Douluo:Starting from the Young Master of Clear Sky Sect

The originally black Ghost Tower suddenly turned crimson as a bloody light shot into the sky, piercing through the dome of the earth and even penetrating the space where Ghost City was located.

The bloody radiance soared so high that even the distant Slaughter City was illuminated. It took quite some time before the towering light finally faded.

"What is this?" Everyone in Slaughter City was visibly shaken by this spectacle. Without a doubt, an anomaly had occurred in the deepest eastern reaches of Slaughter City!

"Could it be... some treasure left behind by the legendary hundredth-level powerhouse is about to emerge?" murmured one Soul Master who had heard rumors that Slaughter City was left behind by a deity-level expert.

Soul Masters came to Slaughter City for three reasons: some were fleeing persecution, others like Tang Hao sought the God of Slaughter Domain, while the rest entered through legitimate means.

Now, with this sudden bloody light shooting into the sky, it seemed to once again validate the rumors of treasures left by the hundredth-level powerhouse.

Terror Knight Scott, who was on patrol, naturally witnessed this scene as well. His pupils trembled in shock as he exclaimed, "That kid—it must be that kid from seven days ago! Damn, causing such a huge commotion—there's no way the Slaughter King wouldn't notice!"

The black-armored soldiers behind Scott looked up at the sky, where the entire world now seemed shrouded by a vast red net, its edges impossible to discern.

Though they all knew this world was vast, extending far beyond Slaughter City, such an anomaly was unprecedented.

Meanwhile, hidden deep within Slaughter City stood a palace, surrounded by scorching magma as if it existed underground.

Before the grand palace sat rows of black-armored soldiers—undoubtedly, these were the Law Enforcers of Slaughter City. Each of them sat cross-legged in deep slumber, their weapons resting on their knees, backs straight as they meditated.

Of course, they weren't truly asleep—they were cultivating their Soul Power. These Law Enforcers had all pledged allegiance to the Slaughter King, becoming permanent residents of Slaughter City.

At the very heart of the palace, atop a throne, sat a towering figure. The dim candlelight within the palace cast only faint illumination, leaving his features obscured in darkness. Only the outline of his dark-red armor was visible, with a massive Demon Sword planted beside him.

Without question, the only one who could sit upon that throne was the Slaughter King himself.

"Hmm?"

The Slaughter King, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. His piercing gaze seemed capable of penetrating space itself as he looked eastward—toward Ghost City.

"This... this is—an anomaly in Ghost City!" one of the figures beneath the throne exclaimed in shock. For thousands of years, Ghost City had never experienced such a change.

"Could they have broken free from the seal?!"

"Could this be related to the Seventh God of Slaughter?!" At the mention of that God of Slaughter, the voice of one female Soul Master in armor trembled slightly.

"In this world, if there is anything that can truly threaten Slaughter City, it is definitely not the Spirit Hall, but the God of Slaughter. Those who have passed the Road to Hell can still use their Soul Skills within the bounds of Slaughter City."

Buzz!! At that moment, the enormous Demon Sword beside the Slaughter King suddenly emitted a piercing hum. Waves of killing intent surged from the blade, and a fierce battle aura erupted from it.

Sensing the battle intent of this ancient divine weapon, the Slaughter King immediately understood. Only one being could provoke the battle intent of the Asura God's personal sword—the Asura God's greatest rival in life, the Rakshasa God.

"Someone has initiated the Rakshasa God Trial," the Slaughter King murmured, his eyes flashing with an unusual glint as he slowly rose from his throne and grasped the hilt of the Demon Sword, pulling it free.

Seeing the Slaughter King draw his sword, everyone present—including the black-armored warriors sleeping and cultivating outside the palace—simultaneously opened their eyes. They awoke from their slumber, rising to their feet and kneeling on one knee. Even among them were Titled Douluo, but in Slaughter City, the Slaughter King was absolute. He was the king of all!

With a thunderous boom, the Slaughter King, gripping the massive Demon Sword, stomped the ground fiercely, his figure shooting like a cannonball toward the direction of the red light.

Watching the Slaughter King charge ahead, all the Law Enforcers swiftly followed, racing toward Ghost City.

Meanwhile, the instigator of all this, Tang San, stood in utter confusion, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Undergoing a trial was supposed to be straightforward—judged by the divine will left behind by a god based on one's talent and other conditions, followed by the corresponding trial. However, the Rakshasa God's fall had caused the statue to lose its divine will, ultimately leading to this anomaly.

The red light pillar gave Tang San an indescribably strange sensation, as if something within him had been stirred. Then, three square-shaped red light screens appeared out of thin air before him.

"It seems Mother was right—the Rakshasa God's trials are limited to three at most. There won't be any more," Tang San shrugged. If there weren't any, so be it. One shouldn't force what fate doesn't grant.

Before Tang San could ponder further, the light screens drifted like crimson meteors onto the emblem on the back of his hand. As the red light merged into it, the pattern on his hand transformed, now bearing three additional marks.

Instantly, a flood of information surged into his mind along with the red light. After comprehending the contents, Tang San frowned. "Huh?! This is—"

Once the red light vanished, all the anomalies disappeared as well.

Seeing the trial's glow fade, Hongyan hurried to Tang San's side, her voice laced with concern. "Son, are you... are you alright?"

"???"

Tang San was baffled. "Should something have happened to me? What's going on?"

Realizing her son was completely oblivious, Hongyan pointed behind him at his Rakshasa Martial Soul. "Look for yourself."

Tang San hadn't retracted his second Martial Soul, as he was undergoing the Rakshasa Trial. When he turned to look at the Rakshasa Martial Soul behind him, he froze in place.

A Soul Ring!

A Soul Ring had appeared on his Rakshasa Martial Soul!

And the color of that Soul Ring was white!

White, the lowest level color, a ten-year Soul Ring. To be more precise, even a one-year Soul Ring would appear white.

Hongyan was seeing this for the first time. Just moments ago, the Ghost Tower had undergone an anomaly—countless beams of white light surged from all directions before condensing into a single Soul Ring.

She was aware of the God-given Spirit Ring trial, one of the highest-tier rewards where a Soul Ring was directly bestowed by divine power. The Soul Ring would form according to the Soul Master's limits, potentially even manifesting as a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring.

But—white?! This was absolute nonsense! Moreover, her son hadn't even completed his trial yet—how could there be a reward?!

Yet, when Tang San saw his white Soul Ring, he showed no surprise at all. Because the appearance of this Soul Ring perfectly aligned with his divine trial.

"Mother, this isn't a Spirit Beast's Soul Ring—it's a Ghost Ring."

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