded," Bibi Dong said softly. A complex light flashed in her eyes, which eventually settled into a relieved calm, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Feng Yao recalled Qian Daoliu's instructions during his sacrifice, and a worried expression appeared between his brows. Achieving godhood was certainly gratifying, but given Qian Renxue's stubborn nature, suddenly gaining such power and witnessing her grandfather's demise was a serious matter.
“I’m here.” Bibi Dong turned to look at the blood mist drifting through the ruins. “She needs you now.”

Feng Yao nodded slightly to Bibi Dong, his body swirling with blue light, transforming into a streak of light that pierced the sky and headed straight for Wuhun City.

In Wuhun City, the sacred aura above the Hall of Worship had not yet completely dissipated, and golden feathers of light continued to drift down. Feng Yao landed directly in the plaza in front of the hall and immediately spotted the golden figure standing before the temple gate. Qian Renxue was dressed in magnificent golden divine attire, the phantom of a six-winged angel faintly visible behind her, her body flowing with pure and powerful angelic divine power. With her back to Feng Yao, she gazed up at the enormous angel statue inside the hall, her back, bathed in the brilliant divine light, revealing a hint of loneliness.

As if sensing a familiar presence, she slowly turned around. The moment her gaze fell upon Feng Yao, her golden eyes, newly ascended to godhood and still bearing the majesty of a deity, were instantly overwhelmed by immense sorrow and vulnerability. She even forgot that she was now a noble god, like a lost child finally finding her only refuge. In a flash, leaving a trail of golden light, she threw herself into Feng Yao's arms, her arms tightly encircling his waist.

Burying her face deeply in his shoulder, feeling that comforting and familiar scent, Qian Renxue's tense mind finally relaxed. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and silent tears soaked Feng Yao's clothes. Even though she had become a god, the pain of losing her loved ones and the bewilderment after suddenly gaining great power still needed a haven to bear it.

Feng Yao was knocked back half a step by her, but without hesitation he pulled his arms back. He could clearly feel the body in his arms trembling slightly, its sacred wings unconsciously folding in, like a fledgling seeking protection.

"Grandpa..." Qian Renxue's voice came through the fabric, choked with tears, "Xiao Feng, I want to save Grandpa, but..."

Feng Yao's hand gently stroked her trembling back, the azure divine power flowing from his fingertips rising and falling gently like the tide. He didn't offer condolences, but simply gently planted the trident of the sea god on the ground, and a bright blue halo spread out like ripples, enveloping the two of them in a barrier that isolated them from the outside world.

"He passed away peacefully." Feng Yao's voice was like a sea breeze caressing a pearl oyster. "When you receive the final inheritance, Grandpa hopes you will succeed. I will always be with you, just like Grandpa."

Qian Renxue suddenly clutched the fabric of his robes, the golden patterns on his divine attire flickering erratically. The unspoken longing she dared not utter when she was lurking in the Heavenly Battle realm, and the bewilderment she felt now, having become a god with no one to confide in, all melted into the falling golden light. She bit her lip to stifle a sob, but could not stop the scattering of light feathers around her from withering away.

Qian Renxue gently withdrew from Feng Yao's embrace, her fingertips still lingering on the hem of his azure robe. She tilted her head back, her golden eyes gleaming with divine light: "Your Nine Trials of the Sea God... which trial are you on? Also, I sense her aura on you, what happened during this time?"

Feng Yao led her to the steps before the temple and sat down. The trident of Poseidon leaned against him, gleaming with a warm blue light in the moonlight. He gathered his thoughts and began to recount his experiences since their separation:

"Of the nine trials of the Sea God, I have completed the first seven." He spoke calmly, as if it were an ordinary matter. "The seventh trial was to pull out the Sea God's trident, and I succeeded. The eighth trial is to kill the Deep Sea Demon Whale King and complete my final soul bone."

Qian Renxue's eyes widened slightly. She knew how terrifying the Deep Sea Demon Whale King was, and she understood what it meant to collect all six soul bones.

Feng Yao continued, his tone growing increasingly solemn: "As for the traces of Rakshasa's divine power... I went to the City of Slaughter, awakened Senior Tang Chen who was being parasitized by the Nine-Headed Bat King, and at his dying request, took him back to Seagod Island to see Senior Poseidon one last time."

When Tang Chen and Poseidon were mentioned, a complicated look flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes. She had heard about the past of these two elders.

“And most importantly,” Feng Yao looked at Qian Renxue, his gaze sharpening, “was the fact that after I returned to the mainland, I began to hunt down Tang San with all my might.”

"Chasing after Tang San?" Qian Renxue exclaimed in surprise. "Why?"

"Because the Sea God once issued a divine decree, warning me that if I returned to the mainland at this time, I would be in danger of perishing," Feng Yao said in a deep voice. "The only thing that can threaten a level 99 Limit Douluo is god-level power. I deduced that the greatest source of this threat is Tang San, who may inherit the godhood. Later, I discovered that he was chosen by the Asura God to be a sharp blade used to eliminate 'variables' and maintain the so-called 'balance' of the God Realm."

He recounted in detail how he joined forces with Bibi Dong, how they used the Rakshasa Gem to find Tang San time and time again, and finally, in the Spirit Empire's military camp, how he and Bibi Dong forced Tang San into a desperate situation.

"Just recently, within Aunt Dong's Rakshasa Domain, we joined forces... and completely ended Tang San's life." Feng Yao revealed the final outcome.

Qian Renxue unconsciously stroked the hilt of the Angelic Holy Sword with her fingertips, the golden patterns on the divine armor flickering with her breath. Tang San's death did not stir any waves in her heart, but the truth of "balance in the divine realm" revealed by Feng Yao made the holy light around her suddenly tremble.

She suddenly recalled those illusions in the divine trials that she had once considered "futile choices"—the trials of being torn between the suffering of the people and the attainment of divine status, and the difficult balance between upholding the rules and breaking the shackles.

“So all of that…” Her throat tightened, and the holy sword rang out in her palm with a clear, melodious sound, “was all a warning from my ancestors.”

“But…” Feng Yao’s tone shifted, his brows furrowing slightly, “Tang San’s death does not mean the end. It just means that the God of Asura has given up on Tang San as a pawn.”

He clearly told Qian Renxue his analysis of the Asura God's intentions and the possible chaotic situation that might occur on the continent in the future.

Qian Renxue listened quietly, her golden eyes gleaming. From initial shock to later understanding, her expression finally settled into a cold, resolute determination. She reached out and gently grasped Feng Yao's hand, the warm, sacred power of an angel quietly merging with the vast, all-encompassing power of the ocean.

“I understand,” she said softly, her tone carrying the majesty and decisiveness of a deity. “Since the Asura God desires a battle for divine power, then we will accompany him to the end. Whatever lies ahead, this time, we will face it together.”

The two sat before the temple, the rising sun gilding their edges. Qian Renxue leaned gently on his shoulder, her six wings blooming like snow lotuses in the morning light.

In the soft morning light, she suddenly looked up, her long eyelashes like tiny dewdrops: "Take me with you. Let me accompany you through your eighth test."

Feng Yao lowered his eyes upon hearing this, and only now did he truly see the change in her divine armor—the originally pure golden armor now flowed with strands of azure patterns like ocean waves, resembling a shallow bay illuminated by the morning sun. It was an eternal mark left on the divine level after the deep fusion of the sea god's divine power and the angel's essence.

A gentle ripple of tenderness appeared in his eyes as his fingertips lightly touched the blue-gold shimmering on her battle dress. He smiled and replied, "Okay."

The two slowly rose, and two magnificent beams of divine light left Martial Soul City, streaking across the sky and heading straight for the vast, boundless sea. The golden light was holy, the blue light profound; it was Qian Renxue, who had become an Angel God, and Feng Yao, who was about to complete the Sea God's inheritance. (End of Chapter)