Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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In a grand palace somewhere within the Divine Realm, a towering figure clad in blood-red armor suddenly opened his eyes. Initially filled with surprise, his gaze quickly shifted to anger. Seated upon a massive blood-colored skull throne, he muttered irritably, "Who dares cause trouble in my inheritance domain?"

At the end of the Hell Road, Qian Renhan remained seated cross-legged above the River of Blood, frantically absorbing all the resources and energy within the Hell Road that could aid the Fallen Angel Martial Soul.

At this moment, an enormous head formed from the energy within the Hell Road. The head had purple hair, and its face was covered in demonic patterns. The eyes were filled with an evil charm, yet also radiated an overwhelming aura of dominance. This was the head of the God of Shura.

The blood-red eyes of the God of Shura, peering through his domain, focused on Qian Renhan, who was deep in cultivation. He said, "So it's you, little one. You are actually the successor of the Dark God, with the Ten-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul and three extreme attributes at the level of quasi-God Kings. That Dark God truly found a gifted successor. If he were to inherit the position of a first-level god, this little one might be able to compete with a God King."

With three extreme quasi-God King attributes, if Qian Renhan were to inherit the first-level godhood, and manage to unleash all his potential, it would be equivalent to wielding the power of three top-tier first-level gods. He would be capable of battling a God King, though defeating one would still be impossible.

"As the law enforcer of the Divine Realm, I'll give the Seven Elements God some face and allow this little guy to absorb what he needs... wait, what?!"

Just as the God of Shura was about to leave, he suddenly sensed an energy he was all too familiar with coming from Qian Renhan. After scrutinizing him, a look of surprise appeared on his face. "The third level of Sword Intent, and it's the same as mine—killing Sword Intent. This little one is fully capable of inheriting my legacy. He's on an entirely different level compared to that Tang Chen!"

"And this mindset—The Path of Ruthlessness? I like it. A true Shura should walk alone; women only slow the speed of his sword strikes."

Tang Chen wielded a hammer, while Qian Renhan used a sword. Both their Sword Intents were related to killing, and both had no interest in women. It was obvious who was the better candidate.

At this moment, the God of Shura found himself at a crossroads, with two opposing thoughts battling in his mind.

Thought A: "The successor of the God of Shura is here."

Thought B: "But Qian Renhan is the successor of the Dark God. As the law enforcer of the Divine Realm, how can I steal his successor?"

Thought A: "Once the divine position is passed on, you can live carefree. Why wait?"

Thought B: "I represent the dignity of the Divine Realm. I cannot act shamelessly."

Thought A: "What's so shameless about stealing a successor? You just want to make the Dark God's successor share his inheritance. Besides, if he's passing the first trial of the Shura God, the Dark God's trial hasn't even begun yet. If we're talking about who started first, it's really the Dark God who is stealing from you."

"Right!" The God of Shura suddenly realized. Qian Renhan was undergoing his divine trial, while the Dark God's trial had yet to begin. If anything, it was the Dark God who had come to poach from him.

Having understood everything, the God of Shura burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Dark God, this successor is mine! I didn't steal from you—pah! As the law enforcer of the Divine Realm, I'll split the successor's inheritance with you. You should be grateful!"

In the Hell Road, it was unclear how much time had passed, but finally, the red-black fusion of Qian Renhan's domain reached a perfect balance. The darkness had fully evolved into the Dark God of Killing's domain, becoming incredibly fearsome.

The Dark God of Killing's domain combined the Dark Domain's ability to devour soul power and convert it into his own. It also allowed him to control the souls of martial artists within a small range, slaughtering them at will. The Killing God Domain itself exuded a powerful aura that weakened the opponent's battle power by ten percent while boosting his own battle power by the same amount. Once successfully completed, the Dark God of Killing's domain was undoubtedly the strongest domain in the world, without exception.

After Qian Renhan's fierce absorption, the temperature of the Hell Road dropped significantly. The water level of the blood-red river also decreased, and the air became much fresher.

Qian Renhan released his domain and looked toward the light ahead, sighing, "Two years of training. The City of Slaughter has truly provided me with many great treasures. It's time to head back."

Just then, the blood-red river beneath his feet suddenly began to boil. The water level surged dramatically, and a blood-red palace emerged from the river. The palace, rising only about two hundred meters above the water, filled the cave that was the Hell Road. It was unclear how much of the palace remained submerged in the blood river.

In the center of the grand hall, there stood a statue.

It was an imposing figure clad in blood-red armor, holding a blood-colored greatsword almost as long as his body.

Qian Renhan, taken aback by the palace that blocked his path, stared at it for a moment.

Suddenly, the gates of the blood-red palace opened on their own. Inside was a blood-colored abyss, and Qian Renhan's spiritual power couldn't penetrate it.

An overwhelming force erupted from the palace, and before Qian Renhan could react, he was sucked into it. The palace then sank back into the blood river, disappearing from sight.

As he was pulled in, the Fallen Angel Mark on his forehead transformed into a black sword-shaped symbol, resembling a blood-colored sword turned black.

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*The Divine Realm.*

"Shura, get out here right now!" The Dark God stormed angrily toward the Shura God's residence.

The gates of the Shura God Palace opened, and the Shura God, seated calmly in a chair, feigned surprise. "Oh, Dark, what brings you here? Such an unexpected visitor! Would you like some tea?"

The Dark God's face was dark with fury, almost as if water could drip from it. He coldly said, "I'm asking you, Shura. Do you still have any shame? How dare you capture my successor and trap him in your inheritance palace on the lower realm? What do you think you're doing? Stealing my successor? Qian Renhan is the one I marked first!"

The Dark God was furious. He had originally planned to descend with the divine trial once Qian Renhan reached level 70. However, Qian Renhan had gone to the City of Slaughter for training. Seeing it as the Shura God's domain, he had decided to wait for Qian Renhan to return and then conduct the divine trial. But now, Shura had stolen him away.

"Well, Qian Renhan first completed my divine trial," Shura God replied with a slight edge to his voice.

The Dark God was livid, cursing, "Bullshit! According to Article 10 of the Divine Realm Inheritance Regulations, the god who marks the successor first is the rightful owner. You, as the law enforcer of the Divine Realm, don't even know the laws? Shura, how can you be so shameless?"

"Uh—" Shura had not expected the Dark God to be so familiar with the Divine Realm regulations. He stopped pretending to be confused and admitted, "Your successor is too similar to mine. I couldn't let him go, so I decided to take half of him."

The Dark God's anger subsided a little as he questioned, "Shura, it's common knowledge that a body can only carry one godhood. How can you possibly take half of mine?"

Shura slammed his chair and declared confidently, "It's entirely possible, because I'm not raising Qian Renhan as a successor. I'm raising him as my own successor."

At those words, the Dark God finally understood Shura's intentions. Looking at the unconscious figure in the Shura God Palace in the lower realm, with the two-meter-long Super Divine Weapon, the Shura Demon Sword embedded beside him, he calmly asked, "Shura, you mean—"

(End of Chapter)