Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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The Shura God spoke calmly, "Darkness, you should understand that no matter how excellent our successor is, no matter how extraordinary they are in the lower realms, once they inherit our divine position, it's nearly impossible for them to surpass us in power."

The Dark God sat down on a chair in the Shura God Palace. "Of course. Apart from choosing successors with similar attributes, the vast majority of gods select their successors because they believe they can pass the divine trial, without considering the attributes at all."

"The limit of a divine position is already set, but the insights within it were passed down from the previous generation of gods. How could those successors ever surpass us?"

The relationship between the first and second generations of gods, who rely entirely on the inheritance of the previous generation, is like this: the divine position is given to you, the divine techniques are given to you, and the divine power is still given to you. With the same level, you're trying to fight me using the things I taught you. Are you sure you're not joking?

The gap between them is like this: two individuals starting at the same point, both reaching the same end, yet one becomes a level 100 powerhouse through the divine trial, while the other reaches the same level through their own experiences and insights. It's clear who is stronger without any doubt.

"Qian Renhan only has the Fallen Angel Martial Soul, right? I plan to give him a divine gift—my Shura Demon Sword. I'm accustomed to using a two-meter-long greatsword, but he can choose the length of his own Shura Demon Sword. This way, he'll be able to use his own Shura Demon Sword and sword intent to slaughter and grow. Whether or not he can surpass me in the future will depend on whether his sword intent can surpass mine."

"And the future Shura God position will be fused into the divine gift martial soul. Your primary god position, Dark God, remains unchanged. Does this work for you?" The Shura God looked calmly at the Dark God.

The Dark God chuckled. "Shura, you're fusing your god position into your divine gift martial soul. Doesn't that turn your Shura godhood into a tool? Are you willing to do that?"

"Darkness, have you gotten too cocky? Do you really think your Dark God position can compare to my Shura God position? Qian Renhan likes to use a sword. After becoming a god, even at level eight, he'll still wield the Shura Demon Sword. Your Dark God position doesn't even have the qualification to compete," Shura God waved his hand at the Dark God dismissively, a look of disdain on his face.

The Dark God, enraged by Shura's attitude, snapped, "Shura, you…!"

"Enough. If there's nothing else, leave. Once Qian Renhan passes my Nine Trials of Shura, completing your Dark Nine Trials will be a piece of cake."

With a push of his hand, Shura God sent the Dark God out of the Shura God Palace. The doors closed behind him. The Dark God, fuming, threw his sleeve aside and headed toward the Seven Elements God's residence. He had some things to discuss with his six companions, intending to put on quite a show.

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*On the Lower Realm, at the Shura God Palace.*

Qian Renhan slowly opened his eyes. Looking around at the blood-red, lavish palace, he murmured, "Where is this? I remember being sucked in. Is this some god's inheritance palace?"

Turning around, he saw not far away, embedded into the ground, a two-meter-long blood-red greatsword emanating an overwhelming killing aura.

"This is…"

Ding dong! A mechanical voice suddenly echoed in Qian Renhan's mind, "Shura's Nine Trials, Tester: Qian Renhan. First Trial: Completed Hell Road and obtained the Killing God Domain. Reward: 5% affinity with Shura."

"Second Trial: Earn the recognition of the Shura Demon Sword."

"Shura's Nine Trials." Qian Renhan froze. He realized he had been forcefully involved in the trials by the Shura God.

After a moment of hesitation, Qian Renhan began to walk toward the Shura Demon Sword. The Shura God wasn't bad. The mainland's faith was for the Angel God, and the ocean's faith was for the Sea God. However, it was clear that if he wanted to ascend to godhood with his own faith, both his old master and father would be the first to oppose him. Besides, the things he wanted to achieve at the Martial Soul Hall could only be realized under the Angel God's faith. Given this, it seemed his only option was to follow the path of inheritance.

"The Shura Demon Sword… it's a bit too large," Qian Renhan remarked, examining the sword, which was as tall as he was and as thick as his thigh. He frowned slightly. The sword's size wasn't suited to his preference, as he was accustomed to using a three-foot, wrist-thick longsword. The Shura Demon Sword's size seemed inappropriate for him.

Qian Renhan gripped the Shura Demon Sword and tugged with all his strength, but the sword remained immovable. He closed his eyes and began to sense deeply. The Shura Demon Sword was a super artifact, its weight unknown, and it was impossible to remove it by brute force. To wield it, he had to earn its recognition.

Soon, the sword slightly trembled, and Qian Renhan's mind was pulled into another realm. The sky in this place was blood-red, and even the clouds were a dark crimson. Beneath his feet stretched an endless black earth, scattered with countless bones. These bones were not just human; there were also bones of massive beasts, their numbers unfathomable.

Ahead, in a small mound made of these bones, stood the Shura Demon Sword, embedded in the pile of skeletal remains.

Qian Renhan couldn't help but murmur, "What kind of massacre took place here?"

The scene shifted again. Now, Qian Renhan found himself standing in a vast, sunlit grassland. The serene beauty of the place should have been uplifting, but soon, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by the sounds of screams.

In the seemingly endless grassland, countless crowds of people and ferocious beasts suddenly appeared, clashing without warning. Their battle cries shook the heavens, limbs flew, and blood spilled, gathering into a river. The intensity of the slaughter was far greater than anything Qian Renhan had seen in the Killing City.

Gradually, Qian Renhan noticed a towering figure among the chaos—a person with short purple hair, like steel needles, wearing black armor and wielding a two-meter-long greatsword. His face was indistinct, but wherever he passed, countless corpses flew through the air and beasts collapsed.

After what seemed like an eternity of fighting, the black armor turned blood-red, and the earth itself was dyed black with blood. The massive sword was also stained crimson, and it bore a striking resemblance to the Shura Demon Sword.

Qian Renhan's eyes widened as he finally realized. "You are…"

His pupils shrank as he fully understood. The person before him was the Shura God before he ascended to divinity.

When the last body fell, an incredibly terrifying aura exploded from the figure, sending a blood-red energy shooting into the sky and shattering space itself. Behind him, six massive arms, like molten rock, emerged. The blood-red sword emitted a lethal killing intent.

"Shura, the way of the kill, to attain godhood through slaughter!"

Qian Renhan's understanding crystallized. He opened his eyes, and his own killing sword intent exploded outward. He gathered his strength, and slowly, the Shura Demon Sword began to rise. Once the sword was fully removed from the ground, it transformed into a red beam of light and fused into his body.

A mechanical voice echoed in his mind once more: "Shura's Second Trial, the recognition of the Shura Demon Sword completed. Reward: Second Martial Soul, Shura Demon Sword. Shura God position affinity increased by 10%."

(End of Chapter)