Douluo Dalu: Starting Evolution as the Man-Faced Demon Spider

Somewhere on Sea God Island, Fang Chang descended from the sky.

After over ten thousand years, the island hadn't changed much—only appearing more desolate due to the lack of human presence.

At the very center of the island, the Sea God statue, now reduced to only half its body, still stood tall amidst the overgrown weeds.

Traces of old, weathered human dwellings could still be spotted around the island—remnants of the former Sea Soul Masters and later, the followers of the Spider God Cult brought by Fang Chang.

His eyes swept vigilantly across the island as he landed, and his divine sense began to spread outward, gradually covering the entire Sea God Island.

Yet despite this, he sensed no sign of any humans or similar life forms on the island. Even seabirds and insects were oddly scarce.

With a mindset of giving it a shot, he walked deeper into the island. This had once been his domain, and he'd experienced many fierce battles here.

Returning after all these years brought a complex mix of emotions to his heart.

He hadn't gone far when a pile of burnt firewood on the ground caught his attention. He approached it slowly and took a sniff.

There was still a faint smell of charred wood—clearly, someone had recently been here.

Further ahead, he spotted the scattered skeletons of a few thoroughly eaten fish.

These skeletons were each over a meter long—not the kind of fish commonly found in shallow waters. Most likely, someone had fished them up from deeper seas.

Fang Chang's brows gradually furrowed as he observed the scene, and his divine sense extended even farther and deeper.

Using Sea God Island as the center, the surrounding hundred-mile radius of ocean was swept by his spiritual probe, and a flood of information flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

Not far from the island, beneath the seawater, a half-naked man suddenly opened his eyes—he had sensed Fang Chang's divine detection.

At the same moment, his appearance also flashed into Fang Chang's mind, shocking him.

"Damn it… it's really him. He's still alive?!"

As he said this, Fang Chang's body turned into a streak of black light and plunged into the sea, pursuing the man.

The man in the sea sensed the approaching threat and immediately fled in the opposite direction. His figure darted through the water like a swift fish, incredibly agile.

Fang Chang accelerated his pursuit, gradually closing the distance. Perhaps sensing the looming danger, the man surged with power and managed to momentarily outpace Fang Chang.

But Fang Chang refused to relent. He directly transformed into his true form, boosting his speed yet again, leaving no room for the man to escape.

The chase continued, and in the blink of an eye, they had traveled hundreds of miles through the sea.

It was only then that Fang Chang finally got a clear look at the man's face.

He wore only a ragged pair of pants. His upper garments were in tatters, with one sleeve barely hanging on, and the other side exposing a swath of bronze-toned skin.

Though he was noticeably darker and more muscular than Fang Chang remembered, he instantly recognized the man—Tang San.

"It really is you," Fang Chang said, his eyes shadowed. "Weren't you supposed to be long dead?"

At that moment, the man stopped running and turned around, his dazed eyes locking onto the massive dark-golden spider before him, as if trying to recall who he was facing.

Due to the different ways time was calculated in the Divine Realm and the Douluo Plane, only a few decades had passed for Fang Chang. But for Tang San, ten thousand years had gone by—it was no wonder his memories were blurry.

Fang Chang reverted to human form, and Tang San's pupils shrank.

"You… it's you! So it was you!"

His eyes turned crimson. Even after ten thousand years, he had never forgotten this searing hatred.

The only reason he had clung to life for so long… was to personally destroy this enemy standing before him!

With bloodshot eyes, Tang San kicked off the seafloor like an arrow, lunging toward Fang Chang. In his right hand, a massive black hammer suddenly appeared and swung down in a fierce arc.

Fang Chang smiled calmly and raised a single hand to catch the Clear Sky Hammer with ease.

At this moment, Tang San's aura was shockingly powerful—no weaker than that of an average Rank-3 God. However, this power clearly did not belong to him. He wielded it clumsily, unable to master it fully.

More than that, Tang San didn't even look like a living person anymore. He resembled a conscious puppet—alive in form, but steeped in death.

His body was shrouded in an aura of death, though some unknown technique had forcibly suppressed it.

When his first attack failed, Tang San's eyes flared with even greater hatred. He yanked the hammer back and struck again with greater force.

Fang Chang's eyes narrowed slightly. In the end, he chose to retreat several steps to evade rather than block it head-on.

After all, this was only a clone—its strength no more than thirty percent of his original body.

"Boom!" The hammer missed its target and crashed into the sea, releasing a massive burst of bubbles that temporarily obscured their surroundings.

Tang San now resembled a rabid wild dog, no longer caring whether he could see his opponent clearly. Holding his hammer, he unleashed a flurry of mad strikes, churning the ocean into chaos.

About fifty or sixty meters away, Fang Chang locked onto him with divine sense, watching him burn through that borrowed power without making a move.

Honestly, watching him go berserk like this was kind of entertaining.

While observing Tang San's performance, Fang Chang carefully analyzed the source of his strength.

By now, he was sure—this power definitely wasn't from Tang San himself, but from something inside him.

After a while, Tang San finally grew tired, panting heavily as he stopped. With some clarity returning to his eyes, he once again glared at Fang Chang.

"You! You ruined me… ruined Xiao Wu… destroyed the Clear Sky Clan… destroyed Shrek! I hate… I hate myself for being so useless… for failing to protect those most important to me!" Blood tears spilled from Tang San's eyes—it was a harrowing sight.

"Even if I have to die again today, I'll drag you to hell with me!" he shouted, voice growing harsher, as his power surged again and he lunged once more.

Facing the incoming Tang San, Fang Chang's body trembled and split into four—activating his skill, "Night Walker."

With four clones, he instantly surrounded Tang San and launched attacks from all directions.

Though Tang San was more stable now than before, he remained crazed, completely disregarding their power gap and charging in recklessly, unafraid of death.

Seeing this, Fang Chang no longer bothered with direct clashes. All four clones activated their "Blade Armor," letting Tang San strike them—only to be injured by the rebound.

A battle between two once-matched individuals had now devolved into something almost comical.