After nearly "sixty years" of torment, Tang San's spirit still hadn't collapsed. Although there were some signs of mental fragmentation, it wasn't quite enough to break him.
"This kid is really strange. Despite enduring such prolonged torture, he's managed to hold on and still knows where he is..."
Tang San had almost no secrets left, as he had confessed everything.
Combining his two lifetimes, his total age didn't even reach sixty years.
Yet, after being tortured for "sixty years," he still retained some memories.
It could only be said that he was somewhat remarkable!
"Haha, there's still over a thousand years to go, right?"
"True. By the time he truly passes through the eighteen layers of hell, will he still remember these mere decades of memories and thoughts?"
Although the Douluo Continent didn't suffer from erosion, it was only a mid-tier martial world.
Human memories would still be washed away by the torrent of time, causing people to forget many, many things.
A thousand years of experience would be enough to make someone forget their past.
They were also curious to see whether Tang San, after enduring a "thousand years" of torment, would still remember who he was.
After all, Tang San was the first person to undergo such an ordeal.
From him, they could gather a lot of research material.
Tang San's memories were indeed fading, especially since he hadn't recalled them for such a long time.
But whenever he was on the verge of completely forgetting, a mysterious force would always appear to protect his memories, helping him recall his past.
This was also the reason Tang San had been able to endure for so long.
In the Divine Realm, at the Asura's residence.
Seeing Tang San being treated this way, the Asura was furious.
His successor was suffering such treatment in his own inheritance grounds, which was a complete slap in the face!
But upon further thought, if Tang San could endure this "thousand years" of loneliness and torment, it would actually be beneficial for him to inherit the Asura God's position.
With this in mind, the Asura suppressed his anger and used a bit of his power to protect Tang San's soul, ensuring he wouldn't become a fool.
"Once he becomes a god, the Slaughter City will no longer have a reason to exist."
Even if the Asura didn't take action, after enduring a "thousand years" of torment, how could Tang San not seek revenge against the Slaughter City?
"Let this thousand years be treated as a divine trial."
If Tang San were to inherit everything from Tang Chen, he wouldn't need to complete the divine trials.
Because the path that needed to be walked, Tang Chen had already walked it.
As long as Tang San's strength reached the 99th level, he could fuse with the Asura God's position and directly become the Asura God.
As for the divine trials, Tang Chen had already taken them on his behalf.
This didn't comply with the rules, but he was the Asura God. His rules were the rules.
Who said that trials couldn't be taken by someone else?
"This kid is isolated and helpless. Those other boys could also be considered."
The Divine Realm also had faction divisions. If Tang San were to become the Asura God, he would need his own faction.
Otherwise, the mighty Divine Realm's law enforcer would find himself without any gods to command.
The scene shifts to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Many days had passed since the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament, and Oscar had also fulfilled his promise after the competition, arriving at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
However, the expected attention and importance he thought he would receive were nowhere to be found.
Instead, he was largely ignored and neglected.
If it weren't for the fact that Ning Fengzhi's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had arrived a bit late, they wouldn't have even needed to bring Oscar into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
But since Oscar had already come...
Ning Rongrong initially didn't pay much attention to Oscar. She had never treated him well before.
But after realizing her own predicament, Ning Rongrong finally understood just how much Oscar had sacrificed for her.
Protecting someone might take a lifetime, but falling in love with someone could happen in just a second.
"Oscar, when do you think Dad will let us out?" Ning Rongrong leaned against Oscar's chest and whispered softly.
After Oscar arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Rongrong's life had improved somewhat, but she still couldn't leave her room.
Hearing this, Oscar forced a bitter smile.
When would they be let out?
That would be a distant and uncertain future.
"The sect leader and elders said that once I break through to the Titled Douluo level, there might be a chance for us to leave," Oscar said after a moment of silence.
Hearing this, a flash of disappointment crossed Ning Rongrong's eyes.
Only after breaking through to the Titled Douluo level would they have a chance?
A support-type Titled Douluo? Were they insane?
Currently, the most powerful support-type soul master in the entire Douluo Continent was only at the Soul Douluo level.
And Oscar was a food-type soul master, the most difficult branch of the support system to cultivate.
Even though Oscar had innate full soul power, it wasn't guaranteed that he could reach the Titled Douluo level.
"Rongrong, don't worry. I will train hard..." Oscar said, though his voice lacked confidence, his fists were clenched tightly, showing his determination.
As long as there was even a sliver of hope, he was willing to try.
"I will definitely take you out of this cage!"
As soon as these words were spoken, a divine light that only Ning Rongrong and Oscar could see fell upon Oscar.
"???"
In the next moment, Oscar saw a man who appeared to be very amiable.
This man had a look of reluctance and resentment on his face, which left Oscar somewhat baffled.
"Kid, to be honest, you're not yet qualified to become my successor."
"But someone threatened me, forcing me to pass on my godhood to you!"
"I'm not a combat god, and I don't have much fighting power. If you want to give up..."
"I want it! I want it!!"
Oscar's mind went blank. This was a godhood!
Although he didn't fully understand what was being said, a godhood falling into his lap was too good to pass up!
Hearing this, the man sighed helplessly. He had made it so clear, yet this kid...
"Originally, the prerequisite for inheriting my godhood was to reach the Titled Douluo level as a food-type soul master before the age of thirty."
"With your innate full soul power, if you had some opportunities, you might have been able to achieve that."
"Passing on my godhood to you at that time would have been something I'd be happy to do. Unfortunately, you're only at the Soul Elder level now."
Oscar fell silent. He knew that if he gave up this opportunity, it would be extremely difficult for him to ever rise again.
He absolutely couldn't give up. He must not give up!
"I beg you to pass on your godhood to me. I will not disappoint you..."
"Remember, I am the God of Food!"
The God of Food snorted coldly, waved his hand, and a mark appeared on Oscar's forehead. His figure then vanished.
At the same time, Ning Fengzhi inexplicably found himself in a space where a Nine-Colored Goddess stood.
Looking at Ning Fengzhi, the Nine-Colored Goddess's eye twitched slightly.
Logically, it should have been the girl named Ning Rongrong who inherited her godhood.
But the one whose martial soul had evolved wasn't Ning Rongrong, but her father, Ning Fengzhi.
Without the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Ning Rongrong's talent had reached its limit. However, her father, Ning Fengzhi, was close to reaching the Titled Douluo level…