Douluo: I became Tang San's sister and my dual martial spirits became gods

Tang San was stunned, looking at Tang Hao in disbelief, and said, "Dad, is the inheritance of the Godly Position you mentioned what I thought it was?"

God.

The highest level of faith is God, but people’s understanding of God varies greatly. It can be said that there are a hundred gods in the hearts of a hundred people.

Although the figures of gods seem to be everywhere, deeply hidden in everyone's heart and active in those ancient legends with a long history, do they really exist in this world?

This has always been a confusing mystery, and no one has been able to give a definite answer so far.

Some people firmly believe in the existence of God and regard it as a spiritual pillar in life, while others are skeptical about it and think it is nothing more than an illusory fantasy.

However, no matter what opinions people hold, one thing is beyond doubt.

That is, no one has ever seen the real God.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San seriously and nodded, saying, "Xiao San, it's just as you thought. Becoming a god at level 100 is the ultimate goal of all Titled Douluo, and your sister was chosen by the gods to inherit the throne one step ahead of time."

Tang San frowned and looked at Tang Hao, asking, "Will my sister be in danger?"

Deep in Tang San's heart, he never really cared about whether Tang Nian could become powerful in the future, whether he could be promoted to a Titled Douluo or even become a god.

He is a brother who loves Tang Nian very much. His only hope is that Tang Nian can grow up without worries and always maintain his innocence.

Tang San was willing to solve all other difficult problems for Tang Nian.

Tang Hao stood there quietly for a long time without saying anything. Finally, after a long period of silence, his slightly hoarse voice slowly sounded, "The road to becoming a god is full of countless unpredictable difficulties and obstacles. Its degree of difficulty is far beyond what we can imagine. However, this is your sister's own choice after all. I think we should support her choice."

Hearing his father's words, Tang San opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refute something, but after hesitating for a long time, he swallowed back the words that were on his lips.

Finally, he just nodded silently to show that he agreed with his father's opinion.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Hao turned around and took the lead to walk forward.

Seeing this, Tang San quickly quickened his pace and followed closely behind him, saying, "Dad, I want to go see Nian Nian."

Tang Hao sighed deeply, staring at the distant sky, frowning, and said in a deep voice, "To be honest, I don't know where your sister is at the moment. In fact, even I have never met her. The fact that she is receiving the inheritance of the gods was told to me by Dean Flanders when I went to Shrek Academy specially before."

After listening to Tang Hao's story, Tang San fell into silence again. After a long while, he nodded gently.

……

Only when he really reached the Yellow Springs Road did Tang Nian realize how difficult this second test was.

The first test was difficult because her opponent was strong, while the second test was difficult because it was illusory.

Tang Nian has been on the Yellow Springs Road for a full half month, but she has not felt anything at all about the Yellow Springs aura mentioned in the second test.

This made Tang Nian wonder if there was something wrong with him.

Tang Nian turned his head and looked. In the mist, he could vaguely see all kinds of ghosts coming and going among the broken walls.

Their faces were either sad, unwilling, or furious. They each dragged their baggage from life and walked with heavy steps on the narrow and long road to the underworld.

On the road to the underworld, mottled stone tablets guide the dead souls in the direction they should go.

Occasionally, wild dogs would shuttle through the weeds, with hungry and ferocious eyes, as if looking for their next prey.

In the distance, the cries of lonely ghosts rose and fell, interweaving with the sound of the wind to form a sad elegy.

The ghosts were either in groups of three or five, leaning against each other and moving slowly forward, or they were alone, dragging their feet lonely, walking along the winding Yellow Springs Road towards the Naihe Bridge.

The water of the Forgotten River flowing under the bridge is dark and turbid, as if it is shrouded in endless darkness.

There were a few dull-colored red spider lilies floating here and there on the river, emitting a faint light as weak as fireflies.

Occasionally, a brave and fearless raven would flap its wings and fly high by. Its mournful and heavy cry would cut through the sky and echo in the silent underworld, as if telling the world some unknown secret story.

Not far away, by the Mengpo Pond, Mengpo stood there quietly, holding a rough wooden bowl in her hand.

The water in the pool was rippling, and although it looked crystal clear, it gave off a creepy chill that seemed to be able to freeze a person's soul in an instant.

Meng Po had a blank expression on her face. Her extremely cold eyes were like two rays of cold light, coldly examining every ghost that came close to drink the soup, as if she wanted to find even the slightest trace left over from their lifetime through their lifeless eyes.

On this Yellow Springs Road leading to the underworld, time has become meaningless.

Those ghosts either walked hurriedly, anxious to get rid of the eerie shadow behind them, or walked slowly, as if they were still immersed in the memories of the good life in the world of the living.

Some of the dead souls gathered together and whispered, perhaps sharing each other's experiences in their lifetime, while others silently lowered their heads and walked on without saying a word, their hearts filled with deep attachment to the world of the living and extreme fear of the unknown underworld.

Here, there is no sound of laughter or joy, only deathly silence and an atmosphere of despair spreading in the air like a plague.

Suddenly, a sharp and piercing cry broke the silence. It turned out that a little ghost who had lost his way was crying loudly in fear. Its childish voice kept echoing in the empty Yellow Springs Road, scaring a group of crows that were originally perched on the branches to spread their wings and fly away.

For a moment, black feathers were flying all over the sky, adding a weird atmosphere to the already eerie scene.

The little ghost's tears dripped onto the road to the underworld and were instantly swallowed up, as if they had never existed.

The ghosts around just took a quick glance and continued walking their own way in silence, because they knew that crying was useless on the road to the underworld, and the only way was to face fate and accept judgment.