I become a god in another world

Chapter 719 Looking back in time
Chapter 719

"Fusheng——"

"Fu-sheng"

A sound came from afar, and it took a while to reach Zhao Fusheng's ears.

She tried to turn her head, but the movement was very difficult.

As she turned her eyes, she saw a look of panic on Yu Lingzhu's face.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng's five senses were brought to their fullest potential.

Through Yu Lingzhu's pupils, she saw her own situation: she was floating in mid-air, with an enormous abyss beneath her feet, and faint blood light could be seen at the bottom of the abyss, as if she could see the blood light surging.

Countless shadows lurked around the abyss.

Black shadows, like vines, crawled along the walls of the abyss outwards.

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng turned her head with difficulty. In a flash, the abyss expanded outward, taking in the black vines that were trying to climb out.

But there were too many and too many of these shadowy figures, which kept emerging from all directions.

Zhao Fusheng had no time to attend to every detail.

Once a dark shadow emerges, it takes root and sprouts, forming a ghost tree.

Just as these saplings were beginning to take shape, a new bud sprouted from Zhao Fusheng's leg—as if the ghostly tree branch had used her body as a breeding ground for a vengeful spirit, using her life force to revive.

In just a few breaths, Zhao Fusheng's limbs, chest, and abdomen were covered with ghost tree branches, which obscured her face, causing Yu Lingzhu to gasp in surprise.

"Grandma Chang is out of control."

Zhao Fusheng realized this and wanted to control Old Lady Chang's Ghost Tree, but he was already somewhat powerless.

Her foundation was always too weak.

From her rebirth to now taking charge of the Investiture of the Gods, only a little over a year has passed.

This world is too chaotic, with evil spirits running rampant, and she has too little time left.

Unlike Zang Junji back then, who had a long time to slowly cultivate the Investiture of the Gods during a time of great upheaval and could open the gates of hell and bestow titles upon ghosts and gods, she was different.

"that's too regretful!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhao Fusheng thought: Could it be that I am really going to die here today?
Although she had made preparations, she hesitated for a moment when the time came.

But just as this thought of retreat arose, before she could take any action, she suddenly felt weary: what in this world was there that she couldn't let go of?
Those who leave on the ghost train all have their own obsessions and attachments to her, but she is different; she is out of place in this world.

Everything here contradicts her perceptions, likes, and dislikes.

As Paper Man Zhang said, this corrupt system in the world cannot produce 'good people'.

The villagers are ignorant and foolish; most of the ghostly calamities stem from human error.

Poverty breeds evil, and the people it produces commit evil deeds without even realizing it.

She remembered Uncle Kuai Liu's "enforcing family rules" and Luo Wu of Shili Slope killing the person who had been kind to her;
Thinking of the Chang family of Wuxian Temple, Old Madam Chang was unreasonable towards her in-laws, the Yang family. She sold two of her granddaughters into a ghost cave, causing the deaths of two girls. In the end, the money she raised by selling fields, land, and people was used to feed corrupt officials.

Not only did it harm both itself and others, but it also plunged the whole family into an even more impoverished situation.

……

Such incidents kept happening, and Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt exhausted.

Such a world is indeed terrible.

Just as she was becoming increasingly agitated and filled with resentment, she suddenly heard a shout:
"Blessed life, blessed life."

"Who is Fusheng?" Zhao Fusheng was startled. After thinking for a while, she finally seemed to find some memories in her rigid and rusty brain. Then she realized: "Fusheng is myself."

She is Zhao Fusheng.

But who is calling her?
She struggled to turn her eyes and saw a tall wall that had appeared not far ahead, with a child wearing a white linen dress on top of the wall.

The child was held in the arms of a woman with long hair that reached her feet; her dress was stained with blood, and her long hair flowed freely.

She reached out her hand to Zhao Fusheng, as if trying to get closer to him, but the 'person' behind her, whose face was not clearly visible, hugged her tightly with astonishing strength.

The woman's fingers even pierced the child's chest, and blood dripped from the child's abdomen, falling onto the city wall.

In a daze, Zhao Fusheng couldn't remember the child's name.

In that short time, the ghost tree almost completely enveloped her inside its trunk.

Countless ghostly shoots emerged from her face and ears, and ghostly branches replaced her hair, almost covering her skull.

Her consciousness was being captured by some strange force and was gradually dissipating.

Zhao Fusheng realized that he was 'dying'.

But when she saw the wound on the child's chest, she suddenly felt a surge of anger:
"You hurt her!"

She let out a low, unintelligible utterance.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng's consciousness seemed to merge with the ghost tree. In the instant her thoughts moved, several tree shadows quickly intertwined, like giant pythons coiling together, and rushed towards Zhuang Si Niangzi.

The ghost tree coiled around Zhuang Si Niangzi's ghostly body, wrapped around her arms, and forcefully pulled and broke the ghostly arms, forcing them to break and dissipate within Kuai Manzhou's body.

The vengeful ghost, injured, involuntarily released the child's body.

The child's body plummeted rapidly downwards from the ghost city, and just as the ghostly realm was about to devour her—the ghostly vines that had suppressed Zhuang Si Niangzi coiled downwards and 'embraced' the child.

But the moment the ghost vine embraced the child, the laws unique to 'ghosts' were activated: Zhao Fusheng harbored evil thoughts, wanting to read Kuai Manzhou's memories, devour her flesh and blood, turn her into a ghost accomplice, and then cast her into reincarnation, causing her to be reborn in the six realms.

As soon as this evil thought arose, Zhao Fusheng was almost unaware of what was wrong, and then the ghost vine approached Kuai Manzhou's brain.

A small red spot appeared on the child's forehead.

A sinister eyeball appeared, and then the shadow of ghost vines emerged from the eyeball, binding Kuai Manzhou and suspending him in mid-air.

……

"Fu Sheng!"

"Fu Sheng!"

Someone is shouting again.

Zhao Fusheng tried to turn her head, but the voice came from below her, a great distance away.

She looked down and saw a woman crouching in a dilapidated temple in a far corner, waving at her.

The woman was about thirty years old, with fair skin, and looked vaguely familiar.

"I...I...Lingzhu—"

Zhao Fusheng's eyes cleared for a moment.

As soon as she came to her senses, she realized that she was controlled by the Ghost Tree—or more accurately, by its laws.

She wiped her face, and the tree buds on her face and forehead immediately withered and peeled off. She saw Kuai Manzhou, the ghost tree that pierced through the child's heart broke, and the broken ghost eyeball was still there. The laws of Erlang Shen resisted the effects of the laws of reincarnation at the critical moment.

The child fell into her arms and hugged her tightly.

For a moment, Zhao Fusheng couldn't distinguish between the ghost realm and reality; she couldn't even remember how Kuai Manzhou had ended up here.

Just as her thoughts were in turmoil, Yu Lingzhu said:
“Fusheng, Fengdu has arrived, but he has been resurrected as a vengeful ghost.”

The moment Zhang the Paper Doll forcibly summoned the seventeenth level of hell and opened the gates of hell to release Zang Junji, Feng Du, who was already struggling to hold on, immediately died from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost.

Following Zhao Fusheng's earlier instructions, Kuai Manzhou planned to lure Feng to the Ghost Realm, regardless of whether he was dead or alive.

She was worried that something might have happened to Zhao Fusheng, so she rushed back very quickly, and the timing of her return was just right.

At that time, Zhao Fusheng opened up a hellish place and trapped Old Lady Chang inside.

The thirteen-layered ghost realm could not fully contain the vengeful ghosts. The uncontrolled shadows of the ghost tree spread out of the ghost realm, but were forcibly intercepted and restrained by Zhao Fusheng.

The remaining ghost vines had nowhere to go, so they burrowed into her soul and became one with her.

Zhao Fusheng had previously opened up the Six Paths and used himself as a vessel to suppress the Ghost Tree. The two laws were originally interconnected, and after they merged, he immediately engaged in a fierce battle with Zang Junji.

Yu Lingzhu witnessed all of this, and just as she was filled with terror, Kuai Manzhou returned with Fengdu.

The Ghost Realm of Fengdu exists to trap Zang Junji and the vengeful spirits. As soon as Zang Junji's presence was sensed, the Ghost Realm of Fengdu immediately unfolded, suppressing Wuqing County.

The ghost town has been opened, and the gates of hell have reopened, but how to lure Zang Junji into it has become the most difficult problem.

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng was out of control and Kuai Manzhou was bound by the ghost tree, Yu Lingzhu thought that everyone would not be able to escape today. However, she did not expect that Zhao Fusheng's consciousness would briefly recover at the critical moment.

Although she was a demon tamer, she rarely faced major decisions in her life.

She had no time to hesitate, and quickly said:
"It must be brought into the Ghost Realm."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng regained consciousness and saw the Fengdu Ghost Domain, he immediately understood the meaning behind Yu Lingzhu's words.

She nodded.

Zang Junji's ghostly threads had somehow entangled her. The only way to lure Zang Junji into the gates of hell was to use her as bait and draw him in.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng slowly moved.

Her body seemed to be covered with parasites, and her legs were unusually heavy. As she lifted her legs, countless ghostly creatures rooted in her body howled in agony.

The Ghost Tree was suppressed by her in hell, and it was her companion, interdependent, and mutually restraining. If she wanted to move now, it meant that the Ghost Tree would have to move as well.

The Ghost Tree itself is heavy, but if it transforms into the ghostly form of Old Lady Chang, it will be much easier to lure it.

Zhao Fusheng tried several times but could not lift his leg smoothly. Even when he managed to walk, he could only take a small step.

The evil spirits of Fengdu have revived and are out of control.

If the ghosts cannot be drawn into the seventeenth level of the ghost realm in time, once the ghost realm disperses, it will be a calamity that will be difficult to control.

Thinking of this, Yu Lingzhu suddenly said:
"Those who commit evil deeds shall not live."

She sighed:
"I caused the trouble in Wuqing County. I should take responsibility for my own actions. Why should I implicate others?"

Having grown up in a theatrical troupe since childhood, and having seen countless stories of clear-cut love and hate in plays, she made up her mind at this moment and suddenly said:
Chang Hao!

"Chang Hao! I am your great-aunt."

With her shout, time reversed.

A vengeful ghost had somehow climbed onto her shoulder, its dark blue face resting above her head.

Time flows backward rapidly.

However, Yu Lingzhu's power seemed extremely weak in front of Zhao Fusheng, Zang Junji and others, and the reversal of time could not affect the overall situation.

Even if it only affects a small area, it's enough for Yu Lingzhu.

In the very center of the ghost realm, a river of blood suddenly appeared, with corpses floating in it and burial mounds rising from the bones.

Inside the cemetery was a burial site, and then, layer by layer, the coffin that Zang Junji had smashed with his powerful strength reappeared.

Old Mrs. Chang lay back in the coffin.

……

Inside the coffin, the sound of breathing could be heard at some point.

"Huff, huff." It sounded as if a living person was sleeping inside the coffin—this was the scene that Zhao Fusheng had witnessed when he first discovered Chang Hao, and now, after time had reversed, it reappeared before the three of them.

Yu Lingzhu was still shouting:

"Chang Hao, Chang Hao."

Her vengeful spirit has completely spiraled out of control.

The ghost opened its mouth wide and swallowed her head.

Her eyes lost their luster, turning from brown to gray, and then to blue. Her face was deathly pale, giving off a lime-like stillness.

"Chang Hao, Chang Hao."

The coffin was pried open by a strange force.

The reversal of time could not affect Zhao Fusheng at this moment, so the scene of her opening the coffin could not be reproduced. All that could be seen was that the coffin lid was forcibly opened by a pair of invisible hands.

A little boy lies in a coffin.

"Chang Hao, Chang Hao," Yu Lingzhu called mechanically.

The child inside the coffin suddenly opened his eyes and cried out:
"Grandma, there's a ghost—"

As soon as the shout was made, Chang Hao's vengeful spirit revived.

"There's a ghost."

The child, now resurrected by a vengeful ghost, opened his mouth and shouted.

Then, in the ghost realm after time was reset, the ghost's voice echoed eerily:
"Yu Lingzhu—"

"Yu Lingzhu—"

The cries of calling for her soul rose and fell, and Yu Lingzhu felt her life force rapidly fading away.

This outcome was within her expectations.

She had a premonition that her time was coming to an end, and that she might die soon.

Looking back on her life, Yu Lingzhu couldn't think of many things worth remembering.

She had a hard life in her youth. She was taken in by a theatrical troupe, and just when she was about to fall into a quagmire, the troupe suffered a terrible disaster.

She was saved by the Chang family at the critical moment of life and death.

Looking back now, although the Chang family was indeed unfortunate, the time she was saved and taken in by the Chang family could be considered the most memorable time of her life.

"If only time could have stood still back then—"

Yu Lingzhu thought that the Chang family had not yet prospered at that time, and the old lady's kindness was pure and genuine; she was truly good to her.

Whether it was the Chang family or not, she later used ghosts to repay their kindness. Little did she know that this kindness would fuel the Chang family's greed and indirectly push them into the abyss.

If she hadn't controlled ghosts, and the Chang family's son hadn't died, and she had repaid her debt by marrying Chang Laosan, and the family hadn't become rich and powerful, wouldn't they have lived a different life?

As she thought of the beautiful parts, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"If only time could be reversed."

Yu Lingzhu thought.

She didn't want anything to happen in Wuqing County. She wanted to go back to the past, back to when the old lady was still alive, and catch that wicked feng shui master.

……

Time reversed, and her consciousness began to recede.

Another ghost realm silently spread throughout Wuqing County at the cost of Yu Lingzhu's ghostly time law. Yu Lingzhu's consciousness returned to a quarter of an hour ago, then to a quarter of an hour ago, then retreated outside the ghost mirror, entered the Yin House, and repeatedly entered the South Garden.

She then left Wuqing County and returned to Baili Temple in a carriage. She stayed in Baili Temple, accompanied by the ghost temple of the two local ghosts (Wang Zhiyi and Jiang Jinshan) who had always protected her.

The moment it stood here, the temple of the land also took root here.

……

She retreated to the capital, back to thirty years ago, until the old lady passed away.

……

The power of the vengeful ghost instantly engulfed Yu Lingzhu.

The ghost with its mouth wide open swallowed her head, and then the ghostly figure merged with her body.

Her dying obsession caused a strange change in Yu Lingzhu's laws: she wanted to go back to the past, back to the time before everything started to go wrong—a time more than thirty years ago.

The law is activated.

Zhao Fusheng sensed that Yu Lingzhu's life force had vanished, and at the same time, another law marked him.

Time needs to be turned back!

(End of this chapter)