One day in the outside world, one year in the dream.
A professional illusion team was assigned to cast illusions on Tang San, subjecting him to both physical and spiritual torment.
While his body endured three years of suffering, his soul, or rather, his spirit, had already experienced countless years.
Since Tang San had reincarnated by possessing another's body, why not let his soul enjoy a "wonderful" time, forever lost in the beauty of the illusion?
Hearing this, Tang San shuddered.
Were they planning to torture him for over a thousand years?
Had he committed some grave sin against the heavens?
If it weren't for the Asura God's protection, Tang San might only have these three years left.
But the Asura God's favor had greatly displeased... Old Yama.
Since he couldn't kill Tang San, he would make sure his spirit broke!
If he could endure this, then he truly had a fate stronger than death.
"Tang San, after you endure this punishment, you will receive the inheritance of a certain god. Do your best."
Lord Yama patted Tang San's shoulder with a meaningful expression.
This wasn't a lie Lord Yama had concocted to deceive Tang San. It was the result of a discussion between him and the Asura God.
After Tang San completed his punishment, he would receive what Tang Chen had obtained.
The Asura God could have done this himself, but due to his fear of a certain powerful figure, he didn't dare to act directly.
Thus, Lord Yama had to step in, or rather, Lord Yama had to voluntarily relinquish Tang Chen's body.
Tang San was momentarily stunned, feeling both confused and bewildered.
Could this punishment actually be some kind of divine trial?
He didn't doubt Lord Yama's words. After all, Lord Yama could easily crush him, there was no need to deceive him with lies.
A god's inheritance... He could become a god too!
Once he became a god, he would be able to accomplish many things.
He would climb over mountains and cross seas, standing atop the world's peak, with the entire Douluo Continent beneath his feet.
A mere "thousand years" of torment? He could grit his teeth and endure it.
The current Tang San, who hadn't yet experienced such suffering, was filled with passion.
But after enduring three to five years, he would come to realize that the eighteen levels of hell were far more terrifying than he had imagined.
Lord Yama waved his hand, signaling for Tang San to be taken away.
After Tang San left, Lord Yama's expression remained unchanged as he spoke indifferently, "Come out, you two."
"To think that a Death God would fall to such a state. How pitiful, how lamentable."
The figures of Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, who had been hiding in the shadows, couldn't escape Lord Yama's perception.
What surprised him was that Tang Hao had lost an arm and a leg, and his cultivation had dropped to level 79.
For a Death God to fall so low was truly a rare sight.
Hearing this, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao exchanged glances, both showing a hint of surprise.
They hadn't expected the "King of Slaughter" to detect them so easily.
The two brothers were still reeling from what they had just heard, Tang San had a chance to become a god?
If this was true, what should they do? Should they confront Tang San directly?
Tang Hao, who had originally planned to confront Tang San, was now deep in thought.
He didn't know whether he should continue pretending to be ignorant or not.
If he pretended not to know, Tang San would still be his good son, a future god.
For the Haotian Sect and himself, this would be a great thing.
But would Tang San truly care about the Haotian Sect or his father, Tang Hao?
At this moment, Tang Hao didn't dare to gamble.
The fact that Tang San had stolen the Tang Sect's secret techniques showed that his character was questionable, he was an ungrateful wolf.
No normal sect would accept such a person, even if the sect treated him well and fully supported him. He would still take it for granted.
From the sect's perspective, they absolutely could not support such a troublemaker!
From a personal perspective, since Tang San had taken over his son's body, would he truly regard Tang Hao as his father?
Thinking of this, Tang Hao's expression twisted slightly.
"No, we can't let him become a god!"
Tang Xiao's thoughts were similar to Tang Hao's, but he was more concerned about the Haotian Sect and A Yin's perspective.
No matter the angle, they couldn't support this version of Tang San.
Now that Tang San had caught the attention of a god and had the potential to become one...
If they killed Tang San, would they offend a god?
At this thought, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.
They couldn't personally kill Tang San, as they didn't want to incur the wrath of a god and bring disaster upon their sect.
They would have to find another way to deal with Tang San.
After some thought, the two nodded and then appeared before the "King of Slaughter."
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao couldn't quite place it, but they felt a strange sense of familiarity with the King of Slaughter, as if they had met him before, though they couldn't recall where.
For some reason, they felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to him.
But in an instant, they snapped out of it, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.
How could they possibly feel such closeness to this man?
There had to be something wrong here!
Tang Hao had met the King of Slaughter before, and back then, he had also felt this sense of familiarity, though he hadn't paid much attention to it.
Now, facing the King of Slaughter again, that feeling had grown even stronger.
It was as if the man before them was someone they were deeply connected to.
"King of Slaughter..."
"Call me Yama or Old Yama. The City of Slaughter has been renamed the Underworld, and the King of Slaughter is now the King of Hell, Yama."
Yama spoke without changing his expression.
Even a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Even if he couldn't fully utilize Tang Chen's strength, if it came to a fight, these two would be no match for him.
Therefore, he saw no need to show too much respect to the weak.
"Gentlemen, considering that you entered the Underworld unknowingly, I can overlook your past sins."
"But please leave now, and no one will get hurt."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Yama crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly, a red glint flashing in his eyes.
He had made his stance clear. If they still refused to leave, then they would have to stay.
Coincidentally, he needed a new body, and this level 97 Titled Douluo would be a perfect fit.
From his aura, he seemed very similar to Tang Chen, likely a descendant of his.
Using such a body would allow him to adapt more quickly.
Hearing this, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao exchanged glances.
Without another word, they vanished from Yama's sight.
They had already made their decision to abandon Tang San completely, so they had no reason to interfere with his affairs in the City of Slaughter.
There was also no need to make an enemy of the King of Slaughter, no, the King of Hell, Yama.
"Lord Yama, we bid you farewell. Pretend we were never here."
Seeing this, Yama shook his head. He had hoped they would stay.
Unfortunately, these two knew when to retreat.
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Meanwhile, in Heaven Dou City.
Heaven Dou City had recently been adorned with lanterns and decorations, but beneath the festive atmosphere, undercurrents were stirring.
The number of patrol guards in the imperial city had increased significantly.
Moreover, people often saw guards patrolling outside the city, as if they were searching for something, or perhaps guarding against something.