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The God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess, being husband and wife, lived together in the God Realm. Their peaceful existence was interrupted when the imposing Asura God appeared before them.

"Asura God," the God of Food greeted him cautiously, "to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit? If there's a task within our power that won't break the rules of the God Realm, we're naturally willing to help."

The Asura God, his expression cold and commanding, replied, "It won't require anything outside the bounds of our rules. I simply need you to restore the life force of a demigod. During his trial, he was unfortunately attacked by a Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat, and though he broke free, he's now unfit for my god position. I intend to spare him and offer him the vacant position of God of Slaughter."

The God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess shared a skeptical glance. The task seemed straightforward, yet something felt off.

"Only a life force restoration?" they wondered. Given the Asura God's command over life and death, such a feat should only require a single exertion of divine power. And granting a god position to someone who hadn't completed the Asura God's full trial seemed against the usual order.

Noting their hesitation, the Asura God's gaze hardened. "You think it's against the rules? If you understood the mortal realm, you'd know this man is one of only three Level 99 peak Douluo in existence. If he can't inherit the God of Slaughter's position, who else could? Or do you wish to see this post remain vacant indefinitely?"

Suppressing his true feelings, the God of Food thought bitterly, You're the one who doesn't want it vacant, not us. But a quick glance at the Asura God's hand, now resting ominously on his sword, erased any objections they might have voiced.

Sighing, he forced a polite smile. "Certainly, Asura God. Lead the way."

Despite their unspoken resentment, the God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess had no choice. As second-tier deities of a supportive nature, they held no power against the Asura God. Their unique resurrection skill had earned them respect, but they knew it was solely for their utility.

Soon, they arrived at the Asura God's temple, where the Asura God used his divine power to reveal the Slaughter City below. Within the city's depths, the Lord of Slaughter had reverted to his original form as Tang Chen, freed from the parasitic influence of the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat, yet visibly weakened.

The God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess clasped hands, channeling their divine power into Tang Chen's body, repairing his damaged organs and restoring his vitality. Unlike the Goddess of Life, they could not inject life energy directly; instead, they could only revive a being to its pre-death condition by reactivating their organs.

Under their healing, Tang Chen gradually opened his eyes, dazed. He vaguely remembered preparing for the Asura God's ninth trial when… his head throbbed as memories resurfaced.

"Tang Chen," a cold, commanding voice echoed. Before him materialized the Asura God's projection. "During your trial, you were attacked by a Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat, and it has been decades since that day. You have failed the trial."

Tang Chen was shocked, unable to accept his failure. All those years lost—had Bo Saixi waited for him? Or had she, tired of waiting, perhaps found solace with Qian Daoliu?

But the Asura God's voice cut through his spiraling thoughts. "Normally, failure in my trial means death. However, I recognize your talent. Having already passed eight trials, I will spare you. You may inherit the secondary position of God of Slaughter. Do you accept?"

Tang Chen blinked in astonishment. He'd been prepared for death, but now he was being offered the God of Slaughter's position? Though it was a lower rank, it still granted him power beyond what he'd ever known.

The Asura God continued, "You should thank your great-grandson for this opportunity. Without him, this role might not have gone to you at all. In fact, I had to seek the aid of other deities on your behalf."

The God of Food and Nine-Colored Goddess, caught in the Asura God's pointed gaze, could only bow slightly, unwilling to accept any perceived debt.

Tang Chen, still absorbing the news, asked, "Great-grandson? You mean Tang Hao's son?" He realized he'd been gone for decades and was curious about how the world had changed. "If I may ask, Asura God, what has become of the Clear Sky Clan?"

The Asura God's face remained impassive. "I can only tell you that all members of the Clear Sky Clan, except your great-grandson Tang San, have been wiped out by the Spirit Hall. Your great-grandson is currently completing Hell's Road as my chosen successor. As the new God of Slaughter, your role is to aid him in any way necessary."

Before Tang Chen could fully process this, the Asura God descended the mantle of the God of Slaughter upon him. It was an inheritance of the remaining divine power of the previous God of Slaughter, with only one transfer available.

Tang Chen felt the power surge through him, his emotions swirling. He had failed his own godly trial, lost his clan, and nearly his life. Yet now, reborn as the God of Slaughter, he was presented with a purpose—to guide and assist Tang San.

Meanwhile, the God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess, whose assistance had facilitated Tang Chen's survival, stood to the side, unwilling participants in a plan far grander than they could refuse or alter.